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creeping up her thigh.
     
    Heather grabbed his hand, tore her mouth from his. “Brad. What are you doing? What are we doing?”
     
    Befor e sh e kne w wha t wa s happening, he was on the floor, his hands on her thighs. “We’re having that hot wedding fantasy Brenda said you wanted.” He inched her dress upward.
     
    She covered his hands with her own. Confusion rippled through her. She wanted him, wanted this, but she didn’t want this to be all there was between them. Already, they hadn’t spoken in a week. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but okay. It worked. I don’t want a wedding fantasy.”
     
    He kissed her knee, his hands pressing her skirt the rest of the way up her legs, until her thigh-highs were showing. “I do.”
     
    She stiffened and sat straight up. “Brad...”
     
    “ Shh.” His hand pressed to her stomach, easing her back against the seat. He kissed her other knee, then a bit higher than her knee. “Open for me.”
     
    “ No, I--” He opened her legs, his palms climbing instantly up their length.
     
    “ What if we arrive at the wedding?” She gasped as his thumbs slid over the silk of her panties, then sucked in a breath, as they moved beneath. “What if people find us like this, and--”
     
    “ I told the driver to drive around the block when we arrive until I tell him otherwise.” His lips brushed her leg, his fingers caressing the seam of her body. “I didn’t want to rush this.”
     
    “ We shouldn’t do this.”
     
    As if defying her words, he lowered his head, his breath warm on the most intimate part of her, his eyes meeting hers. “I should have done this a long time ago.” His mouth closed down on her.
     

Chapter Six
     
 
     
    He knew he’d acted without thought for what the future held, without thought of the consequences, but with Heather open wide for him, melting into his mouth, he really didn’t give a damn.
     
    “ Brad,” she panted. The softly spoken, erotically charged way she said his name shot pleasure right to his groin, his balls tight, his cock pulsing and thick. But it was her pleasure, her soft moan, that drove him absolutely wild. Just as hearing his sister talk about finding a man for Heather to get her "hot and bothered" by the end of the wedding had driven him wild. He’d sworn that his intention of sharing the limo ride was to talk to Heather, to find out what was really going on with her. That the reason he’d told the driver to drive around the block until he told him otherwise was fear that they’d be fighting.
     
    Then Heather had climbed into the car with him, her familiar jasmine scent igniting his senses, looking like a brunette goddess, and the façade of a world where they had never kissed, where he had never felt her soft curves pressed intimately against him, slid away. Now he was operating with the single-minded purpose of pleasuring Heather.
     
    Her head rested against the seat now, tilted back, hiding her expression. Hiding. Like he’d hidden from his desire for her, and her for him if he was reading her right. He’d let her hide her face, let her do whatever she needed to do to let herself feel free enough to let this happen. But hide from him, from pleasure---no. Not anymore. They were beyond that now, to a place they’d always been destined to go, a place of no return. And he didn’t want to return, to go back to a moment when he couldn’t touch her, and kiss her.
     
    He suckled her clit, pressing his fingers along the wet seam of her body, then slipping them inside her--caressing her and licking her. Enjoying every soft sound, every whimper she made. He could feel the tension building in her, driving her hips to rock against his fingers, his mouth. He slid his hand under her, around her pert little butt cheek, and lifted for better access, better pleasure. She arched with the action, her chin tilting down, her passion-filled eyes meeting his--silently begging him for more, for the release