Free Falling for the Groomsman by Diane Alberts

that would make him stop making her feel so freaking good melted off her tongue the second his fingers glided inside her panties. He closed his mouth over her breast, scraping his teeth against the fabric again. When he traced her slit, she forgot all about lists or words or thinking.
    All she could do was feel .
    She spread her thighs wide, letting him in without hesitation. When he thrust a finger inside her, she cried out and arched her back.
    “Damn, you’re ready for me, aren’t you? So fucking hot.”
    God, she’d forgotten how sexy he sounded when he got turned on. He spoke in such a way that the sound of his voice made her all the more desperate for him. She nodded frantically, biting down on her lower lip to stop herself from babbling.
    “Please,” she said, her voice breaking.
    He slid even lower to his knees, shoved her panties aside, and thrust two fingers inside her. She watched him as he watched her. Or more specifically, what he was doing with his hand. He looked captivated by the sight, and she wished for a second that she could see what he saw. When he twisted his fingers, she cried out.
    He looked up at her, his eyes dark and stormy. “Do you want something, Red?”
    “God, yes.” She rolled her hips and let out a moan when he moved his fingers again. “I want…I need…you.”
    “What would you like me to do?” He slid farther down, so close to where she ached for him that she could feel his breath on her heated flesh. “Do you want me to taste you? Make you feel good? I need to hear you say it.”
    “Yes, I need you and your freaking mouth on me,” she said, grabbing hold of his hair. “ Now .”
    After that, he didn’t waste a second in giving her what she wanted. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and ran his tongue up her slit before flicking it over her clit. She cried out and dug her heel into the mattress, the other pressing against his back. He closed his mouth over her and sucked, making her legs shake from the sheer intensity.
    He deepened the strokes, his hands cupping her butt and holding her up for him. She drew in a deep breath as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. When everything froze and exploded into pieces, he still didn’t stop. He kept a light pressure on her, making her tense up all over again, and come for a second time.
    Un-freaking-believable.
    Then, and only then, he let go of her. She collapsed back against the mattress, breathing harshly. He leaped to his feet and started removing his pants with shaking hands. For a second, she lay there watching. Wanting, no, needing to see him. But the haze of her orgasm faded away enough for her to remember her plan, her hurt, and what she was supposed to be doing.
    And she panicked.
    This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’d known she couldn’t be with him, but she’d completely ignored that in the interest of getting an orgasm. In all fairness, it had been an incredible orgasm, but still . She couldn’t do this with him again.
    When his pants dropped to the floor at his feet, she swallowed the moan that tried to escape. His erection strained against his boxers, showing his cock off to perfection, demanding to be touched. And God, she wanted to touch so freaking badly. He grabbed his shirt and hauled it over his head, his six-pack flexing with every single motion. His skin was flawless, as was his physique. Hot damn, he was perfect.
    She could have him, if she let herself forget…
    He reached for the boxers, ready to yank them down. Even though she wanted to see what lay beneath, she knew if she did…she would never be the same again. She shook her head and slapped herself back into reality. She yanked her dress back over her thighs, straightened her panties, and stumbled to her feet.
    Thank God she hadn’t gotten naked.
    He froze with his hands on his boxers, his hot eyes watching her every move. “What are you doing?”
    Even though she didn’t even want to leave, she lifted her chin and edged toward the