Baiting the Maid of Honor (Wedding Dare #2)(29)

Now or never, Julie.

Doing her best to look confident, she grabbed an armless desk chair, pulling it to the base of the bed. With a toss of her hair, she indicated for him to sit. Now shirtless, he dropped into the chair and stretched out his long legs in front of him without breaking eye contact. Hair tousled from pulling his undershirt over his head, tattoos and scars spreading across his muscled chest and abdomen, he looked criminally sexy, but the rapid pulse at his neck gave him away. He was just as affected as she was. That telltale sign shot her full of confidence, making her feel hot, desirable.

“Are you sure you want this?” Julie asked him. She pressed a button on the clock radio, stopping when she landed on a station playing what sounded like tribal music. At once, her pulse beat faster in time with the drums. Excitement swirled in her belly. “Once I start, I’m not going to stop until you can’t take anymore.”

Reed’s mouth parted in surprise, but he hid the reaction quickly. “I can more than handle a lap dance, baby. What I can’t handle is waiting. Get started.”

Julie’s lips spread into a slow smile as she sauntered forward, stopping between his outstretched legs. Supporting herself on his shoulders, she bent forward slowly to speak right next to his ear. “No touching.”

“I know the rules.”

“Maybe. Doesn’t mean you won’t try to break them.”

“Why are your clothes still on?”

She bit his earlobe and tugged. “So impatient.”

Reed hissed a breath. “If you only knew the things I want to do to you, pixie, you’d already be underneath me with your legs in the air, screaming loud enough to shatter glass.”

“All in good time,” she countered, straightening once more. One deep breath for courage and she started to move. She released her hair from its ponytail and shook it out, combing her fingers through it slowly in a way she knew made her breasts strain against her tank top. Anticipation laced with excitement made her nipples pebble. She watched Reed’s chest rise and fall faster as he noticed. Wanting to keep his eyes there, she ran her hands down slowly over the swells of her breasts, giving them a light squeeze that had him shifting in the chair.

“Let me see them. Let me see where I’ve been.”

Ducking her head and looking at him through her eyelashes, she let her hips begin to sway, drawing his attention away from her chest. Her hands smoothed down over her thighs, lingering at the vee between her legs, before sliding back up to the hem of her shirt. Inch by inch, she lifted it, revealing her naked breasts. She tossed the garment at Reed. He caught it in midair and threw it across the room without looking away from her once.

“Jesus. I only got to see them in the dark last night…your breasts were made for sucking on, Julie.” He leaned back in the chair, stroked his fly with the heel of his hand. “When I used my mouth on you, I could taste how much you wanted to have me between those breasts. Tasted sweet as f*ck.”

His words startling a moan from her throat, Julie’s hands rose of their own accord to circle her thumbs around her nipples. She continued the smooth figure-eight motions of her hips, the combined movements causing fire to lick over her skin. Seeing Reed looking so incredibly turned on triggered answering sensations throughout her body. Flames that she needed him to extinguish. Just not yet. Not until the entire fantasy played out. Not until she drove him past his breaking point.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she danced just close enough that the tips of her breasts swayed in front of his parted mouth with her every sensual movement. Reed’s guttural groan bathed her nipples in heat. Heat that shot straight to her core, making her muscles contract and release. Making her damp and achy. Reed’s hands rose as if to fondle her breasts, but she shook her head in reproach and moved away slightly as punishment.

“Know what I think, baby? You love making my cock hard. You’ve been living for it since that first night.” He leaned forward slightly, gaze riveted on her chest. “I’ve been living for it, too. I’ve been stroking myself off to the memory of how you looked at me on that patio. Like you were a little nervous and a lot turned on. Did you go back to your seat in the fancy restaurant and cross your legs tighter than before? Were you planning on going back to your room later that night and imagining the big bad man touching your *?”

“Yes.”

Yearning, dizzyingly potent, rocketed through Julie, so swift she feared her knees might buckle. She turned slowly, so he couldn’t see how much his uncensored speech affected her. Increasing the pace of her hips, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down just enough that he could see the top of her silky teal-colored thong. The performance, her secret fantasy come to life, emboldened her. Made her want to shock him back. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked at him through hooded eyes. “If I had pleasured myself that night, Reed, you wouldn’t have been touching me with your hand. In my fantasy, you would have been deep, deep inside of me. Telling me what a bad thing I’d done.”

“What bad thing did you do, baby?” His voice sounded raw.

“When you showed up at the party, I might have gone to the bathroom and…hiked my skirt up a little higher for you. I knew you’d be watching me.”

“Sweet f*cking hell.”

Julie let her skirt drop, leaving her in nothing but the minuscule panties. Reed’s loud groan caused any lingering self-consciousness to fade as Julie arched her back, bent her knees and ground her hips as low as she could go toward the ground. He let out a string of curses as she rose gradually, dancing erotically to the pounding beat of the music.