The Unintended Fiancé (Captured by Love Book 4) by Miranda P. Charles

“And even though I enjoyed dinner immensely, I can’t wait to have you.”
    All she could do was gasp as Brad left a trail of kisses along her jaw, her neck, her throat, his hands exploring her naked back. When Brad ran his hands down the sides of her breasts, a fresh rush of arousal hit her.
    Wow, this was finally happening. It was... momentous.
    Should casual sex feel like this? Like some life-altering event was about to happen?
    She hid a smirk. Of course it should. This was a big occasion for her. She was having sex for the first time in over a year, after being humiliated, dumped and left wondering what she’d done wrong. Tonight, she was the liberated woman who’d managed to seduce one of the hottest guys she knew to have sex with her. Ha!
    Yes, this was significant for her. And she better not just stand there like an inexperienced virgin.
    She grabbed the hem of Brad’s shirt and pulled it over his head, making Brad murmur his approval before his mouth was on hers again—ravenous this time. Encouraged, she explored those sculptured abs that had been giving her weak knees for years. Now she could touch, not just look. And, oh, Brad’s heart seemed to be pounding just as hard as hers.
    Intrepidly, she moved her hand down to his crotch. Oh, Lord.
    “Erin,” Brad growled, lifting her so she was straddling his waist. “I want you bad.”
    “I can tell,” she said, her words coming out in a whoosh as she tightened her arms and legs around him.
    “You were so tempting last night,” he said, kissing her face as he carried her to his bedroom. “I’ve been horny since then.”
    “You mean you had a hard-on all day?” she asked with a giggle.
    “Pretty much most of the time. I couldn’t wait to come home.”
    “Really?” she asked, thrilled by his confession.
    “Uh-huh,” he said, kicking his door open and dropping her on his bed. Then he sat on his knees beside her and gaped.
    She let out an exhale. Here was Bradley Mead, devouring her with his eyes. He wasn’t even touching her and she wanted to squirm in pleasure. “You’re not just gonna look, are you?” she teased, trying to cover up her nerves.
    “Are you kidding me?” he responded, his lips tugging up in one corner as he popped his jeans button and slid down the zip. The bulge hiding behind his boxer briefs was clearly dying to be released. But that was as far as he went with undressing. Instead, he hooked her lace undies with his fingers and pulled them down. Slowly.
    She lifted her pelvis to help him, and soon she was stark naked on Brad’s bed, her chest heaving.
    Brad exhaled through pursed lips, as if he, too, was having difficulty breathing. Then he leaned over her and kissed her mouth.
    “You’re beautiful, Erin,” he whispered.
    She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She was too busy trying not to moan as Brad started to draw circles on her nipple with his thumb.
    “Don’t be shy with me,” he said, leaving soft, unhurried kisses along her throat and shoulders.
    “I’m not—” She shut her mouth. What was the point of denying it? “I don’t know why I’m nervous,” she admitted.
    Brad reared up to look at her face. “Because this is not something you do all the time. But don’t worry, I won’t bite. Unless I decide to give you a hickey or two,” he quipped.
    “Don’t you dare! Unless you place it where I can cover it up.”
    “What’s the point of a hickey when you can’t parade it around?” Brad bent down and buried his face in her neck—and started to suck.
    “Brad!” she said, laughing out loud as she swatted his back.
    “No?” he asked, licking and placing a conciliatory kiss on the spot he’d just sucked. “What about this?” Without warning, he put a nipple in his mouth and laved it with his tongue.
    She couldn’t help her gasp. Before she knew it, her fingers had raked his hair, and her thighs had parted in invitation, allowing Brad to settle himself in between. She wrapped her legs around him,