A Very Merry Bromance (Bromance Book Club #5) (60)

His nostrils flared. “Go to the bed and remove everything but your panties.”

Gretchen covered her ears, backing up. “Do not call them panties.”

“What the fuck else should I call them?” He advanced toward her, backing her toward the bedroom.

“I don’t know. Undies or something. I hate the word panties.”

“Whatever the hell you call them. Take off everything but those.”

“Why not those?”

“Because I said so, dammit.”

Oh, yes. She remembered suddenly that he swore when he was turned on. He’d done it that night after the wedding too. When she kissed him in the elevator, he whispered a reverent Fuck before backing her against the mirrored wall and turning her into a hussy. Knowing she could do that to him—turn this easygoing charmer into a groaning, swearing, desperate dom—was enough to make her womb clench.

They reached the bedroom, and he kissed her again as he maneuvered her toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, his hands cupped her ass and squeezed, lifting her higher against his erection. She ground against him until a ragged exhale shook free from his throat.

“Clothes,” he panted, stepping away and pointing. Then he turned around and made a beeline for his attached bathroom.

“Where are you going?” She lifted her blouse over her head because it was easier than trying to undo all the buttons.

“To get things we need.”

“What the heck do we need?” Her jeans got caught on her ankles, and she had to kick them twice.

“Condoms, for starters.”

“Yeah, but what else?” Her bra joined the blouse on the floor, and her nipples puckered in the air. The need to be touched was so strong, so overpowering, that she did it herself.

“I don’t know, dammit. Just the condoms. I’m a little frazzled, okay?”

Oh, how she liked him frazzled. She pinched her nipples harder.

He returned from the bathroom, saw her touching herself, and stumbled to a rough stop. His mouth dropped open.

She tugged on her nipples. “I got impatient.”

Colton dragged a hand along his jaw, swallowed hard, cleared his throat. “Keep doing that.”

She twirled them between her fingers. “This?”

His nod was more a tremor, an uncontrolled jerk. Gretchen did it again and, oh shit, she was turning herself on. Or maybe it was the way he watched. She moaned slightly and tilted her head back.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

He tossed the box of condoms on the bed and then dropped to his knees in front of her, and now she understood why he wanted her to keep her panties—undies—on. So he could torture her. He gripped her hips and tugged her toward his mouth. He started with his lips, brushing a gentle kiss atop her belly button. And then he switched to tongue, licking a slow path along the thin elastic top that stood between his touch and her pleasure. Then came the teeth. He bit the elastic, gave it a tug, and let it snap back.

“Just do it,” she moaned.

“Do what?” The words vibrated against her skin, teasing and tickling her.

“Touch me, dammit.” At this point, she wasn’t above begging. She’d bark like a dog if that’s what it would take for him to put that tongue to work on her. Just thinking about it made another moan emerge.

He hooked his fingers into the stretchy silk and began to drag it. Inch by inch. Kissing her exposed skin as he moved down, down, down. And then finally, oh God, finally, she was bare to him. She kicked her undies free from her legs and sucked in a breath as he leaned forward to place gentle, barely there kisses atop her throbbing center. Just enough pressure to drive her crazy but not enough to satisfy.

He paused in between each kiss to torture her another way. With dirty little directives. “Spread your legs.”

She obeyed and was rewarded with the slide of his finger inside her.

“Pinch your nipples for me.” She looked down to find him gazing up at her from beneath heavy lids. She did as ordered and earned the flick of his tongue.

“Colton,” she moaned.

“Hmmm?” He hummed the word against her labia.

“Shut up and make me come.”

He laughed in a raspy wheeze, dug his fingers into her hips, and finally dove in with the vigor she needed. He parted her with fingers and tongue, found her clit like the master excavator that he was, and sent her clear to space.

Maybe she should’ve felt sheepish about how quickly the tension built, how hard she gripped his hair, or how vigorously she pumped her hips against his mouth. But there was no time for anything other than to throw her head back and cry out with the shock of her orgasm.

If she hadn’t been near the bed, she would’ve collapsed to the floor. Instead, she fell back onto the mattress. He never let her go. His hands slid down her body and gripped her hips and pulled her forward to his mouth again to coax every last tremor from her body. It didn’t seem possible that she could have anything left in her, but when he began to suck, she arched her back again and let go with another cry.

As she returned to herself, she was peripherally aware of the sound of fabric and skin, the soft whoosh as he shed his clothes, and then the dip of the mattress next to her. Her eyes fluttered open as she rolled her head and found him propped up on one elbow, gazing down at her with a tender smile.