Best Man...with Benefits. Nancy Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ he closed his eyes, he smelled something light and floral and sexy. Someone had worn that fragrance tonight. He couldn’t think who, but his body stirred in memory.

      He edged closer and found himself touching warm, female skin.

       What?

      Apart from Cynthia, one more woman had tried to slip him her room card, but he was sure he hadn’t taken it.

      Had he?

      Oh, she smelled good.

      He eased closer; the curving line of her shoulder captivated him. The curtains were open, as were the French doors, and moonlight cast the palest glow on her skin. He couldn’t resist: he put his lips to the curve where her shoulder met her throat. A pulse beat there, slow and steady.

      And then she made a sound like a purr and turned to him.

      He wished he could remember her name. Damn.

      He might be drunk—okay, he was drunk—but he wasn’t going to have sex with someone he didn’t even know.

      He raised his head to look at her more carefully and at the same time she opened her eyes.

      His heart stopped.

      Her eyes opened wide.

      Holy shit.

      He knew this woman’s name perfectly. And most of the time wished he didn’t. What was Lauren doing in his bed?

      She blinked slowly, not moving or turning on the light or calling security. In fact, she didn’t say anything. He recalled that moment when their gazes had caught, when she was walking down the aisle, and he’d felt that punch of—of something he had no name for. Recognition was the closest he could come.

      For a long moment, they simply looked at each other. He wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come, wanted to move, no idea which way. Backward? Forward?

      She lifted a hand. If she was going to slap him, he was ready. He’d explain, except he had no idea what had happened. Then he recalled the snorts of laughter after his old school buddies had walked him home, and he thought he knew exactly how he got here.

      She didn’t slap him, though.

      She laid a hand on his cheek, slid it to the back of his head and, to his shock, pulled him toward her.

      They’d kissed already tonight. That forced kiss, close-lipped and dutiful, in front of a crowd. He still recalled the feel of her soft lips under his, the light scent that was now teasing his senses.

      And then she put her mouth on his.

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      JACKSON EXPERIENCED THE slam of lust, sharp and fierce, as she kissed him. Not some dry-mouthed kiss your great aunt Mildred would give you, like the one they’d shared earlier, but a deep, wet, hungry soul kiss.

      He pulled her against him, feeling her soft, warm skin, the silky slide of a nightgown that was definitely in the way.

      When she moved her mouth like this, he wasn’t reminded of firing squads or poison ivy. He thought of hot skin sliding on hot skin, of what her nipples would taste like on his tongue, the sounds she would make when he brought her to climax.

      He ran his hands lightly up over the silky gown to stroke her breasts through the fabric and felt her nipples respond, hardening beneath his palms.

      Her body began to grow restless, but something about this place, the romantic location, the soft hush of the ocean coming from the open French doors, the moonlight, the wedding, made him want this to be special for her.

      Their first time to be special.

      Those clever artist’s hands of hers began to move over his body, learning him, exciting him. When her hand closed around his cock, his hips jerked helplessly against her hand. He wanted so much more; he wanted her wet heat surrounding him and he was too excited for much handling.

      As though she’d read his mind, she moved on, stroking his chest. Then she pressed herself against him as though their entire bodies were kissing.

      As they rubbed and teased, she rolled right on top of him. She’d taken her hair out of its updo and it spilled over her shoulder in sexy loose curls.

      He reached for her, but she kept rolling until she was off the bed.

      What the hell?

      Stunned, he watched her dash into the bathroom, heard rustling and then she returned carrying—oh, yes—condoms. He liked a woman who traveled prepared.

      She tossed a trio of square packs on the bedside table beside him and then, still standing, the moonlight glinting on her skin, she put her hands to the hem of her short, silk gown and slowly raised it.

      He watched, not daring to blink in case he missed something, his eyes taking in every superb inch as she revealed herself.

      Long, elegant legs, rounded hips with that glorious triangle beckoning, then the long, lean abdomen of a runner, and the small, perfect breasts.

      She pulled the gown over her head and let it float to the ground.

      Naked, she walked to the bed to join him.

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      LAUREN HAD NO IDEA what she was doing, but ever since she’d woken to find Jackson mysteriously in her bed, she’d followed her instincts.

      For all she knew, she was dreaming, and this was nothing but a wet dream.

      But what a wet dream.

      When she kept his mouth busy doing other things besides insulting her, he was good company. Especially naked. And as she looked at that mouth, she knew she was going to keep it very busy for the next few hours.

      She slid back into bed, settled herself against him once more and put all thoughts of tomorrow out of her mind.

      This was a sex fantasy, she reminded herself.

      Nothing but a wet dream. And dreams were always gone in the morning.

      As he moved against her, she loved the feel of his hair-roughened skin against her smoother flesh, loved the muscles—and who cared how he’d come by them, really.

      When he slipped a hand between her thighs and found that perfect spot, she forgot to think at all.

      Sensation. That was all she had. The quiet lap of waves outside mingled with their soft sighs as their excitement increased.

      The moonlight cast the night in the colors of a dream.

      The tiniest taste of scotch when she kissed him, and the taste and smell of hot, horny male when she moved her mouth down to his chest.

      He played at her wetness, taking her relentlessly up. Slipping a finger inside her to stroke deep. She felt herself growing slicker, felt her hips dance in time with his СКАЧАТЬ