I grip his tux jacket with both hands and stare up into his soft eyes. Fuck this. He’s here, I’m here, and I’m saying it. “I love you. I want you, Reese. Just you, and not at all in the stupid casual bullshit way. I want everything. Sleepovers and sex in beds. All kinds of beds. Yours, mine, whoever’s. I want to introduce you to my parents and I want to bake your birthday cake every year while you sit and look at me the way only you look at me.” I take in a shaky breath while he stands, watching me, studying me. “It f**king killed me to pull away from you.”
I step in close to him and bury my face into his neck, not knowing or caring if this is appropriate. I need to be here right now and as his arms slowly wrap around me and pull me close to him, I finally exhale.
He moans softly, his hand stroking my hair as I feel his lips curl up against my forehead. “You know, this shit could have been avoided entirely if you would have just stormed in and slapped the piss out of me after you overheard that bullshit.” I pull my head back and see his perfect smile gleaming down at me and I tightly wrap my arms around his back. “I mean really, the one time I would actually want you to slap me, you don’t. I would have scooped you up right then and told you how much I loved you. Where the hell was my hot headed girl that day?”
I shake my head at the memory. “Broken on the floor. You’re right though, that was very uncharacteristic of me.”
He plants several kisses to my forehead. “Well, I’ve been a miserable piece of shit without you. Apparently unbearable to be around, if you ask Ian. How have you been, love?”
I laugh, my first real laugh in months and wipe under my eyes. “Bitchy and more hostile than usual. Poor Joey, he really has taken the grunt of our breakup.”
“That sounds about right. Now, you have two options here.” I smile big at his words.
“They better both involve your hands and mouth on me or I’m finding myself another groomsman.”
He issues me a warning stare and I smirk. “Obviously. I’ve gone eighty-five days without touching you and it’s taken every ounce of strength in my body to not rip you right out of this dress, which you look absolutely beautiful in by the way.” He plants a quick kiss to my lips as I back up and wait for my options.
“Option one, we can go back inside and you can let me dance with you some more and enjoy your company that I have greatly missed over the past grueling months, hopefully witness you getting into it with Brooke again because that shit was f**king hilarious.” I laugh at him as he pushes off from the wall and grabs my face between his hands, his thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip. The pull between us is stronger than ever and I’m about to say f**k option one without even hearing my other choice. But I let him give it to me anyway. “Or, we can go off somewhere and I can f**k you until you scream my name in that sexy way that you do. All throaty and raspy.” His tongue sweeps across my lips and I pull him in, firmly stroking mine against his. I moan softly into his mouth, tasting and relishing in his flavor. “Christ, I’m so in love with you, Dylan. Insanely in love. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed your face?” His finger slowly trails over my lips and along my jaw while he studies me.
I lean in and plant quick kisses on his lips. “Just my face?” My hand runs down the front of him and cups his length and his eyes widen.
“Option two then? Thank f**k, because if you would have picked one I would have taken you in front of everyone on that dance floor and not given a shit about who watched us.” He bends down and I’m quickly hauled up onto his shoulder. I’m issued a firm slap on my backside as he takes me down the hallway. I squeal and laugh against him, admiring my own view of his perfect behind. I’m quickly slid down his front as we stand just outside the men’s bathroom, his brow arched at me as his hand grips the handle.
“It is rather fitting, picking up where this whole thing began.” He opens the door and peers inside as I jump around on my heels.
“Well hopefully this time you won’t get all weird on me afterwards. I’m sure you’re used to sex with me by now.” I’m pulled into the restroom and the door is locked behind me as I’m lifted off my feet, legs firmly wrapping around his waist.
“Oh I don’t know, love, you always surprise me. Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this bathroom. Any issue with not returning to the reception?” His mouth latches onto mine and I’m quickly silenced, my answer not worth a damn anyway when I can be kissed like this. The man can kiss better than anyone, I’m sure of it. I’m pressed against the wall, my bare back stinging on the cold tile as his tongue roams freely inside my mouth. He licks along my lips, pulling my tongue into his mouth and softly sucking on it before he releases it and moves down my neck.
“I’ve missed you,” I say as his mouth kisses and sucks on the top of my br**sts, his hands gripping my ass and hiking up my dress. “Oh God, I’m so wet for you.” He growls against my chest as his hand slides up between us, running up my inner thigh and meeting the fabric of my panties.
“Shit. I need to taste you before I f**k you. I’m dying here.” I’m carried over to a small leather bench that’s on the opposite side of the restroom and laid out on it, my dress quickly hiked up to reveal my white lacy panties and matching garter. “Holy f**k,” he says as he drops down to his knees and moves between my legs. The bathroom door rattles with someone’s knocking. “Go away!” he yells and I laugh at his completely flustered state. He tucks my panties into his pocket with a smirk before he delivers his first lick. “Damn, I’ve missed this. So sweet.” He hums against me, moving his face rapidly between my thighs.