His kiss destroyed her.

Shelby’s head spun, her legs went weak, and the only thought she had in her head was that she wanted more. She hadn’t planned this—hell, she’d only wanted to tell him that his ex was an idiot—but the instant that Nolan’s lips touched hers, she was lost.

Maybe she should have realized. After all, she’d been craving him for days. He’d stolen into her dreams and barged into her thoughts. She’d spent hours justifying her decision to stay away when the only thing her body wanted was him since the moment he’d walked away Thursday morning.

Some small voice inside her head told her this was insane. That she should walk away now before she regretted it. That with this man she’d be risking more than her heart, she’d be risking her dreams—her plans.

She told the damn voice to shut up. She didn’t care about protests or plans or the future. All she knew was now. And all she wanted was him.

What was it Hannah had said? That she should take a chance? Well, maybe Hannah hadn’t convinced her, but Nolan’s kisses were very, very persuasive.

“Nolan. Oh, God,” she moaned as his mouth moved to her neck, her earlobe. He was working his magic on her, and heat flowed in her veins, a wild burning passion that his kisses only stoked, making her burn hotter and hotter until she was certain that she would simply combust in his arms.

She turned her head, forcing their mouths together again, and her fingers twined in his hair as she held him, tasted him. Christ, she craved him, and she opened her mouth to his, demanding he deepen the kiss, wanting to consume and be consumed.

She lost herself in the taste of him, in the taint of pain as his teeth tugged on her lower lip. In the coppery tang of blood from the violent clashing of their mouths and teeth. It wasn’t enough—it wasn’t nearly enough. And even when he pulled away, his mouth closing over the halter of her dress so that he sucked her nipple through the material, and his hands started to slide under her skirt, she simply wanted more. So badly—so desperately—that when he pulled away and stood in front of her, she actually whimpered.

“Don’t stop. God, Nolan, please don’t stop.”

“Hell no,” he said. “But we need to take a short recess to find a better place fast. Otherwise, I’m taking you in the ladies’ room and locking us into a stall.”

“No good,” she teased. “No way I could stay quiet enough.”

He chuckled. “Good. I like your noises. I like to make you scream.”

“Make me come and I’ll scream as loud as you want,” she murmured, and Nolan tilted his head back and laughed.

“What?”

“Listen to you. How many people know what naughty things can come out of that mouth? You with your sensible shoes and your tweed jacket and your tailored button down shirts.”

She lifted her brows. “From anyone else, I’d think I’d been insulted.”

“Oh, no,” he said. “Not even close. You’re my fantasy, baby. Did you know that? Because you’re all mine.” His eyes searched hers as his fingertip stroked her cheek. “No one else sees the woman I do.”

She swallowed. “Nolan…”

“You gave that to me, Shelby, whether you meant to or not.”

His words were like a soft rain, and she soaked them in, knowing he was right. He saw a part of her no one else did. Certainly not Alan, who’d probably die from shock if he had even an inkling of the things she’d done and said with Nolan.

“Do you have any idea how much of a turn on that is?” Nolan asked. “Knowing we have this secret? That you’ve shared something so intimate with me?”

“I do,” she whispered. “Because if I’m your fantasy, then you’re my muse.” She brushed a kiss over his lips. “I’ve never done these things with anyone,” she told him. “You inspire me.”

“Do I? What are you inspired to do now?”

“Nothing we can do right here,” she said, then laughed.

“Where, then?”

“I know.” She took his hand. “Come on.”

She and the other girls from Brandywine had rented a room at the hotel for the night. No one intended to actually stay in it, but that way they had a private place to rest, leave make-up, change clothes if they needed to, and simply get away from the crowd if it all became too overwhelming.

“I had four cousins get married over six months,” Kayla had said when she’d suggested the room. “Trust me when I say it’s totally worth the expense.”

Right about now, Shelby was enthusiastically agreeing with Kayla’s assessment. All the other girls were still in the ballroom dancing and gossiping and drinking champagne. Which meant that the room was entirely free—and Shelby intended to take full advantage.

“You have a room?” Nolan asked as she led him to the door at the end of an eighth floor hall.

“I believe in being prepared,” she said, then added, “Call it the girl-power staging area,” as she led him into the clothing strewn, make-up scattered housekeeping horror that came from five girls sharing a room. Even if it was only to change and freshen up.

He glanced around. “Are we alone?”

“Completely,” she said, finishing the word on a gasp because he had her back up against the wall, her arms above her head, her crossed wrists held tight in his hand. She was helpless, and he moved in fast, taking her mouth with his, claiming her, controlling her.

His lips possessed her. Owned her. And his free hand led an exploratory charge, pulling her breasts free from the halter-style bodice. “You look good enough to eat,” he teased before lowering his mouth to her breast.

He scraped his teeth along her nipple, causing a wild sensation to build in her sex. She moaned, squeezing her legs together and shifting her hips, hoping to increase the friction.

“Someone likes.”

“Someone does,” she confirmed, then gasped at the sound of footsteps stopping right outside the door.

“Fuck,” she whispered as she shifted out from under him, took his hand, and sprinted for the bathroom.

They burst in and locked the bathroom door before her anonymous roomie burst through the main door. A moment of muffled noise, then the bathroom door knob rattled. Shelby glanced at Nolan, who actually looked amused, the bastard.

“I’m in here,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub because her legs were shaky. “I’m a little sick.”

“Oh no,” Leslie said. “Let me in and we’ll help you out.”

“Oh, God, no,” she said, but not in response to Leslie’s comment, but to the fact that Nolan had dropped to the ground, spread her knees, and buried his face between her legs.

“What?” Leslie called.

“I just mean I’d rather be alone. Too much alcohol is all.” Her voice sounded rough, and she supposed that made it more convincing. But as he sucked on her clit through her thin cotton panties, she decided she really didn’t care.

Shifting, she spread her legs wider and held on to the edge of the tub for dear life as he tugged the crotch of her panties aside and worked magic with his tongue.

“I was going to freshen my make-up,” Les called, “but I’ll just use what’s in my purse.”

“Uh-huh,” Shel said as Nolan sucked on her clit while teasing her labia with a finger wet with her desire.

“Are you coming later?” Les asked.

“Oh, God, yes, absolutely,” Shelby cried out, as Nolan’s magical tongue took her loudly and fabulously over the edge.

Nolan, she mouthed when she came back to earth, but he just pulled her down to the area rug, then yanked her panties around her knees as her sex pulsed in anticipation.

“Condom” he whispered, and she spread her hands helplessly.

“Five girls. Someone must have one,” he said. Then he was on his feet searching. A moment later he thrust a silver package into the air.

“Hurry,” she said, not bothering to be quiet anymore. She thought she’d heard Les leave. And if she was wrong, well, she didn’t care.

He opened the fly of his tux pants, then knelt between her legs as she reached for him, wanting to touch his cock before he sheathed it. “Don’t,” he said. “I’m too close. And you don’t want to stain that dress.”

She burst out laughing, and he got on top of her, laughing, too. Then he was inside her and their sounds were laughter and pleasure and wild, glorious fun.

And when he came, she hooked her legs around him and used her strength to pull him in deeper, closer to her core. Closer to her heart.

When he was spent, he stretched out beside her, his finger tracing her collar bone. “You’re incredible,” he said. “And I bet we just had the most fun of anybody at this wedding.