Free Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery Page B

ragged and shallow and impossible to catch.
    She leaned limp and breathless against him, her clipped breaths loud in his ears. Her fingers relaxed, and she lowered them from his hair, but laced them around his neck, laying her cheek against his chest as she had before, so close to his heart, he imagined she could hear it roaring beneath her ear.
    “Instead of what?” he panted, needing a distraction, half-mad with lust for her.
    “What?” she gasped softly, out of breath.
    Was her heart hammering as hard and fast as his? What was happening between them? And how was it happening so goddamned fast?
    “You said, ‘Kiss me instead .’”
    “Oh. Mm-hm. Instead of trying to figure it all out tonight,” she answered, sliding her hands to his face and drawing him back down for another kiss.
    Hers was an infinitely gentler kiss than his, her small, cold fingers softly curling into the skin of his cheek as she licked and sucked on his lips. Her pace was unhurried, as though exploring him, so different from his wild rush to possess her a moment before, but it reassured him that he hadn’t hurt or frightened her. She wanted more of him just as he wanted more of her. His hands on her lower back relaxed, and he laced them together, holding her tenderly as she calmed him with her softness.
    Once thing was certain: her fiancé was the stupidest man ever born, because this girl—this beautiful woman in his arms—was spectacular. Any man who had a chance with her would have to be—
    Buzz. Buzzbuzz. Buzz. Buzzbuzz.
    “You’re buzzing,” Molly murmured against his lips.
    “Ignore it,” he said, his voice—drunk with passion—almost unrecognizable in his ears as his tongue flicked softly over her lips, answering her gentle touch with his.
    Buzz. Buzzbuzz.
    “Answer it,” she whispered, drawing back from him.
    Her eyes were very dark and wide, her lips red and kiss-swollen. as she looked at him with kiss-swollen lips.
    “Molly, Molly, Molly,” he murmured, leaning forward to nuzzle her nose with his, his chest heaving into hers with unrequited longing. “I don’t want to.”
    Buzz. Buzzbuzz.
    She lowered her hands and pushed against his chest. Not hard, but hard enough to get his attention. “Answer it, Weston. It could be important.”
    Regretfully, he unlaced his fingers and reached into his pocket. Seeing Barrett’s name on the screen almost made him throw the phone across the room. He swiped the screen with frustration.
    “ What? ”
    Barrett’s voice was clear despite the loud hum of the party behind him. “Ten minutes to toasts. Where are you?”
    Weston flinched, looking at Molly who wore an inquisitive look on her face. His lips tilted up in a smile. God, she’s adorable…
    “I’ll be there.” He pressed end and tucked the phone back in his pocket without ever dropping her eyes. “Toasts.”
    “Ah.”
    “I, uh…I didn’t get to introduce you to the horses.”
    “We’ll just have to come back,” she teased.
    Relief filled his body like sustenance. He hadn’t realized how sad it would make him to have to say “goodbye” to her until this moment. “You’re not leaving yet?”
    “And miss your speech? No way.”
    “You’re staying,” he said, hearing the pleased wonder in his own voice.
    “For a little longer,” she said.
    He grinned. “I promise we’ll come back later.”
    “I’ll hold you to it.”
    Then she took his hand, lacing her fingers through his and pulling him toward the tack room door.
     

 
 
CHAPTER 7
     
    After they’d hung up the coats and changed back into their party shoes, Weston led Molly back through the kitchen to the closest powder room, kissing her gently before promising to come find her later.
    “Promise you won’t leave?” he asked.
    “I promise.”
    “I’m going to be looking for your face in the crowd, Molly McKenna.”
    “Then I’ll be sure you can see me,” she replied, leaning up on tiptoes to press her lips to his again.
    He shook his head,