Chapter 42

Before Sara could gather her fractured thoughts and steady her breathing he lowered his head and his mouth closed over her nipple. She let out a long moan somewhere between torture and heaven as he drew it into the hot cavern of his mouth and suckled.

This felt so right—as if they had been transported back in time.

A tiny sliver of rationality seeped into Sara's head and woke her from her sensual trance. She became aware of the fact that she was pinned against the wall, and she was making out hotly with the best man at her brother's reception! She struggled to get herself together, battling a fierce desire to just give in.

"No…no, Simon. Stop." Her hands were on his arms, pushing him back. "You can't make love to me here,"

After a long moment he lifted his head, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, but he didn't let go of her. Sara knew she wasn’t much more composed. She dropped her hands.

"I wasn't going to make love to you," He said, his