Page 10 of The Wedding Situation Romance

Reid picks up the pace, his fingertips teasing me. He rubs faster and I bite harder. My hands grip his shoulders, and I swear if he wasn’t holding me up, my knees would give out.

He continues to rub my clit with his thumb and then inserts a finger into me. I clench around him and push into his hand for more.

“Greedy little thing,” he whispers into my ear.

I don't care how desperate I seem.

Half an hour ago I was feeling lonely and now I'm being pleasured by the sexiest man I've ever seen.

His dirty mouth and talented fingers justify any prudence or restraint I should be showing.

Then Reid inserts a second finger and, as I stretch around them, he instantly finds my g-spot.

Mr. Hot-Shot-Lawyer might be single, but he certainly is experienced. Something I would expect from a man about fifteen years older than me.

"Come for me,” he commands, as if he can read my body.

And come I do.

The orgasm washes over me in violent waves, and I come harder than a tidal wave in a hurricane.

Suddenly I realize I'm biting into his hand that he placed over my mouth to stifle my moans.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

Just as the tide settles, I hear footsteps.

Quickly, we pull apart.

I arrange my panties and dress back into place.

Reid pats his ruffled salt and pepper hair back into place.

Then he goes one way.

And I go the other.

I almost immediately run into Dani.

“There you are!” she says. “What are you doing over here alone?”

“Just…enjoying the garden,” I say, praying she can’t tell how disheveled I am.

“It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?” she asks.

And she has no idea.

Chapter 3

Reid

“Cassidy wantslavender for the bridesmaids, which I don’t mind at all. Girls look good in purple. Hell, guys look good in purple. But not lavender. More like amethyst, you know? A good dark purple. It’s kind of like red. Most guys hate wearing red, but almost every man looks good in red. You know? Reid?”

Drew, my best friend, is going on and on about wedding shit, and I’m starting to think that’s the only thing anyone ever talks about these days.

It’s exhausting.

“Reid. Brother. Have you heard a word I said?” Drew asks as he swirls his iced coffee in an attempt to mix in the volcano of caramel. It’s not going to work. Caramel doesn’t simply mix into cold fluid. It also has no fucking business in coffee.