Baiting the Maid of Honor (Wedding Dare #2)(8)

“Aren’t you going to at least kiss me first?” No answer. “I’m not playing coy or anything, mind you…I just reckon, well, that it’s the decent, honest thing to do is all. Under the circumstances.”

He sighed loudly and she felt him rise to his feet. His larger frame crowded her against the door, fitting them together in a way that was blatantly indecent. She felt his arousal, thick at her belly. Her breasts flattened against his chest in a way that felt sinful and divine simultaneously. Warm breath puffed out against the top of her head.

“Kissed where?” His voice was a rough, almost inaudible whisper that bathed her in blistering heat. “Your mouth? Or the slick little * you’re hiding from me?”

Julie gasped loudly in the darkness, her entire world tilting on its axis. No one had ever dared to speak to her in such a crude manner. She opened her mouth to demand an apology when a loud sound echoing in the room brought her back to reality. She realized it was her own heavy, panting breath. No. No way. It couldn’t have turned her on. She couldn’t actually like his foul words. Could she? Her body hummed like a swarm of bees, the body she continued to press against him so very intimately. Begging for even more contact.

What are you going to do, Julie? Walk away when you’re finally feeling something with a man? When someone has finally succeeded in evoking an emotion other than mild interest?

“Both.” She swallowed hard, unable to keep the image of Reed at bay this time. His mouth. His tongue. She wanted them so bad it pained her. “Kiss me in both places.”

She felt a ripple of shock go through him, and her body answered it. With a loud groan, his mouth came down on hers, hard and punishing. He kissed her almost angrily, forcing her lips apart and sweeping his tongue inside in a way meant to provoke her. Incite her. Julie couldn’t get enough of his hard mouth moving like a brand over hers. She dug her fingers into the collar of his shirt and tugged him down as she pushed higher on her toes to meet him. They kissed furiously until breath ran scarce, pausing to draw air and bite at each other’s lips. Not one single coherent thought could be formed around the heat coursing through her, concentrated on the apex between her legs. She felt needy, out of control, hot. With a sound of frustration, she clutched his shoulders and hitched her legs up around his waist.

An animalistic sound tore from his throat as his hips notched firmly between her thighs. Julie opened her mouth to issue a demand for more pressure, but her backside slammed into the door with the force of his thrust before she could voice her need. She cried out into the encompassing darkness as he growled into her neck.

“More. More. More.”

“More what, baby?” His grated whisper sent electricity racing down her spine. “This?” He hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread her legs so wide Julie winced at the twinge of pain. Then he positioned the bulging length that pressed insistently behind his fly over her sensitive flesh and grinded her back against the door. Teeth sank into her shoulder as he drove himself against her over and over. Julie dimly registered the sounds of the door bumping and squeaking in its frame with each potent, demanding thrust. Pleasure, foreign and intense, spiraled through her system, rendering her incapable of anything but feeling. Taking what he’d correctly judged she needed. Her thighs tightened around his waist as she felt the dam inside of her giving way. She bit her lip and absorbed five more thrusts, his erection sliding with a mind-numbing friction over the sensitive part of her still shielded by silk underwear. Then she lost her grip on the present, sensations imploding within her like a ticking time bomb. She squeezed his hips between her legs and rode out her orgasm, his hands digging into the flesh of her bottom to help her get as close as humanly possible while her hips bucked.

His hard mouth worked over hers, swallowing her strangled cries, growling and thrusting his tongue deep with each of her frantic movements. When she came down from her climax, breath racing in and out past her lips, she heard his muffled whisper at her ear. “Oh baby, I could have come, just like this. With your f*ck-me thighs opened up wide for me on the door. Now?” He laughed darkly. “Nothing will satisfy me unless I taste all that heat first.”

As he levered her against the door with his body and began to strip off his shirt, a tingle of uncertainty raced over Julie’s skin, almost enough to blot out the unmistakable longing. She somehow battled the latter feeling and focused on his words. Since she’d entered the room, he hadn’t spoken above a whisper, but nothing he’d said so far had been reminiscent of the man she’d mingled with over cocktails an hour earlier, making polite small talk. Perhaps when a man this sexually intense became aroused, his voice altered slightly? She didn’t have the experience to know, but he was making it too easy for her to picture Reed in his place, when she shouldn’t be sparing him a thought. But she was. Couldn’t stop.

Julie wanted so badly for her theory to be true. That Logan became a different type of man in the dark. She didn’t want this to end. But her instincts sent her hands over his shoulders, exploring, testing. Had Logan been this big? Just beneath his shoulder blade, she felt it. A large, jagged scar. Not the kind of mark even a marginally competent surgeon would leave. Logan’s bare back had been featured in billboards for his sporting goods company…and he certainly had no scar.

“W-who are you?” No sooner had the words left her mouth than she knew. The hints and red flags she’d patently ignored flashed in front of her eyes like fireworks.