Do not pass go. Do not collect anything. And no matter what, Kate reminded herself for what must have been the one thousandth time that day, do not even think of looking, or worse, going over there. He really did spell nothing but trouble with a capital T for her and her stupid heart and she knew it.
Now if she could just hold strong, she would be well on her way home tomorrow morning, free for at least a few weeks from having to endure his closeness and the overwhelming effect he always seemed to have on her.
As it was very doubtful that any good could come of her wishful thinking, she most certainly did not need to torture herself any further than she has already. Her brother’s weekend wedding bash was not the ideal time or place to dwell on her own problems.
Since she had managed somewhat successfully all throughout the exchange of vows and the wedding supper to keep her distance, Kate told herself that she should be able to make it to the end of the evening without breaking her self-imposed vow to stay as far away from him as humanly possible—No matter what.
Unfortunately none of her self-lectures did anything to change the fact that he was without a doubt the best-worst kind of temptation there was—at least for her and oh, just about every other living, breathing straight woman and gay man with eyes.
He was unarguably the kind that came wrapped in over six foot four inches of pure muscle, topped with rich chocolate brown eyes, perfect white teeth and a killer grin. And it did not lessen his appeal one tiny bit that he was also extremely successful and moved in circles she only read about in the gossip columns on Sundays.
Of course, whether she wanted it or not, she would always get the latest updates on his love life and career from her mother, who always seemed to unerringly know what everybody was up to.
That was just one of the many benefits of growing up in a small town—you really couldn’t throw a rock without hitting someone you knew.
But she did know one thing. If Kate got close enough to him tonight with the way she was feeling, she was not entirely sure she would be able to shield her true feelings from his all-knowing eyes and keep up the pretense of being “just friends.”
Whenever their eyes would meet, even if it was just fleetingly, she always felt on edge, like she was about to be exposed for the fraud she was.
Kate could not put a finger on it, but it was uncanny how he, with just one look, could peer inside to her innermost thoughts and read what no one else could, see what she didn’t want anyone else to see.
It was unnerving to say the least. Especially since she was literally one step away from throwing herself at him as it was. Being plenty awkward enough without him knowing for sure how she felt about him, she so did not need him pitying her on top of everything else.
The last thing she wanted from him or anybody else was sympathy.
In the past few years things have gotten even more uncomfortable for her. It seriously took all her effort to put her poker face on and act ‘normal’ if he happened to be even in the same vicinity as her, let alone when she was feeling so restless.
With her brother’s wedding ceremony taking place at the renowned Silver Birches Inn and Resort, there was an almost magical feeling in the warm summer air. Nestled at the foot of majestic mountains and with the constant flow of only the best champagne, it was a night made for memories, not one to be wasted sulking in the corner all by yourself.
There was no reason why she should be feeling so out of sorts. Kate thought she had long ago come to terms with the cold, hard fact that she and Justin were never going happen.
She didn’t bring a date, as she was not currently involved with anyone, but then that was more than fine with her. She had learned the hard way from past mistakes that she’d much rather be alone than be with someone who she could not trust or just plain got on her nerves.
They had just devoured a heavenly supper fit for royalty, and many of her family, friends, and acquaintances as well as other invited guests had begun milling around the hotel’s spacious and very elegant ballroom with drinks, waiting for the band to start playing.
I had to hand it to the newlyweds, Eric and his wonderful new bride Isabelle certainly knew how to get married in style!
Thinking back to the many women that came and went in her brother’s life, and Eric’s wild ways when he was younger, she did not think that he would ever settle down. But he had met Isabelle, and they pretty much have been inseparable ever since. And she was truly delighted to have been here this past week, sharing their special time with them.
Kate’s first real vacation in almost two years, and it was almost over. With one night left and the help of two glasses of very fine champagne, she was just starting to unwind from the whirlwind of the last couple of days and the hectic pace she had been keeping at work for the past few months, with all the renovating of her shop.
And then he comes strolling back in from wherever he had disappeared to after the groom’s speeches during dinner, looking sinfully disheveled.
How in the hell could she not look?
Justin knew he was being aggressive with her and not allowing her time to recover, but he could not seem to help himself where she was concerned.
Watching the pleasure consume her as she had shook with release had him the closest to exploding in his pants since he was fifteen years old. Seeing her spread out beneath him in all of her glorious nakedness, Kate was even more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
Completely waxed bare except for a small v-shaped patch of golden brown hair above her pink folds, she was perfect here, too.
With heat balling tight in his lower belly and his cock leaking with the need to fuck, he reached down and moved his fingers through her drenched heat. Up and down and around and around, he massaged her swollen pussy lips before teasing her clit.
Unbelievably, to her, Kate responded immediately to his unrelenting touch. What was he doing to her? His blunt, calloused fingers were like magic—their roughened tips creating a delicious friction.
Forgetting her earlier shyness, on the verge of coming undone, she was once again swept into a world where only the two of them existed here and now.
Needing to move, her hips began a rhythm of their own moving with his fingers. Beyond self-preservation, she could not dim the deep keeling noises being wrenched from within.
Loving that she was so incredibly responsive to his touch, Justin kept teasing her, rubbing and lightly pinching the little bud with not quite enough pressure to make her go off.
Listening to her wails grow louder, more desperate, he increased the pressure fractionally, seeing how far her could take her.
As her sweet scent of arousal filled his nostrils he just had to taste her, love her with his mouth. Flattening one hand on her beautifully curved belly, reminding him once again of just how small she really was, he dipped his head and replaced his finger with his tongue.
At the first sweet, tangy taste of her, he was almost thrown off by her startled movement.
“Justin,” she whispered, distressed, as she tried to get him to move up her body. “I umm…have never had that done to me before…you don’t have to do that—”
Not changing his position and certainly not releasing his grip on her, he murmured huskily, glad that he would be her first in this, “It’s okay, sweetheart, I want to taste you all over…”
Not even close to being finished, he held her firmly in place with one hand and began to worry her tight, swollen clit with his teeth and tongue.
She went wild—her hips bucking uncontrollably off the bed, pushing her pussy in his face, urging him on. Grunting, Justin released her long enough to ease one long finger into her sheath, testing her smallness.
God, she was tighter than he thought. He was not going to survive being inside of her. You were looking at a walking dead man.
Carefully adding a second finger, he began to thrust shallowly, giving her time to adjust.
Feeling her liquid heat coat his fingers, he bent to savor. As his tongue and teeth worked her engorged clit over, his fingers pumped in and out of her tight wet channel.
Lost to everything but the feel and taste of her, Justin felt her inner muscles start to clench around his fingers as a gush of wetness poured over his tongue.