Daniel ran his hands over her almost reverently. As if he couldn’t believe that he was allowed to do so.
Chelsea undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxer briefs off so she could get a look at the body she’d been missing.
“Time for that later. Right now I need you under me.” Lifting her as if she weighed nothing, he laid her on the bed.
Daniel didn’t give her any indication of what he was going to do next. He shouldered apart her thighs and dropped his head to settle his mouth against her. His tongue glided over her clit, slowly, as he sucked.
Chelsea reared off the bed, but he held her with strong hands against his talented tongue and lips. “Oh, God. Daniel…” She ran her hands through his hair to hold him tight.
Each lash of his tongue brought delicious sensation that washed through her system. Winding her up, tighter and tighter until she came quaking in his arms with a scream.
He eased her back down, gentling his strokes until the trembling eased. Daniel looked up at her and grinned. “That’s one sound I’ll never get tired of.”
Chelsea smiled at him as he crawled up, dropping kisses as he did. She let her eyes wander over his sculpted body as he quickly snagged a condom from a drawer in the bedside table, put it on and came back down to her. She loved the feel of his skin against hers, his weight pinning her to the bed—the feeling of fullness as he slowly pushed into her.
And when he plunged as deeply as he could into her…the sensation was indescribable.
Letting her eyes fall closed, she wound herself around him, wanting to feel more of him. Needing him deeper. Harder. Faster.
As if he was unable to stop himself, or perhaps unwilling, he surged into Chelsea with fierce thrusts, pushing her toward another fast-approaching climax. Just as she flew over with a keening cry, he bit her shoulder, growling something incomprehensible as he came.
Chelsea stared dazedly at the man who had collapsed next to her. Daniel grinned and kissed her long, deep and slow. She knew that no one else could make her feel the way he did. She wasn’t sure if it was love she was feeling just yet, but it was heading that way. What more could she ask for? They understood each other, and if he kept on par with his performance up to now, she knew that she could be happy with him. At least for however long their relationship lasted.
Epilogue
Six months later…
Chelsea laughed along with everyone else at the table. As far as wedding receptions went, it was exquisite. Cara and Jason looked radiantly in love as they took the good-natured ribbing in stride. Their wedding had been perfect and everything had gone off without a hitch. Not that she had expected anything less of Cara’s big day.
Across the table from her, Natalie and Sebastian looked equally content and happy, though they were so caught up with each other that Chelsea doubted they heard anything that was going on around them. Their wedding was coming up in a couple of months and there wasn’t even so much as a jitter from either of them. It made Chelsea smile, knowing they were so blissful.
And next to her, tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand, sat Daniel. Gorgeous and looking just as at home in his tux as he did in his chef’s jacket, he caught her gaze and winked as he took a sip of his wine.
She knew the smile on her face was more than a little sappy and a lot of it had to do with the magical day. But Chelsea knew that without the man next to her, she wouldn’t have felt so good. Of course, she would be ecstatic for her friends, but Daniel seemed to make everything better. Being with him highlighted the best in everything.
He caught her gaze again and the intensity of his had her heart flopping over. Daniel took her glass and put it on the table along with his. “Want to dance, beautiful?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” She was aware of her friend’s approving smiles as they left the table. But the one that
Chelsea undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxer briefs off so she could get a look at the body she’d been missing.
“Time for that later. Right now I need you under me.” Lifting her as if she weighed nothing, he laid her on the bed.
Daniel didn’t give her any indication of what he was going to do next. He shouldered apart her thighs and dropped his head to settle his mouth against her. His tongue glided over her clit, slowly, as he sucked.
Chelsea reared off the bed, but he held her with strong hands against his talented tongue and lips. “Oh, God. Daniel…” She ran her hands through his hair to hold him tight.
Each lash of his tongue brought delicious sensation that washed through her system. Winding her up, tighter and tighter until she came quaking in his arms with a scream.
He eased her back down, gentling his strokes until the trembling eased. Daniel looked up at her and grinned. “That’s one sound I’ll never get tired of.”
Chelsea smiled at him as he crawled up, dropping kisses as he did. She let her eyes wander over his sculpted body as he quickly snagged a condom from a drawer in the bedside table, put it on and came back down to her. She loved the feel of his skin against hers, his weight pinning her to the bed—the feeling of fullness as he slowly pushed into her.
And when he plunged as deeply as he could into her…the sensation was indescribable.
Letting her eyes fall closed, she wound herself around him, wanting to feel more of him. Needing him deeper. Harder. Faster.
As if he was unable to stop himself, or perhaps unwilling, he surged into Chelsea with fierce thrusts, pushing her toward another fast-approaching climax. Just as she flew over with a keening cry, he bit her shoulder, growling something incomprehensible as he came.
Chelsea stared dazedly at the man who had collapsed next to her. Daniel grinned and kissed her long, deep and slow. She knew that no one else could make her feel the way he did. She wasn’t sure if it was love she was feeling just yet, but it was heading that way. What more could she ask for? They understood each other, and if he kept on par with his performance up to now, she knew that she could be happy with him. At least for however long their relationship lasted.
Epilogue
Six months later…
Chelsea laughed along with everyone else at the table. As far as wedding receptions went, it was exquisite. Cara and Jason looked radiantly in love as they took the good-natured ribbing in stride. Their wedding had been perfect and everything had gone off without a hitch. Not that she had expected anything less of Cara’s big day.
Across the table from her, Natalie and Sebastian looked equally content and happy, though they were so caught up with each other that Chelsea doubted they heard anything that was going on around them. Their wedding was coming up in a couple of months and there wasn’t even so much as a jitter from either of them. It made Chelsea smile, knowing they were so blissful.
And next to her, tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand, sat Daniel. Gorgeous and looking just as at home in his tux as he did in his chef’s jacket, he caught her gaze and winked as he took a sip of his wine.
She knew the smile on her face was more than a little sappy and a lot of it had to do with the magical day. But Chelsea knew that without the man next to her, she wouldn’t have felt so good. Of course, she would be ecstatic for her friends, but Daniel seemed to make everything better. Being with him highlighted the best in everything.
He caught her gaze again and the intensity of his had her heart flopping over. Daniel took her glass and put it on the table along with his. “Want to dance, beautiful?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” She was aware of her friend’s approving smiles as they left the table. But the one that
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