Seducing the Bridesmaid (Wedding Dare, #3)(8)

For a second she thought he was pissed because she’d come first, but then she looked up and saw the expression on his face. Holy shit. He wanted to be the one making her come. The answering heat that rose in her at the realization stoked her desire higher than she thought possible. If she let him, he’d make her come again. Hell, he’d probably wring as many orgasms from her as he could, until she was boneless from pleasure and completely incapable of walking away.

Physically or otherwise.

He might be hotter than the devil, but no one was hot enough to make her lose herself. She couldn’t afford it.

She dredged up a grin as she reached behind her for the box of condoms. Regan tore one free and rolled it onto his cock, squeezing him again for good measure. While he was busy groaning, she stood and slid off her panties.

Brock cursed again. “You couldn’t have even one imperfection, could you?”

“Imperfection? Someone’s using his Word of the Day app.”

“Gotta in order to keep up with fancy pants like you.” His dark eyes burned into her. Before she could process his intentions, he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him. The feeling of those big hands on her skin had her biting back the need to beg him to keep touching her until she forgot all the reasons why this was a terrible idea.

She went rigid. Regan did a lot of things but she never, ever begged.

He coasted one hand up her spine to cup the back of her neck. “Kiss me, darlin’.”

She wanted to. God, she wanted to. His lips were a breath away, and too tempting by half. She could almost feel them on her skin…

“No.” If she let him kiss her, she’d lose what little control she had left. It might be very Pretty Woman of her, but she didn’t believe in kissing her flings. It was too personal, opening up too many vulnerabilities he didn’t have a right to. She grabbed his wrists and moved his hands off her body. If one touch could make her forget herself… She couldn’t risk it happening again. “Keep your hands to yourself and stick to the plan, Scarlett. Otherwise, I walk.”

Something she needed to forcibly remind herself—this man had no place in her life plans.





Chapter Three


Brock couldn’t decide if he was pissed or too turned on to care. Regan hadn’t molded to any of his initial expectations, taking charge as soon as they got to his room instead of letting him get his hands on her. Looking back, he should have seen it coming from how she’d turned the tables on him at the bar, but it was too late to worry about it now that she had a hold of his wrists and that strange look on her face. Because she would leave if he touched her again. She was too damn stubborn not to follow through on that threat.

The way her hands shook told all he needed to know. He wasn’t getting that kiss—not now. But the thought of doing it affected her more than the orgasm she’d just stolen from him. She wanted that kiss—probably as desperately as he did. She just wouldn’t allow either of them to have it.

Brock vowed right then and there that he’d get his lips on hers and her at his mercy before Colton and his woman said “I do” this weekend.

“Now, behave yourself, Scarlett, and I’ll give you a treat.”

“Darlin’, I never behave myself.”

She trailed her hands back up to his shoulders. “I’m counting on it.” As he strained not to touch her and break his word—again—she reached between them and pressed his cock to her entrance. “See, this isn’t so bad.”

He met her gaze as she sank onto his length, her wet sheath wrapping around him until it was everything he could do to keep his eyes open. She sighed, the sound so sweet he nearly did a double take.

She began to move, sliding torturously slowly up his cock and back down again. On every downstroke, that sound came out of her mouth, the one that made him want to wrap his arms around her and never let go.

Shit, what the hell was wrong with him?

She gripped his shoulders, using the leverage to move more frantically. Her breasts caught and held his attention, the way they bounced, the bronze skin topped by dusky nipples that practically begged for his mouth. He leaned forward to answer that silent plea, but she maneuvered out of the way. “Nope.”

Motherf*cker. He was beginning to feel like a conveniently warm blow-up doll. “If you’re not going to let me touch you, what the hell are you here for?”

“This.” She reached behind her with one hand and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly. The pressure nearly sent him to the moon. It was only made worse by the way she shuddered, her eyes closed and pure bliss on her face.

She squeezed him one more time, and he lost it, moving his hips as much as he could, pumping into her as his orgasm rocked through him. He had to close his eyes from the sheer intensity of it, though he opened them again almost immediately. He didn’t want to miss a second of this.

Regan kneaded his shoulders, a little laugh escaping. “That was fun.”

Fun? Fun? Brock shook his head and blinked a few times. As soon as he could move his legs again, he was going to show her exactly who had control of this situation.

After a long moment, she straightened and climbed off him. He tried not to be moved by the perfection of her body, but he was only human and he’d bet she spent a lot of time working for it. She turned around to grab her skirt and shirt, her rounded ass making him want to take a bite. Yeah, this was a woman familiar with Spin class.