Page 46 of Finding Hayes
“Savannah, stop fucking around. We’re about to get married. This isn’t a fucking joke.”
I startled at his words. “You aren’t even the marrying type. And you know that this is all fake. So why are you making it complicated? What’s the problem?”
He ran a hand down his face. “What do you want me to do when they say I should kiss the bride?”
My chest squeezed. He’d agreed to all of this for me, and we both knew it. Hayes didn’t give a shit if he got that promotion or not. That’s why I was determined to impress everyone at the firehouse, because I wanted this to benefit him, too.
“Are you disgusted at the thought of having to kiss me?” I asked.
His eyes widened. “Of course not. I just didn’t think our first kiss should be at a courthouse in front of a few random people.”
“Well, it’s a little late to court me now, don’t you think?” I chuckled, but he wasn’t smiling at all, so I pulled myself together.
“Come here,” he said, voice hard and commanding.
I glanced around before unbuckling my seat belt and scooting closer along the bench seat of his truck. Before I could process what was happening, he reached for me and pulled me onto his lap. One leg fell on each side of his thick thighs, and his hands found my hips.
This was unexpected, but I certainly wasn’t in a hurry to move away.
“What are you doing?” I cleared my throat and glanced out the window. “No one is here. No one is watching. You don’t need to put on a show.”
His moss-green eyes locked with mine. “I’d like to kiss my wife before I agree to spend my life with her.”
I quirked a brow. “You’re being dramatic. It’s only three months, Lover. And I’ll move out in two and a half months and say that I need space.”
“It’s the principle, Shortcake. I know you’ll find this hard to believe, but I’m not a complete asshole. I don’t want your wedding day to be awkward as fuck for you.”
I nodded as my teeth sank into my bottom lip, making every attempt to remain calm. I could feel his erection growing beneath my ass, where I was settled on his lap. My heart hammered against my chest. “Wow. My man is a real romantic.”
I tried to be funny, but my voice was void of all humor.
He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. His eyes zeroed in on my mouth, and the way he was looking at me had the air catching in my lungs.
His large hands found each side of my face as he pulled me forward without hesitation. His calloused fingers skimmed along my jaw as his tongue swiped out and traced a line along my bottom lip.
“I’m going to kiss my wife now.” It wasn’t a question, but hewas giving me a moment to pull back if I didn’t want it.
But I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.
His mouth covered mine. Powerful and determined. My lips parted without hesitation, and his tongue slipped inside. Slowly at first, as he explored my mouth.
And his hands, they were everywhere. One tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to the side, granting him better access.
His other hand was on my neck and jaw, like he wanted to touch as much of me as he could in this moment.
His lips were plump and soft, yet firm at the same time. The man could kiss. His mouth devoured mine, his tongue tangling with mine, as he took the kiss deeper, and I moaned.
My hips were moving of their own volition, and I desperately wanted to stop grinding against him, because this was just supposed to be a pre-wedding first kiss.
A fake pre-wedding first kiss.
Yet this felt different.
And I hated that I couldn’t get enough. I moved up and down along his thick erection, and I could feel everything even through my jeans.
He was long and thick and hard.
It had been a while for me since I’d even kissed a man, so my body was reacting in the most embarrassing way, and I didn’t even care.
