Page 9 of The Wedding Situation Romance

“If you don’t want me to kiss you…why are you standing like that?” he asks. “With your chin like that?”

That’s when I realize I’m standing against him. My body is arched towards him. My chin is tilted up towards his.

Reid doesn’t say anything else.

He just lowers his head, just enough that his lips touch mine.

Mine part as an immediate response, and he smirks into the kiss before letting it go deeper.

"There she is," he murmurs.

"What?"

"The woman who's been pretending she doesn't want to kiss me since last night."

"I still don't like you."

"No?" he asks. "You will after I'm done with you."

After that, it’s a mess.

He grabs me. I grope him. His tongue finds mine. I moan. He nibbles my lip. I giggle. He smirks.

The next thing I know he's pushing me backward and my back lightly crashes against a wall. It seems we're behind a leafy bush cutting us off from view of anyone who might wander into the garden.

Reid lifts my hands above my head and pins them to the wall. His body weight is against me and I can feel his rock hard cock grinding against me. I can feel that it’s big but I'd love to have my hands free to find out just how big he is.

His free hand runs over my bodice, his thumb slightly grazing my nipple, and thanks to a dress I can’t wear a bra with, I can feel it, and I shudder.

His hand goes lower and lower and then stays put against my leg.

And I pull my mouth from his.

“Why did you stop?” I ask, practically gasping for air.

“I didn’t want to assume anything…”

I do not think about that long enough to overthink it. “You’re a lawyer. I think you can deduce where I will allow this to go.”

Then his eyes shift from coastal blue back to the deep sea, and before I know it, my skirt is flying up. One strong arm grips me against him, and meanwhile, the other hand cups over my panties. Hard.

I gasp.

“You like that?” he asks, and I nod.

Should I be doing this? No.

Have I ever done anything quite like this? Also no.

Do I want him to stop? I think you see the pattern here.

Reid rubs his palm against my pussy and even through the pink lace of my panties, it’s enough to get me going. I grind against his hand, riding it until my jaw unhinges and I have to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning.

Then he hooks my panties with a finger and pulls them to the side. He runs his fingers from my opening up to my clit, slippery with arousal. The perfect pressure makes me finally release a moan.

"Shh,” he whispers. “You have to be quiet for me.”

In the distance, almost from another planet, I hear our names. Photo time. But it doesn’t discourage us.