Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(38)
Quick fingers latched onto the zipper at the back of her dress and tugged it down. “Who did you think of when you zipped yourself into this cock-tease of a dress?” Another tug sent the dress pooling at her feet.
Logan sucked in a breath. “Jesus, look at you,” he muttered, then grabbed her hips and hauled her up until their faces were level.
Braced between his unyielding body and the equally unyielding door, she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Trembles started somewhere in the vicinity of her knees and worked their way up—another involuntary physical reaction to all the temper and desire swirling inside her.
“Who’d you fantasize about when you picked out this lingerie?” He ran his finger along the lacy edge of one bra cup. Using his other hand, he toyed with the back clasp. “Who’d you visualize peeling it off? Unwrapping you like a gift…me?”
“No,” she lied.
“That’s too bad”—he abandoned the clasp—“since I’m the one who’s going to have the pleasure.” Then he lowered his head and used his tongue to tease her nipple into a tight point through the silk. “This bra hides nothing. Who’d you put it on for? Who were you imagining having these breasts pressed up against?” He scraped his teeth over the now-firm peak.
She couldn’t hold back a gasp, nor stop her fingers from spearing into his hair. But the gasp turned into a moan when he lifted her breasts until her nipples popped free of the cups. “Nobody. Don’t—”
Logan ignored her, and proceeded to torture her breasts. He licked. He bit. He used merciless suction to take each nipple deep into his mouth, sending a bolt of heat straight to her core. Then he raised his head and looked at what he’d done to her.
“The only chest you’re going to be pressed up against is mine.” So saying, he leaned in until his starched dress shirt scraped across her nipples. She sucked in a breath, barely managing not to beg out loud.
Her body pleaded with him in other ways. Her hips lifted and rocked, striving to use the ridge of his erection to alleviate the uncomfortable tension building inside her.
“No cheating.” He stepped back so her legs fell from his waist… She squeaked and clung to his shoulders to avoid falling to a heap at his feet, but he didn’t allow that to happen. He kept his hands at her waist and eased her down the door until her feet made contact with the floor. As soon as they did, he knelt before her and draped her leg over his shoulder. She stood there, propped against the door, balanced precariously on one high heel to try to stay upright.
She flattened her palms against the smooth wood. What she’d thought was too much before now became unbearable. Her heart pounded in her chest and an echoing pulse beat insistently between her thighs.
His lips brushed her navel. He pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to the ticklish skin just above her panties, and then scraped his teeth along her quivering inner thigh. Her muscles gave out and, next thing she knew, both legs were draped over his shoulders, his big hands cradling her butt. “Who was going to make your knees so weak you couldn’t stand anymore?”
She tried to squirm away but he tightened his grip and held her still. With the tip of his tongue he traced one seam of her panties all the way to where it disappeared between her legs. “Who’d you envision doing this?”
She bit her lip to keep from confessing anything, but couldn’t hold back a low, edgy groan. Nor could she stop herself from bowing her back, lifting her hips and offering herself up to him. She ought to have been mortified by her behavior, but decency was losing a battle with desperation. She needed that mouth, and it hovered maddeningly close.
His tongue darted out and laved her through the thin silk. Her stomach muscles coiled painfully tight. She cried out and jerked away as if he’d branded her. But then the burn subsided, to be replaced by a low, persistent, unspeakably addictive heat, and she came rushing back for more.
He wouldn’t give her more. Instead he held her there, shaking and twitching and senseless with longing. “Are you suffering?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Who’d you dress up for, Sophie? Say my name and I’ll take the ache away.”
Oh, God, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Pride…anger…everything inside her crumbled beneath the weight of her need. “Please, Logan.”
He tore the flimsy excuse for underwear away, leaving her completely exposed. “Tell me,” he ordered and lowered his head, as though fully expecting her to comply. His hair tickled the inside of her thigh. His breath feathered over her center and her pelvic muscles contracted again, seeking relief. She closed her eyes and whimpered.
“That’s a very nice reply, but not the right answer.”
Her whimper gave way to a shocked cry when he lifted her hips and sank his teeth into the tender, swollen flesh protecting her entrance.
“You,” she screamed, and pounded the door with her fist as he used his tongue to drag her up and over the first jagged peak. Before she could catch her breath and beg for mercy, he drove her up again. His mouth plundered, ravaged, and sent her tumbling headlong into a place she’d only dreamed about—before Logan.
…
Sophie’s bucking and squirming and praying to God were gratifyingly unrestrained, but left Logan with the self-imposed obligation to bring her back down slow and easy. He held tight and kept his mouth on her, kissing her as intimately as she could stand, then gradually gentling the pressure and slowing the sweep of his tongue as her orgasm receded, leaving her limp and panting. He kissed her softly one last time while he slipped her shoes off. Then he eased her legs off his shoulders, gathered her up in his arms, and carried her to the bed. If he’d needed any assurances as to whom she wanted, the last few minutes had given him plenty. Now it was his turn.