Baiting the Maid of Honor (Wedding Dare #2)(30)

“Come closer, baby. Need you closer. Now, pixie.”

The desire in his voice tore at her own, sending it clamoring through her system. She needed to be closer, to touch, just as badly as he needed it. Still facing away from him, she gripped his knees and lowered her bottom onto his lap, gasping at the hardness she encountered. She switched her hips from a circular motion to a gentle front-to-back tease that allowed her to ride his length base to tip. “You like that, sugar?” she whispered, barely audible among the bass-heavy music.

He released a strangled growl against her neck. “Enough teasing. Sit down all the way and work my cock with your beautiful ass. No more games.”

Julie closed her eyes and released a shaky breath. This had started as her seduction, but she was quickly being driven crazy by the man beneath her. Reed might not be touching her with his hands, but his body radiated heat, promise, need. In electrifying waves. And Julie was quickly going under.

“Like this?” She leaned back on his chest and draped her legs over his strong thighs. Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she gave him a view down her body as she undulated on his lap, his erection wedged snugly against her bottom, pulsing, lengthening. Ever so slightly, his hips pumped in a rolling, upward motion, stealing her sanity.

“Call me sugar again.”

“Like this, sugar?”

“Yes, sexy girl. Just like that.” He bit into her shoulder, thrusting up hard at the same time. “Feel that? Feel what you did?”

“Yes.” She moaned. “I feel it.”

“You want it?”

She nodded frantically.

“I’m warning you right now, it’s going to be a rough ride. If you’re not ready for it yet, I’ll put you on your knees for a while to take my edge off.”

Julie’s heart pounded so loud, it felt like it might exit her chest. His words were pushing her past her breaking point. Words that should offend her, alarm her. Instead, she only wanted more. She wanted Reed’s brand of rough. Wanted to be the object of his lust, his reason for losing control.

When she slipped a hand underneath the waistband of her panties, his breathing grew even more labored. She found the bundle of nerves, aching for his touch, and circled her middle finger around it once. “I don’t want your edge off. I don’t want to be treated like a lady.” She tipped her head to the side, whimpering as his lips licked and sucked at her neck. “I want you to deliver on all the promises you’ve made. I want everything you’ve got.”

At once, he surged out of the chair with a growl, carrying her with him. He pushed her down over a smooth cedar bureau, bent over with her hips in the air, and yanked the panties down her legs. Julie looked at her reflection in the attached mirror, amazed at the woman staring back at her. She looked drugged, desperate, out of control. Such a departure from her usual unruffled composure. Behind her, Reed’s features were drawn together tightly as he ripped open a condom wrapper and rolled it down his thick length with jerky movements.

With one powerful drive, Reed finally entered her. The pressure was so great, so delicious, that Julie bit her lip and screamed, hands scrambling for purchase on the wood bureau top. Through partially blind eyes, she looked up at Reed’s reflection to find an expression of undiluted pleasure on his face. But it quickly transformed into a need for more, as he wrapped her hair around his fist and jerked it back.

“You will never dance like that again. You will never hike your skirt up again. Never.” He pulled out slightly, then thrust back into her hard. “Not unless it’s for me. Is that understood?”

Julie cried out. “Yes.”

“Not good enough.” He hooked his arm under her left knee and yanked it waist-level, grunting in satisfaction as his hips pumped, driving deeper with each upward push. The position made her arch her back in a way that put him right where she needed him, every thrust finding its mark. “Say, ‘Yes, Reed, I understand. I’ll be a good girl from now on.’”

When she didn’t answer fast enough, he bit her shoulder in warning. “I’ll be a good girl,” she half sobbed, half whispered.

He dropped his head forward on a groan and increased his pace, pinning Julie’s hips to the hard surface, forcing her to receive his rigid arousal over and over, until her legs began to quake, her skin started to prickle with the oncoming orgasm.

“You’re starting to tighten up on me, baby. Do you want my fingers to massage you between your legs?”

“God, yes. Please.”

“No.”

Their gazes connected in the mirror. Hers frantic, questioning. His, unreadable. “That first night, I told you, no touching yourself. Not even with your right hand. You broke the rule during your little dance. You can’t have my fingers.”

“Reed.”

His dark laughter grazed her neck. “I’ll make an exception. If you accept a different punishment later, I’ll rub your hot little clit right now.”

“Fine…just…oh, please.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

The arm beneath her knee tightened and yanked her leg even higher, propping it on the bureau. Leaving her provocatively exposed in a way that stole oxygen from her lungs. His thrusts became longer, more measured as he reached around to slide two fingers on either side of her clitoris. He pinched it lightly between his knuckles and squeezed, before giving her what she needed. The pads of his middle and ring finger petted her delicately at first, then faster and with more pressure. Julie could only shut her eyes and accept the tumult of sensations as they began lashing mercilessly at her body. His erection moved, thick and unyielding, inside of her, Reed pounding out his own need while lengthening her powerful climax. Shattering every notion she’d ever had about intimacy.