(WARNING! This is straight up erotica, people. The subject matter also deals with infidelity and not everyone’s cup of tea so, you’ve been warned!)
Elizabeth Collins is determined to get out of the small town she grew up in and marrying David will make those dreams a reality. But when her oldest, dearest friend, who just happens to be the man who has set her nights on fire with passion unlike anything she’s ever felt, seduces her only minutes before she says “I Do,” doubt plagues her mind and forces her to imagine what life without him, and his sensual touch, would mean.
Jason Lowery has one chance left. He won’t let Liz go without a fight and he’s determined to show her how good they can be together, if she’d just stop being so pig-headed about it. He’ll prove to her he’s the only man she’s meant to be with one way or another.
“Why him, Liz?” Jason finally asked, his voice laced with bitterness. “Is it because I don’t have his money? Wealth won’t make you happy.”
“And you can?” she asked sarcastically. “You’re just an ignorant farm boy, Jason. You don’t know anything about what it takes to make me happy.”
“You’re not in love with him.”
“And how do you know that?” she snapped.
He stared at her reflection, meeting her gaze with deep longing. “Because…I can see it every time you look at me.”
Liz’s features softened at his words. She wished, yet again, he wasn’t right. “Maybe love isn’t every thing.”
“You know that’s not true.” He pushed his weight off the door and moved slowly across the room toward her.
Liz’s heart nearly beat through her chest watching his progression in the mirror. His jet-black hair appeared almost blue in the light from the windows. Those high cheekbones and deep green eyes gave him a look straight from the pages of some high fashion magazine. He appeared more at home in the big city than she did. Just seeing him like this caused a nervous tremble in the pit of her stomach.
Jason had to be the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and yes, she loved him, but love wasn’t enough—not for her.
She wanted more than wide-open fields and the dirty back roads of Lincoln County. Her dreams were full of bright lights and fine things. She couldn’t get those things at home. Living in a small, one-stop-light town, with its dull scenery wasn’t for her. Lack of entertainment had always made her long for something else and getting out of there had been her dream since age ten.
Of course, getting over Jason Lowery would take time, but a determined soul always won, right? Being in love didn’t make you happy. People got married all the time and weren’t in love. If they could do it, so could she.
Focusing her attention on Jason’s face in the mirror, his intense expression sent a chill up her spine. She’d seen that look so many times she’d memorized it. It caused her knees to go weak.
He stopped behind her. His fingers brushed against the back of her arm and the tingles spread through her limbs in an instant.
“He will never love you like I do, Lizzy.”
The words were whispered across her cheek. The warmth of his breath a slow trickle against her skin, before his lips danced across her flesh to rest on the sensitive area just below her ear.
Liz closed her eyes. Her breaths coming quicker as every thought left her except for the way he made her feel. That instant lust…the rush of heat as it swam through her body, leaving her dizzy.
His touch always excited her.
The first boy she’d ever kissed had been Jason. He was her first serious crush, her first lover. He taught her everything she knew about pleasures of the flesh. He relished the knowledge that he could make her scream with the slightest touch. Hours of ecstasy were spent learning the joys of sex by his talented hands and body.
The memories of their time together filled her with regret, knowing she’d be forever denied his attention. He was her first love—and she his—now, as he seductively sucked her earlobe into his mouth, Liz knew he’d never give up until he was her first everything. “It’s my wedding day, Jason. It’s too late for us,” she whispered helplessly.
“It’s our day, Liz. Valentines Day. Don’t you remember?”
She did remember. Valentines Day had always been his. Their first kiss had been while standing under a dozen paper hearts at a high school dance. Exactly one year to the day, he’d made love to her. Every Valentines Day since had been his. Ever since she’d been sixteen. And now, she was giving his day to another man. One she didn’t even love.
“It’s never too late. All you have to do is turn around, walk out the front door—and leave with me.”
Liz sighed as he looked up at her, his eyes full of hope and determination. For the first time since leaving Lincoln, she hated telling him ‘no’, but heard herself saying, “I can’t, Jason. You’ve known from day one I would find a way out of there. And I have. Can’t you just be happy for me? I want more.”
“You mean, you want more than I can give you.”
Liz felt her heart breaking at the expression on his face. She looked away. She didn’t have the strength to hurt him while his gaze was so pleading. Why couldn’t he understand? She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life in Lincoln. She wanted more.
His arms suddenly wrapped around her and strong fingers cupped both her breast through the delicate fabric of her gown.
Liz gasped before she met his gaze in the mirror. The strapless gown barely held her ample breasts in place and it only took a small tug from Jason to release them from the confines of her dress.
His hands palmed her flesh, squeezing, before he lightly pinched her nipples. “Tell me he can make you feel like this,” his voice broke with huskiness. “Tell me he makes your body tremble with just a touch. He can’t make you feel the way I can.”
Liz stared at his face in the mirror, watching him smile at her before once again turning his attention to her neck. The feel of his tongue laving her skin sent a shock through her. The wave of heat that followed flowed through her veins. That slow, steady stream of pulsations caused her vaginal muscles to tighten.
She came alive as his hands lightly pinched her erect nipples, making the soft skin turn pink before she heard a moan. She sighed when she realized she had made the sound. He’d had just proved his point.
“Please don’t do this, Jason. I want the things David can offer me more than anything. Can’t you just let me be happy?”
He lifted his head, anger evident in his eyes.
Liz was shocked when he reached for her face, turning her head to him and plundering her mouth with his own. His teeth bit at her lips, his tongue pushing its way inside her mouth. His arm wrapped around her was the only thing keeping her from falling.
The same white-hot need she usually felt when he touched her surged through her body. She automatically responded to the kiss. Her arm rose, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him closer to her as his hands deliciously stroked her flesh. The delicate prickling crawling across her skin made her weak with desire. She found herself being carried away by the sensations he elicited. The tiny tingles racing up her spine and dancing along her veins ignited every nerve ending in her body before she moaned again.
The thought of someone walking through the door finally tickled her mind, but the feel of his hands and his hot mouth pushed them away.
Jason always had a way of making everything seem okay. Apparently fooling around with him on her wedding day was no exception.
Liz barely felt him pulling the material of her dress up, but as his hands touched the bare skin of her thigh, the pulsing sensations radiating from her core intensified and she gasped for breath as she broke the kiss. “Jason.” Her words were a soft murmur as his fingers swept across the fabric of her panties before delving inside the satin.
“Don’t say anything,” Jason whispered. “Just let me show you.”
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