Baiting the Maid of Honor (Wedding Dare #2)(20)

“What are these bruises?” He looked into her eyes. “Who did this to you?” His urgent words confused her for a few seconds, then recognition dawned, followed quickly by mortification. She tried to sit up, but he put a hand on her belly to stay her. “Answer me.”

Her hands came up to hide her face. Of course. This would only happen to her. Two seconds from the most amazing sexual experience of her life, in a moonlit forest, with a man who embodied every woman’s darkest, most secret fantasy, and now she was being forced to reveal something she’d hoped to take with her to the grave. “Ms. Vaughn. She gave them to me. This is all her fault.”

Reed made an impatient noise when she didn’t continue. “I’m waiting.”

“Pole dancing,” she blurted. “They’re from pole dancing. Not on a stage, mind you. It’s a class at the gym, you see. I thought I’d signed up for cardio kickboxing, but when I walked in, I found sweet Ms. Vaughn, an honest, churchgoing woman if I ever met one, standing there next to a pole. Pretty as you please. She looked so excited that somebody actually showed up, I just couldn’t turn around and walk out. By the end of the hour, she’d signed me up for an eight-class package.” Julie peeked up at him through her fingers. “Now…I think I kind of like it,” she whispered.

For long moments, he only stared at her in disbelief. Then his big body began to shake with laughter. It sounded surprised at first, but it quickly turned pained.

“Just what are you laughing at, Reed Lawson?” She sat up and poked him in the chest. “I’m darned impressive on that thing. Last week I learned the Bendy Diva Dive. Do you know how difficult that is? You have to—”

“Stop. Stop right there.” He pressed a finger to her lips, then sighed over her still-disgruntled expression. “Baby, if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand you.”

Reed took her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss. Tongues met and savored. Lust, simmering and desperate, once again chased the anger from her body. He pulled back to speak against her parted lips. “The only thing you need to understand right now is the way my mouth makes you feel here.” Julie gasped as he penetrated her with two thick fingers, slid them in and out, pushing deeper each time. “You spent the whole night making everyone else happy. Now I’m going to use my tongue to reward you for it. Be selfish for a little while, pixie. God knows I’m selfish to get a taste.”

He gave her a gentle push and she fell back, moaning when his fingers began to stroke her faster. Julie closed her eyes and let sensation take over. When his middle finger crooked and rotated, finding that delicious spot inside her, her back arched on a cry. She felt the heat of his mouth between her thighs. He flicked her aching clitoris with his tongue, in perfect rhythm with his pumping fingers. Julie could feel her sex begin to clench, the heat within her rising to a boiling point. Reed’s fingers moved faster, in and out, urging her closer. Dangling over the edge, she felt him suck her clitoris into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and growling. His fingers pushed deep and held. Julie screamed as the orgasm rushed through her, legs and stomach shaking, but even then Reed refused to stop. Seemed as though he couldn’t stop.

“Again.” He dragged his tongue up her center, causing her already-sensitive flesh to contract and spasm. “Want more. Again.”

Julie’s limbs felt liquefied and the thought of lying back and letting Reed’s mouth work another blistering climax out of her sounded like absolute perfection. But her firmly ingrained need to please simply wouldn’t allow it. Before she’d consciously made the decision, she’d sat up and tugged his head from where he’d tucked it between her thighs. When his gaze met hers, he looked just as delirious with pleasure as she felt, but it couldn’t be possible. She’d done nothing for him, yet his erection, thick and heavy against her thigh, told her how badly he needed her to reciprocate.

She gave in to the temptation to lean forward and kiss his wet, muscular chest as her hand moved of its own accord to wrap him in her fist. The second she touched him, he let out a loud groan, hips driving forward to be stroked in her palm. “Squeeze it tight, baby. Show me how it’ll feel when I f*ck you between your legs.”

Julie whimpered, a new, intense throb forming low in her belly. The kind that could only be assuaged by one thing. “Why don’t you just find out right now?”

Reed growled. “That’s how it’s going to be.” He yanked her to the very end of the rock bed by her knees, then his hands slipped up her belly to palm her breasts. When he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, her thighs pressed together tightly in response. It felt like a snapping live wire ran directly from her breasts to her core. “You weren’t wearing a bra underneath your dress that first night. Every time you moved, they bounced a little. Just enough to be a hot f*cking tease. God, baby, it made my cock hard.”

Her breath rushed in and out past her lips. To know she’d turned him on, fully clothed in a room full of people, made her feel outrageously sexy. Something she wasn’t familiar with. People tended to view her as the one who ran the show. The tireless, unflappable one who dressed stylishly, yet sensibly. Oh boy, she liked this sense of desirability much, much better. It made her feel daring. Powerful. Combined with the near-darkness and unconventional setting, it also made her just a little crazy for more.