more gust of breath.
His cock hard as stone, his blood raging through his veins, he broke the kiss. “I agreed not to have sex until after the wedding. But I didn’t agree not to touch you, Lissy. I intend to touch you every day. Get used to it.”
She stared at him through wide green eyes, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen.
He kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, sugar. Sweet dreams.”
Lissy lay in the dark, burning. She crossed her legs, squeezed her thighs tightly together, tried to ease the ache.
No, it’s me. I’m just—
—head-over-heels in love with a very sexy man who knows perfectly well how he affects you and is doing everything he can to make you lose the bet before he does .
Was Holly right after all?
After tonight it certainly seemed like it. Lissy’d tried to keep their contact chaste, kissing him on the cheek, keeping her distance, trying not to add fuel to the fire. But Will had grabbed the gas can and emptied it over both of them. Whoosh!
He’d been just as turned on as she, his cock a hard ridge inside his pants, his breathing unsteady, his blue eyes dark like the night sky.
I agreed not to have sex until after the wedding. But I didn’t agree not to touch you, Lissy. I intend to touch you every day. Get used to it.
But Lissy would never get used to it. Although she’d always enjoyed sex, nothing could compare to the way she felt when Will touched her. Will had more passion in his kisses than most men possessed in their entire bodies. His tongue alone was…
She couldn’t think about that. She’d already found herself weighing the pros and cons of the Badgley Mischka. Swarovski crystals. Chapel-length train. Corset waist.
But she’d set out to prove to herself they could go for two weeks without sex and still have a strong relationship. She wasn’t ready to give in yet.
Get a grip on yourself, Lissy!
She wanted to get a grip on Will. But that wasn’t going to happen, not for twelve long days and twelve longer nights—eleven if she didn’t count today. Which was almost over, so she really shouldn’t count it. Then again, tonight wasn’t over until she fell asleep. Twelve. Twelve long nights.
She rolled onto her belly, slid her hand beneath the mattress, pulled out her vibrator and rolled over onto her back. Then she flipped the switch—and nothing happened.
She shook it. Still nothing.
She sat up, turned on the light, saw the switch was set at Off.
“Well no wonder.”
She flipped it the other way. Nothing.
And then it occurred to her that the thing had been switched to On.
The batteries were burned out.
With an aggravated sigh, she got out of bed and padded down the hallway to get fresh ones. Had she left the darned thing on all night long? No, that was impossible. It was loud enough—and strong enough—that she’d have heard and felt it. Maybe her motions had accidentally turned it on when she’d gotten up in the morning and she’d been too busy to hear it buzzing away. Yet how could that be when the switch actually required a bit of effort?
She entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, its light spilling across her bare legs and into the darkened room. She reached for the side shelf where they kept spare batteries—only to find it empty. She groaned.
Will must have taken them for his—
She stood bolt upright and slammed the fridge door, making glass jars and bottles clink.
That bastard!
He had turned her vibrator on and let the batteries run out. And he’d taken the rest of the pack so she’d have nothing to replace them with.
For a moment she could do nothing but fume.
He was trying to seduce her! He was trying to make her give in! He was trying to make her wear the slutty wedding gown!
Well, he was a freaking idiot if he thought an act of vibrator sabotage and battery theft would be enough to force her to come crying for him. She was more resourceful than that.
Lissy tiptoed into the living room, picked up the TV remote and
His cock hard as stone, his blood raging through his veins, he broke the kiss. “I agreed not to have sex until after the wedding. But I didn’t agree not to touch you, Lissy. I intend to touch you every day. Get used to it.”
She stared at him through wide green eyes, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen.
He kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, sugar. Sweet dreams.”
Lissy lay in the dark, burning. She crossed her legs, squeezed her thighs tightly together, tried to ease the ache.
No, it’s me. I’m just—
—head-over-heels in love with a very sexy man who knows perfectly well how he affects you and is doing everything he can to make you lose the bet before he does .
Was Holly right after all?
After tonight it certainly seemed like it. Lissy’d tried to keep their contact chaste, kissing him on the cheek, keeping her distance, trying not to add fuel to the fire. But Will had grabbed the gas can and emptied it over both of them. Whoosh!
He’d been just as turned on as she, his cock a hard ridge inside his pants, his breathing unsteady, his blue eyes dark like the night sky.
I agreed not to have sex until after the wedding. But I didn’t agree not to touch you, Lissy. I intend to touch you every day. Get used to it.
But Lissy would never get used to it. Although she’d always enjoyed sex, nothing could compare to the way she felt when Will touched her. Will had more passion in his kisses than most men possessed in their entire bodies. His tongue alone was…
She couldn’t think about that. She’d already found herself weighing the pros and cons of the Badgley Mischka. Swarovski crystals. Chapel-length train. Corset waist.
But she’d set out to prove to herself they could go for two weeks without sex and still have a strong relationship. She wasn’t ready to give in yet.
Get a grip on yourself, Lissy!
She wanted to get a grip on Will. But that wasn’t going to happen, not for twelve long days and twelve longer nights—eleven if she didn’t count today. Which was almost over, so she really shouldn’t count it. Then again, tonight wasn’t over until she fell asleep. Twelve. Twelve long nights.
She rolled onto her belly, slid her hand beneath the mattress, pulled out her vibrator and rolled over onto her back. Then she flipped the switch—and nothing happened.
She shook it. Still nothing.
She sat up, turned on the light, saw the switch was set at Off.
“Well no wonder.”
She flipped it the other way. Nothing.
And then it occurred to her that the thing had been switched to On.
The batteries were burned out.
With an aggravated sigh, she got out of bed and padded down the hallway to get fresh ones. Had she left the darned thing on all night long? No, that was impossible. It was loud enough—and strong enough—that she’d have heard and felt it. Maybe her motions had accidentally turned it on when she’d gotten up in the morning and she’d been too busy to hear it buzzing away. Yet how could that be when the switch actually required a bit of effort?
She entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, its light spilling across her bare legs and into the darkened room. She reached for the side shelf where they kept spare batteries—only to find it empty. She groaned.
Will must have taken them for his—
She stood bolt upright and slammed the fridge door, making glass jars and bottles clink.
That bastard!
He had turned her vibrator on and let the batteries run out. And he’d taken the rest of the pack so she’d have nothing to replace them with.
For a moment she could do nothing but fume.
He was trying to seduce her! He was trying to make her give in! He was trying to make her wear the slutty wedding gown!
Well, he was a freaking idiot if he thought an act of vibrator sabotage and battery theft would be enough to force her to come crying for him. She was more resourceful than that.
Lissy tiptoed into the living room, picked up the TV remote and
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