Page 82 of Last Night Was Fun

“Thank god,” she said, and reached for him.

He smiled when she kissed him. “Glad we’re on the same page,” he slurred against her lips.

“Very much. Same page. And I’m totally healthy.”

“Me too.”

“Good.” Her words became broken and hurried. Now that she knew where they were headed, she couldn’t get there fast enough. She pressed herself against him, hungry for more of what she’d felt outside. Hungry to chase the pulse pounding in her chest, her throat, between her legs and threatening to consume her whole if she didn’t answer its call immediately.

But Gabe had other ideas. He reached up and gently removed her hands from where they’d clawed into his wet hair. He pressed them between his own and held them in front of her to kiss her fingertips. “Slower. Please. If we’re only going to do this once, I want it to last.”

The heated look in his dark eyes melted her bones. She trembled with anticipation at the promise in his velvety voice. God help her, she was going to have sex with Gabe Olson, and it was going to be good.

She slowly nodded.

He nodded back and hooked his fingers under her jaw to tilt her mouth to his. The slow, deep kiss spread through her like ink dropped onto parchment, seeping out to her every edge as she greedily absorbed it. He had her spinning, sparking with thrill, and he’d hardly even touched her.

Correction: she was going to have sex with Gabe Olson, and it was going to befucking amazing.

They kissed for a sublime eternity. It turned out that smart mouth of his was even smarter when he wasn’t using it to talk. He swept her tongue with his and used his teeth to graze and nip. He sucked her lips and alternated between feathering his fingers over her jaw, her throat, her chest, and squeezing her nape and tangling her hair. His chest, warm even through his wet shirt, pressed into hers and put his heartbeat close enough to feel. His arms found their way to her waist, bracing her back, holding her tight. His firm thigh moved deliciously between her legs.

Gabe Olson kissed with his whole body, and it was divine.

A moan escaped her throat, and he mistook it for impatience. Orperhaps it was his own impatience that prompted him to step back. She’d felt the bulge in his pants pressing into her. “Enough of this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hands. He smoothed his thumbs over her swollen lips.

Speaking felt foreign after using her mouth for other purposes for so long. “No. Just more of the next thing, please,” she said, and reached for his collar.

Her fingers were still damp from the rain and their wet clothes. She helped him unbutton his shirt, and when they got it off, she took a moment to appreciate the landscape of his chest and abdomen. It was just as defined and tanned as she’d imagined it under all those cool shirts. Firm and toned with a smattering of dark hair that gathered into a little trail disappearing into his waistband.

“What you expected?” he playfully asked when he caught her staring.

“Better,” she said, desire filling her as she reached for his pants. She caught the matching desire in his face as he leaned forward to reach behind her for her dress’s zipper.

When they got them undone, they each stepped out of their respective garments and stood to face each other.

Emmy felt a pang of embarrassment when Gabe’s eyes popped wide at the sight of her.

“Good lord, what arethose?”

She looked down and realized he was staring at her Spanx. “Oh. What, you’ve never seen shapewear before?” she asked with a hand on her hip like she was modeling them.

“Uh, not of this industrial grade, no. How have you been breathing all day?” The look of genuine horror on his face made her laugh.

“Women only need eightypercent of the oxygen men need. Didn’t you know that?”

He reached for her hips, smoothing his hands over the tight spandex spanning from her thighs all the way to under her strapless bra. “How do we get them off? Are we going to need scissors?” Hetwisted her side to side with a serious look on his face like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

Emmy sniggered. “No, but since they’re wet, I might need some help.” She shoved her thumbs into the top band and began to peel the Spanx down.

“Happy to be of assistance,” Gabe said, and dug his fingers in to pull.

They got them down to her hips, her lungs joyously refilling to fuller and fuller capacity with each breath, before theyreallyhad to tug. It was a hundred times worse than a wet bathing suit.

“What’s the point of these things?” Gabe asked with a grunt and a yank. He’d sunk to his knees for better leverage, leaving his breath warm against her bare belly. “I’m not a fashion expert, but I think your shape is perfect without them.”

Emmy blushed and wiggled her hips side to side with another shove. “Thank you, but since my sister picked out unforgiving, shows-everything satin for her bridesmaids’ dresses, I needed something to help smooth everything out underneath. If I wasn’t wearing them, you’d have seen my underwear all day.”

“You’re wearing underwear under these things too?”