Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(72)
His hips push against me and for the first time tonight, I meet his stare. My lips part at how softly he’s looking at me, like he wasn’t just eye-fucking me a second ago. It brings a chill to my skin, and I shiver against his chest. If there wasn’t a familiar hardness pressing against my stomach, I would have assumed that I imagined the past few minutes.
“Maybe we don’t have to go to this wedding after all.” His words are gruff, raspy and thick with need. My eyes widen briefly before I smile, cheeks stained pink.
“Would you prefer that I change?”
I hear a low chuckle and warm breath fans my face as he moves closer until short beard hairs scratch the underside of my jaw. One hand moves from the door frame to settle on my hip, the heat from his palm soaking through my dress, warming my skin.
I suck in a breath, my eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks when he rubs his nose against the beating skin of my neck, nipping at it gently before darting his tongue to the sore skin, lapping at it with a groan that falls between my legs. He backs away too soon, and a finger is placed under my chin, tilting it upward until our eyes meet again.
Braden softly mumbles his next words as if he isn’t sure of them. As if he doesn’t understand them himself. “The dress is perfect. You look perfect.”
I find myself lost in the way he looks at me—like I’m his. Like he’d tear apart anyone who tried to come between us. My heart swells to ten times its size and calls out to him, desperate for more of his attention.
And just like that, both of his hands touch me, one palming my hip, burning a hole through my dress while the other plays with the thin strap on my shoulder, his thumb slipping beneath it and rubbing slow circles into my skin. He licks his bottom lip and tilts his head to the side. “I just don’t know if I want anybody else to see you like this. I want this to be for me and only me.”
“It is all for you.” My breath catches in my throat when his hand moves up my side, cupping the side of my breast and squeezing. “Thank you. For the compliment. I wish I would have known that you had a blue suit because I would have gotten a blue dress. But I guess a dress is a dress, right?” My cheeks flame with embarrassment, nerves sizzling under my skin.
“Relax,” Braden sighs, the simple word skipping across my mouth. He’s right there, so close that I can taste the bubblegum he must have chewed on the way here. My nipples harden and push through the tight material of my dress. I arch my back so they brush his chest, whimpering from the contact when they do, but needing more.
Braden shifts the hand massaging the side of my breast to grip the full weight of it. “Tell me, baby. Did you skip the bra on purpose? Were you hoping that I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of your perfect tits?” He squeezes the heavy breast in his hand before dragging his thumb across the nipple. “That I would have to have a taste before I paraded you around, letting other men see how fucking amazing you look in this dress?”
My knees threaten to buckle, his words like a zap to my swollen clit. I open my mouth but no words come out. I try again, but cry out immediately when the top of my dress is yanked down and my nipple is sucked between Braden’s lips. His tongue moves in slow, teasing strokes before flicking at it. He feasts on the sobs that follow every strong suck, and groans in approval when I wind my fingers in his hair, pulling every time his teeth brush the sensitive tip.
His mouth leaves my skin with a pop and I gasp at the sudden coldness that envelopes my wet breast. “We can go inside,” I mutter, almost adding a please before I think better of it.
The grin that spreads across his face is evil, maniacal even. “No, my little fighter. From now until the end of the night, I’m going to be a perfect gentleman, and you’re going to keep those soaked panties on so that you remember exactly who you’re coming home with tonight. I can’t have you forgetting who it was that made that pussy so wet, now can I?” He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth and winks.
I blink twice, wishing that I was more angry with this show of possession that I really am. But no. Instead, my panties only become more damp, causing them to stick to the slick flesh beneath them.
Pushing up on my toes, I grab his jacket by the lapels and gently press my lips to his. He responds quickly, like I knew he would, but only with a light caress of his mouth, nothing more. A sigh escapes me at the sudden change in tempo. I pull him closer, just needing to feel his body against mine, and grin into the kiss when he does the same, palming my cheeks in those big hands, making me feel dainty and small.
If only he knew just how much of me he really did hold in his hands, all of it so easily breakable.
We break apart after a few more seconds, my breath escaping in one big puff while he simply laughs, eyes bright and sparkling with mischief. “My, my, Sierra. Are you trying to trick me into breaking my own rules and having my way with you in this hallway? Who knew you were so naughty.”
“You say it as if it’s a bad thing,” I tease, dropping my hands with a step backward.
“It couldn’t be farther from a bad thing, sweetheart,” he says while I grab my clutch from inside and lock the door. When I return, Braden extends his elbow towards me and I take it, letting him guide us outside and into his car.
It’s not exactly a horse drawn carriage, and I’m not wearing glass slippers or a dress made just for me by my fairy Godmother, but the man on my arm could very well be my Prince Charming.