Page 45 of An Engagement Pact
He’s losing himself in this kiss. Every bit as much as I am.
I don’t have a wide and varied sexual history—just Rick and a couple of short-lived things my first year in college. I’ve enjoyed sex just fine. Occasionally it was surprisingly great. But until I met Dan, I genuinely believed that getting swept away by passion was the stuff of fiction and fantasy.
But my mind on that is entirely changed now.
We kiss like that, Dan holding me up on the wall and my legs wrapped tightly around him. I’m squeezing him to the rhythm of the thrusting of his tongue. He’s noticeably hard in his pants, and the feel of it is turning me on even more.
After what feels like a long time, Dan finally pulls his mouth away, panting and searching my face with hot, gray eyes. “You’re not drunk, are you?”
“No. I haven’t had anything for hours.”
“And you really want this?”
“Yes! How can you even ask?”
“I mean all the way,” he says in a thick, breathless voice. “Not only with your body.”
There’s a pause as I process what he’s asking, and the tidal wave of emotion it evokes fills me, overwhelms me, strengthens my physical arousal. “Not just my body,” I respond in a cracked whisper. “All the way.”
He makes a weird, hoarse huff and kisses me again, getting a better grip on my ass and then carrying me over to the closest bed, which happens to be his.
He lays me down on top of the covers, toeing off his shoes before climbing over me, straddling my body and then leaning down to kiss me again.
He’s holding most of his weight off me, but I still love the feel of him above me. I rock my hips up into it as I pull him down closer. Heat and intensity radiate off his body, and I crave it like a drug.
I need so much more of it.
We kiss until I’m so aroused I can’t stop squirming beneath him. Finally I turn my head to the side so I can say, “Dan, will you please hurry your ass up? I’m dying here.”
He collapses into laughter on top of me, his body shaking and huffs of amusement blowing against my skin. “I thought it might be rude or insensitive to short-change the foreplay.”
“In this case, it’s ruder to string me along forever when it feels like I might erupt.”
He’s still chuckling as he gets up and starts pulling off his clothes. I take advantage of the opportunity to strip off my mystical bridal robe, bra, and sandals.
We stare at each other for a minute afterward since it’s the first time we’re really seeing each other naked. Dan’s body is exactly as I would have imagined—long and lean and fit and strong and sexily natural with a sprinkling of chest hair and a trail leading down to the waistband of the gray boxer briefs he’s still wearing.
I gulp, focusing down at the bulge in the fabric. “Take them off,” I say without thinking.
He’s flushed with rumpled hair and a tension in his muscles I can see even from this distance. He does as I say, pulling off his underwear, leaving them on the floor, and then straightening up to check my expression before his eyes slip down to my naked breasts.
He’s fully erect—a good size but nothing intimidating. Everything I could ever want in a man.
“You too,” he murmurs gruffly.
My hands are shaking slightly as I shimmy out of my underwear, leaving me as naked as he is.
His eyes crawl over my body as he climbs back onto the bed, but he pauses before he gets on top of me again. “Do you want me to use protection? I did bring some condoms.”
I choke on surprised laughter. “Kind of presumptuous, weren’t you?”
“No! It was just in case. Wishful thinking.”
“I’m teasing.” I reach out toward him, pleased when he moves over immediately. “We don’t need a condom. I’m still on birth control.”
“Okay.” He’s smiling—warm and intimate—as he makes room for himself between my legs and props himself just above me. “I can’t believe we’re having a real wedding night.”
“I know.” I can’t seem to help smiling too. “Who would have thought?”