Free Wish Upon a Wedding by Luann McLane

groovy . . .” she sang.
    Easton chuckled but said, “It’s important to me that you know that.”
    â€œNo worries.” Carrie Ann put her palms to his cheeks. “Pour me that glass of wine and let’s see where the rest of the night takes us.”
    â€œI like that plan,” he said, and then leaned in and kissed her. But when he started to pull away Carrie Ann held him captive with her legs. His heart thudded.
    â€œEaston?”
    â€œYeah,” he asked softly.
    â€œWhy don’t we skip the glass of wine part,” she suggested in his ear, sending a hot flash of desire due south. “We’ve been dancing around this heat for way too long.”
    â€œYou’re right, and I have to say that I like this plan even better,” Easton admitted, and then helped her from the kitchen island. “As always, I was hoping to run into you tonight. I think it’s high time we stop pretending we’re just friends.”
    Carrie Ann smiled. “I’ll just admit it. The slow dance and having you singing in my ear made me weak in the knees, Easton.”
    Easton cupped her chin and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Well, when Sam hit on you, I saw red. That kind of jealousy isn’t something I’d feel about a mere friend. The thought of you in the arms of another man isn’t something I could handle.”
    â€œNo need to worry because it’s your arms I want around me.”
    â€œThat’s what I want to hear. Come with me.” Taking her hand he led her to his bedroom.
    â€œOh my,” Carrie Ann said when they entered the large room made even more dramatic by slanted cathedral ceilings.
    Easton dimmed the lights on the antler chandelier suspended from the ceiling. “You like it?”
    â€œI am completely blown away.” She nodded her head as she looked around. A rustic Aspen log canopy bed was the centerpiece of the room. To the left was a sliding glass door leading out onto the back deck overlooking the woods. But she could see that later. Right now he wanted her naked and in his bed.
    â€œI’ll show you the rest of the house in the morning,” he said and pulled her into his arms. Clothes, shed with lightning speed, were tossed everywhere while they laughed and kissed, finally tumbling onto the bed. Easton slid his body up and over hers loving the silky feel of her skin. She was lush, curvy, and gorgeous with her red hair fanned out in contrast to the dark blue comforter.
    â€œIt’s been a really long time for me,” she admitted a bit shyly.
    â€œI do believe it’s like riding a bike.”
    â€œWell, that’s good because I was really excellent at riding my bike. I could go for miles and miles. . . .”
    â€œAh, good to know.” Easton chuckled deep in his throat. “I hope you like riding me even more.” He explored her body with his hands and his tongue, loving her scent, her taste. When she wrapped those endless legs around him, he eased into her wet heat, thrusting deeply. She slid her hands up and down his back and then lightly raked his skin with her fingernails sending endless tingles down his spine. His heart hammered in his chest as he went faster.
    Carrie Ann moved with him, clung to him, and when he dipped his head and captured a nipple in his mouth she became quite vocal with her moans and sighs of pleasure.
    When she cupped his ass and pushed him even deeper, Easton felt his release coming. When she cried out, he let go, feeling the heady rush of an intense orgasm that left him shaking. He stayed buried to the hilt, loving the way she pulsed and throbbed and stayed wrapped around him like kudzu. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly wanting to stay buried inside her sweet body forever.
    And in the morning he’d bring her breakfast in bed.
    But for now they had the rest of the night, and Easton intended to savor each and every moment.

6
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