by Rylee Quick
He looks at me like a starving man staring at the first meal he’s seen in a long time, his face flushed, breathing heavy, then he glances at the table beside us.
He grabs the tablecloth and pulls. The unlit candles, the flowers, plates, glasses, and silverware all crash to the floor. I’ve seen it on TV, read about it in books, but to have a man do that in real life, and you’re the reason why, is hot as fuck.
Seriously. Hot. As. Fuck.
Liam pulls me to the table and presses me back, laying me down on the smooth wood. I gasp when he raises the dress up to my hips and I glance toward the kitchen, wondering if anyone will investigate the noise.
And then cool air brushes across my skin when he yanks my thong to the side and all my attention is one-hundred percent on him.
Liam flashes a devilish grin that has my inner muscles clenching, and then he lowers himself between my thighs.
His tongue lashes out, softly tracing a path to my clit. I moan as his talented tongue does indescribable things to that sensitive spot, and then he slides lower, his tongue sliding inside me.
With a mind of their own, my hands grab his head, my nails digging into his scalp as he makes love to me with his tongue.
I gasp, trying to catch my breath as everything tightens in me, like a coiled spring being twisted tighter and tighter. I see dark spots dancing in my vision, but also fireworks, exploding patterns of colorful light.
A bolt of lightning slams into me, electrifying my whole body, and I hear someone screaming Liam’s name. It takes a few seconds before I realize it’s me.
Liam licks his lips as he stands, a crazed look in his eyes. “You taste delicious, but I need you. Now.”
He pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room, then quickly pulls his shoes and pants off.
Just as eager as he is, I raise my hips off the table and pull my thong off, dropping it to the floor.
He leans over me, his cock ready for action again, sliding up and down my wet slit, as he presses his lips to mine. We taste each other as we kiss, and I moan, lifting my hips toward him.
“Fuck me, Liam,” I gasp. “I need you in me.”
He shifts his hips and pushes forward. I wrap my legs around his waist as his thick cock slowly enters me, filling me. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as his hips meet mine.
He stays buried deep inside me for a second before pulling almost all the way out, and then he’s filling me again.
I moan his name as I melt with the pleasure of him slowly building the fire within me, then he starts moving faster.
Liam’s eyes are on my breasts, seemingly mesmerized by the way they move with his forceful pounding. I reach up and frantically pull down the dress, letting his eyes get their fill.
The moan that escapes his lips when he sees my naked breasts makes my inner muscles clench around his thickness and I shiver at the exquisite sensation.
Liam leans down and captures a hard nipple between his lips and I moan as a new wave of pleasure washes over me. He sucks it hard into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth, then releases it and lavishes the same attention on the other one.
Raising himself over me once again, Liam braces himself on the table, raw hunger in his eyes. Soon he’s pounding me into the table with hard strokes that drive my breath from me.
My breathing is ragged and heavy as I reach around and grab his ass, urging him on, silently begging him to fuck me harder, faster.
Liam’s hand slides between us, his talented fingers teasing my clit. I grab the edge of the table as he buries himself deep inside me with one final thrust. He groans my name as he fills me with his passion, and the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside me pushes me over the edge.
I lose myself to the pleasure and pound on the table, screaming his name over and over, ecstasy wrapping around my whole body.
I dig my heels into his ass, holding him tight against me, refusing to let him go. He holds me close, his head buried between my neck and shoulder, panting heavily.
I lie under him, feeling more relaxed than I have in a long time, slowly catching my breath.
Liam kisses my forehead and stands, his gaze roaming over me from head to toe.
“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he says.
Even after having sex on a restaurant table, those words still have the power to make me blush, and I can’t help but smile. I stand and smooth down my dress as he gets dressed, trying to put everything right.
I reach down for my thong but he grabs it first and waves it in the air before stuffing it in the pocket of his chinos.
“I’ll give these back to you tomorrow morning,” he says, winking at me.
A thrill of excitement races through me at the thought of spending the night with him, and I decide I’ll let him keep the thong. I’m sure he’ll have no problem earning it.
He glances at the table and arches an eyebrow. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
I take a seat at the table as he does and look at the feast before us. It might be a little on the cool side now but I’m sure it will still be delicious.
“Oh yeah. I can definitely eat,” I say. “Something tells me I need to build up my energy for later.”
He reaches for my hand, looking into my eyes. “Emma. I was just looking to help my sister shop for a wedding dress this morning, with no idea that I’d meet an incredible woman who would change my life. The love of my life.” He squeezes my hand. “I love you, Emma, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”
“I love you too, Liam, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much too.”
— Epilogue —
Emma
I bounce on my toes, too excited to stand still.
“You’re going to break your ankle or something if you don’t stop that, Em,” my father says.
I sigh and force myself to be still, even though I think Dad is underestimating my heel-wearing ability. As someone who basically attends weddings for a living, I’m no stranger to heels, in a wide variety of heights. The ones I’m currently wearing are fairly low, because I’m not a glutton for punishment.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’m just excited.”
He chuckles. “Why? You’ve been to plenty of weddings.”
I laugh. “Yeah, but never as the bride.”
I hear a sniffle and look over in time to see my father swipe a tear away. He sees me looking at him and glances around. “Damn hay fever. Must be a window open somewhere.”
I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Yeah. Hay fever.
I hear the music start and the usher reaches for the door.
“You ready for this, honey?” Dad asks.
Am I ready for this? I’ve been ready for this since meeting Liam three months ago. I’ve been ready for it since he proposed a month ago.
I look at my father and tell myself not to cry. The makeup is tearproof but I am not going to marry the man of my dreams with red puffy eyes. “He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a husband, Daddy.”
He smiles and nods. “Then get out there and marry your man.”
I take his arm as the door opens and we start down the aisle. It’s a fairly small wedding. Okay, more medium-sized than small, but that’s how it goes when you’re in the wedding business. Lots of people want to see you get married when you’ve helped them get married.
Mom and the rest of my family is sitting up at the front, and the girls from Two Hearts Forever are my bridesmaids, with Sophia, my best friend as well as coworker and chaos maker, standing as my maid of honor.
Liam, the most incredible man in the whole world, is waiting for me, with his sister, Pam, beside him as Best Person. He felt the honor should go to her since she played a big role in the two of us making it past the photoshoot and that first dinner invitation.
My soon-to-be husband is wearing the suit he wore when we met. My family wasn’t thrilled initially at the idea of him not wearing a tux but
they understood when they heard the story of how we met.
And it makes perfect sense since I’m wearing the wedding gown from that very memorable photoshoot.
Dad has another mild attack of hay fever as he steps to the side to join Mom and then we’re standing side by side.
I’d love to say I remember every word spoken, every action taken, but it’s all a blur, with all my attention on the handsome man smiling at me so big you’d think he won the lottery.
But I remember two things very clearly. A very important question, followed by an equally important answer.
“Do you take this man, Liam Leeland, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
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— Also by Rylee Quick —
COMING SOON
Two Hearts Forever
A Sweet & Steamy
Curvy Girl Romantic Comedy
Billionaire Date
Billionaire Neighbor
Billionaire Gardner
Billionaire Cowboy
— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —
Rylee Quick likes to write short and sexy romances. When she’s not writing sexy adventures, you can find her binge-watching comedies and police procedurals while petting her cats and eating cheesecake. She loves to hear from readers!