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her like this. Like he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything.
    Her nipples tightened beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress, and she half-wondered if he felt them against his chest. His mouth seduced all thought away until he finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, panting slightly.
    “That’s more like it,” she whispered.
    Eli cupped her chin and brushed his thumb across her lips. “Has anyone ever told you you’re incredibly demanding?”
    She smiled sweetly. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Before he could respond, she caught the tip of his thumb between her teeth and swiped her tongue across it. His cock stiffened further against her, and he stared at her lips. She released her hold on him and met his heated gaze.
    “I have a room upstairs.” The rough quality of his voice made it sound as if it was part invitation and part demand.
    A shiver of need skated down her back, and she stood on her toes to whisper, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    He kissed her again before trailing his lips along her jaw line to her ear and sending goose bumps over her limbs. “Why don’t I help you pack up your equipment?”
    Raking her fingertips through his hair, she scraped her teeth over his earlobe, loving the way his arms tightened around her. “Why don’t you make sure you have condoms, and I’ll meet you up there?”
    He stared at her a moment then nodded sharply and murmured, “Room four-oh-five.”
    As soon as he pulled away, she felt the loss of his warmth. He took a few backward steps, keeping his eyes on her as if he thought she might vanish. One of the other groomsmen intercepted him as he headed for the door. She wondered if he’d have to do some other wedding-related task. She shrugged inwardly and tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. If he was there when she went upstairs, he was there. If he wasn’t, this wasn’t meant to be. Turning away, she found her bag and slid her camera inside.
    A few seconds ago, she’d been positive that a one-night stand was exactly what she needed—no Get Meaghan Laid spell required. Now that she was more than a couple inches away from him, she began to have her doubts.
    Oh, she was sure the sex would be fantastic. There was a sharp sense of urgency coiled beneath his neatly pressed tux, ready to pounce…ready to devour. And she needed that. She needed to feel desired, if only for a night. She was far lonelier than she wanted to admit, and while this wasn’t a long-term solution, it would at least solve the immediate problem. Maybe once she’d scratched this particular itch, she could go back to being the spinster sister of the family.
    She supposed there was the possibility sex with Eli would make the subsequent loneliness more acute. But how often did opportunities like this present themselves? No, she’d regret it if she bailed now.
    Grabbing her phone from the inside pocket of her camera bag, she texted Rowan, with her location, Eli’s name and his room number—just as they used to do when they were in college. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Eli—she did—but old habits died hard. Rowan responded, and Meaghan promised to fill her in on all of the details later. Now, she was heading upstairs before she lost her nerve.
    With her camera bag slung over her shoulder, she stepped into the elevator. The doors whooshed shut behind her, blocking out the sounds of the wedding reception and locking her into a cocoon of silence. Her nervousness increased as she traveled upward. When the doors opened, she stepped out onto the nearly deserted fourth floor. Eli’s room was right around the corner from the elevator.
    She’d barely finished knocking when the door swung open. The room was nearly dark except for a small table lamp on the far side of the room. Eli stood silhouetted in the doorway, his tie hanging loose around his neck and the top few buttons of his shirt open. His jacket had been tossed across the foot end of the