Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(15)
“Nobody’s going to think that.”
“Have you seen Tyler’s ass?” He buried his head in his hand and sighed dramatically. “I can’t compete with that. Not now that I realize everyone has come to judge us rather than to enjoy a time-honored tradition—not to mention a host bar—and wish the happy couple well.”
She whacked him on the knee, and he raised his head and grinned at her. The grin looked a little bit off-center and it occurred to her maybe he was feeling the champagne, too, and the late hour.
“All right.” An answering smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Point taken.” Was she especially smiley tonight? Maybe, but her facial muscles seemed to have a mind of their own. It took too much effort to control them, or her eyelids, which kept drifting down. “I didn’t say my self-consciousness came from a rational or logical place.” She paused to yawn, and belatedly remembered to cover her mouth, because, after all, she was trying to seduce the man, not bray at him like a donkey. “Deep down I understand the only important thing is Colt and Kady feeling the love from their friends and family on their big day.”
The lure of the pillows could no longer be ignored. Would he pick up on the invitation if she leaned back and made herself comfortable? Only one way to find out. She settled into the fluffy backstop. Okay, it might have been more of a flop, but being horizontal felt so good she snuggled deeper. Her eyelids drooped again. The rest of the room faded until all she could see was Logan, sitting there, smiling down at her like an unbelievably good dream. “People probably aren’t going to notice me at all. I should get over myself.”
You should get over him—all over him—right now. This is your chance, don’t blow it. She wouldn’t. She’d make her big move…in a second. Just as soon as she worked up the energy to open her eyes…
…
Sophie really wanted to get off the bike, but no matter which way she shifted, the seat seemed to be right there, lodged in an extremely personal place. Weird thing was, she didn’t even own a bicycle.
She squirmed, and a low, very male, very sleepy groan filled her ear. The noise cleared her dream-fogged mind quicker than the loudest alarm. She forced her eyes open and, for a few disorienting moments, stared at an unfamiliar nightstand, in an unfamiliar room, where an unfamiliar digital clock reflected 10:30 a.m. in rude red digits. Then memory flooded back. Beaver Creek, Colt’s pre-wedding wine-and-dine, too much champagne, and…Logan. A heavy arm flopped over her side and tightened, holding her against a wall of muscle pressed along every inch of her back and something hard and insistent poking her backside.
Sweet heaven, Logan McCade was asleep behind her—his deep, even breaths assured her he was still asleep—and, by all accounts, having a good dream. He scooted closer. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the enormity of the situation became even more apparent. A really good dream.
Bashful or no, she couldn’t shy away from this temptation. She held her breath, and then slowly, carefully, started to turn so she could look at him. He mumbled something and rolled onto his back, freeing her from the weight of his arm. Helpful.
She completed the turn and took a moment to inhale the morning “man” scent coming off his warm skin. Then she propped her head on her hand and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. Her fingers itched to trace the outline of his lips, to detour along his raspy jaw, over his chin, and down to the softer, smoother skin of his throat.
She lowered her eyes to see what came next, and momentarily lost her breath. His robe had come undone, and presented her with an uninterrupted view of every majestic inch of him. All the lines and planes of his chest, the rugged terrain of his abs, and the long, smooth, proudly jutting part of him that had prodded her right out of dreamland. She swallowed to try to ease the dryness in her throat. He was just so…perfect.
A wild, reckless voice in her head said, Go for it, and the next thing she knew, she was licking the shallow gully bisecting his chest. It led to the first horizontal cut of his abdomen, and then the next, and the next, like a thrilling little roller coaster. She knew she should stop, but her tongue had other ideas, and kept dragging her down, down, down his body.
Chapter Five
Logan smiled to himself and complimented the limbic system of his brain for treating him to best dream he’d had in ages. First Sophie had been rubbing her lusciously round backside over his lap, teasing his cock to attention. Now she was kissing and licking her way down his body, taking a quick detour around his navel, and then continuing on an unswerving mission to her final destination.
Sick and wrong of him to cast his best friend’s shy, adorable, strictly off-limits little sister in his X-rated dream, but hell, it was just a dream—a rules-free zone where there was no point denying the attraction that had lassoed him by the dick the second he’d seen her in those ass-hugging pants. Besides, dream Sophie wasn’t shy at all. At all, his dazed mind reiterated when she boldly went after the bull’s-eye.
He slid his fingers into her silky hair and sank deeper into the dream. Those soft, plush lips closed over him, and slowly descended his shaft, sucking him into the hot haven of her mouth. No point minding his manners in a dream. He fisted his hand in her hair and lifted his hips, thrusting deeper. And because it was a dream, she rewarded the ungentlemanly behavior by grabbing his ass with both hands and taking him deeper. Her little moan of pleasure vibrated along his throbbing cock, and he couldn’t resist groaning, “That’s so f*cking good.”