Kellen stood next to Blaine and rolled his shoulders. Only three or four more guests and he could escape the receiving line. Oh, he could probably take off early, but why leave his post when the end was in sight?
Besides, he loved Mallory like she was his sister and would easily give his life for Blaine. The middle aged couple shook his hand and nodded their congratulations. He smiled at the little blonde haired flower girl and puffed out a long breath.
Right now Kellen needed a moment of private time. He glanced across the expanse of the hotel lobby and licked his dry lips. The woman of his dreams, a slender blonde swathed in black chiffon held the door open for one of the elderly female wedding guests.
He tugged at the collar or his tuxedo. The desire to abandon the line and stroll to the other side of the room flicked across his brain. The last guest made it through the line, granting him his freedom.
“We’ll need you in the reception hall in fifteen minutes if you can peel your gaze from Taryn. Don’t forget she’s married to a jealous man.”
Kellen dragged oxygen into his lungs. He nodded. “Yeah, Blaine. I’ll be there.” After I see to someone...
Kellen strode across the plush carpet and nuzzled Taryn’s golden curls. She sighed and leaned into him. He chuckled. “May I accompany you upstairs?”
She rubbed her nose against his cheek. “Do you think my husband would mind?”
Her voice reminded him of Lauren Bacall. His cock strained against his trousers. He wrapped his arms around her lithe waist. “I think he’d be agreeable.”
She tangled her fingers with his and tugged him to the elevator. “Then we’d better get moving.”
The bell pinged and the burnished steel door opened. Kellen held out his hand. “After you, my love.”
Taryn giggled and stepped into the empty car. “Sshh. Someone will hear.”
He followed, tugging his tuxedo jacket down his arms. “I hope they do.” Kellen pinned her against the tile wall and nipped her neck and collarbone. “Do you know how sexy you are?”
She gasped as the car ascended to the penthouse in mere seconds. Her nails dug into his forearms. “It’s been mentioned on occasion. Pick a floor.”
He chuckled and pressed a button on the wall pad before they reached the pinnacle of the building. The elevator car screeched to a halt at the twenty-second floor. “None of them.”
Taryn ground her pelvis into his groin. She dug her nails into his ass to hold him tight against her heated body. His nerve endings tingled. Her perfume turned his senses inside out. “The emergency brake?”
“Yes.” Kellen draped the jacket across her shoulders. He worked the knot holding her dress in place behind her back and bared her breasts. “I need to feel you, baby.”
She whimpered. “You are.”
Her peaked nipples brushed against his shirt, yet he felt the sparks as if they were both nude. His cock strained behind his zipper. God, he needed to be inside her and soon.
“Someone will see us through the security camera.”
“So let’s give them a good show.” Kellen slid her silky chiffon dress past her creamy thighs and caressed her nether lips with his middle finger. “You’re so wet. Open for me, babe.”
“Yes.” The word slipped past her lips in a hiss. She wrapped her leg around his waist. Her hand slipped over the barrier to his dick, caressing him. “Show me how well you can use this.”
He shivered. God, she turned him on. “You want to talk dirty?”
Taryn popped the button on his trousers, releasing his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his girth, kneading him, learning him. Blood pounded in his ears. Her nails scratched the delicate skin of his sac, sending tingles of desire surging through his veins. He wasn’t huge, but she made him feel enormous.
Her mons ground into his groin, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. She rubbed his dick along her slippery lips. “Nah, I want action. I want you.” Her eyes drifted closed and she nipped her bottom lip. She gasped. “Oh, God! Kellen!”
He eased her leg around his waist and tore the wispy fabric of her silk panties away from her body. He could listen to the sounds of her arousal all night long. “You want me?”
She grabbed his ass again, pulling him to her. “Yes. I want to come.”
He entered her with one sure thrust. His heart thundered in his chest. With Taryn, he was complete. He plunged into her, swallowing her moans with his kiss and tasting her sweetness all the way to his soul.
She raked her fingers through his hair. Her body quaked with the oncoming orgasm. He added a couple of residual thrusts and dropped his head to her shoulder. “Fuck, yes.”
Taryn groaned and gulped air. “I love you, Kellen.”
“I love you, too, sweets.” He tangled the fingers of his left hand in her hair and pressed the button to move the elevator car. He smoothed the silky fabric down over her hips, covering her modesty. The bell signaled their stop at the selected floor. “Now do you feel like a boring married woman?”
She giggled, pressing her forehead against his cheek. “Not in the least.” Kellen’s heart swelled. He and Taryn wouldn’t be down to the reception for quite a while. “Then I made my wife very happy.”
She snuggled into him and wrapped her arm around his waist. “You did and I am.”
Kellen produced their key card. “Then shall we continue?”
Her eyes flashed. “Absolutely.”
About the author: Thanks for enjoying this work by Wendi Zwaduk. By day she’s a SAHM of one son, two dogs, and two cats, but at night she lets her inner muse run wild and writes tales of love won, lost, and won again. If she’s not at her computer, she can be found at her local dirt tracks cheering for the Late Model cars or haunting the local library in search of new authors. Her first novel comes out in early 2010 from the Wild Rose Press. Check out her blog at http://www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com