Baiting the Maid of Honor (Wedding Dare #2)(19)

“Something funny?”

With a sigh, Julie slowly shook her head. Her nervous energy had completely fled, she realized. She felt…good, safe, being here with Reed. Unfortunately, by taking sex off the table, he’d only presented her with a challenge. She’d never been able to resist a challenge. And first impressions aside, she wanted him. It wouldn’t go away until she did something about it. Prying her hands from her elbows, Julie reached for the hem of her dress. Heck, she was from the South. She’d gone skinny-dipping before. Seen all ten of her male cousins naked as you please every summer until they all hit puberty one by one. This was an entirely different situation, however. The man watching her with a predatory gleam in his eye, looking so at home surrounded by nature it could be his natural habitat, wasn’t interested in playing Marco Polo.

You made it this far, Julie. Hop to. He’s already seen your butt and he seemed to like it just fine. And if you have to get naked in front of a man, this is the best lighting you could ever hope for. Strip.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she tugged her dress over her head and kicked off her sandals, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“What the hell are you doing?” His raw, slightly startled tone thrilled her, heated her further. She’d surprised him. Good.

When her hands went to unhook her bra at the back, she thought she heard him groan but wouldn’t allow herself any hesitation to find out. The panties came next, tossed onto the pile with the rest of her clothes.

As Julie waded into the water, she cast what she hoped was a sultry look over her shoulder. “Are you going to stand there and look all night?” Strategically, she bit her lip, ran her hands over her hips. “Or are you going to come in here and make yourself useful?”

She sank into the divinely warm water and closed her eyes, focusing on the gentle breeze and night sounds, hoping to take her mind off the possibility that Reed wouldn’t take her not-so-subtle bait. A moment later, when she heard his pants and belt hit the ground, she turned away so he wouldn’t see her victorious grin, but she couldn’t resist looking back to see him in the nude.

Really, it was only fair after she’d given him a close-up of her birthday suit.

Moonlight spilled over his muscular stomach and thighs, so sleek and toned she could do nothing but shake her head as he entered the spring. His long, thick erection demanded her attention next, had her catching her breath on a shudder. She felt a brief resurgence of nerves, but pushed them aside. Her choice. She’d initiated this. Determinedly, she dragged her gaze up his impressive chest to meet hard, lust-filled eyes.

“I don’t say anything without a reason.” Submerged now past his waist, he stalked her. “Once my mind has been made up, it doesn’t change.”

His hypnotic voice vibrated inside her, his deliberate movements battering her with their sensuality. With a mental shake, she tried to focus on his words. When he moved within reaching distance, she inhaled deeply for courage and rose to her full height, causing water to course down her breasts and belly. She ran her hands over his chest and let their damp bodies meet, looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Aren’t you even going to let me try?”

His head dipped toward hers, and he nipped at her bottom lip with a growl. “No. Enough questioning. We both take some relief tonight, but not all of it.” A rough hand smoothed over her bottom, gave it a light slap. “You’ll know the difference when I f*ck you.”

Reed’s mouth descended on hers. His fists tangled in her hair and angled her head so he could kiss her hard, tongue sweeping in to claim absolute possession. Julie clung to his wide, slippery shoulders and lost herself in the kiss, moaning as heat slammed through her in pounding waves. She’d been frantic for the taste of him without even realizing just how much. Now, she made up for the achy, restless feeling she’d been cursed with all day and took, took, took. He growled when her fingers slid up into his hair and tugged, her body pressing flush against his simultaneously. Reed fit his hips against the notch between her thighs and surged up, creating a wave around them. With each strategic push, Julie’s throaty cries echoed through the night.

“Do you hurt between your legs, baby?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, writhing on his lap, frustrated by the water hindering her movements. “Reed, please don’t make me wait. It hurts so badly.”

“Who made it hurt?”

“You know you did,” she whispered.

“Ask me.” He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “Ask me to take away the pain.”

Julie groaned. “Take it away.” Before the words fully left her mouth, Reed lifted her out of the water, her bare bottom slapping down onto the edge of the smooth rock bed surrounding the spring. His hands gripped her knees and pushed them wide, shoulders wedging between her legs to keep them open as he licked his way up the inside of her thighs.

“You’re only getting tongue tonight, pixie,” he rasped, his breath heating her damp skin. “Your * is going to have to wait a little longer to be filled.”

“No,” she moaned, even as she mentally begged for his mouth to make contact. Anything. She just needed something to ease the rapidly growing need. When seconds passed and Reed still didn’t follow through on his sensual threat, Julie realized he’d stopped kissing her completely. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her thighs, helpless anger blanketing his features.