Page 64 of Tempting the Player
“Go ahead,” she said, but when he raised both brows, she rolled her eyes and made a sound of disgust. “Fine.”
When she spun around, he got an eyeful of the frustrated little twitch in her step and his lips split into a grin. Biting into the hard candy, he watched her stalk past him with the dress in hand, shooting him a dark look.
Of course, the moment he heard the soft click of the dressing room door, pictures of her stripping her clothes off filled his head. Images of her wiggling that ass out of those jeans and unhooking her bra, because that dress was strapless, teased him.
Chad shifted in the blitzed-out throne, feeling himself swell.
Twice now Bridget had stopped things right before the real fun could get started. Complicate things? As if the whole situation wasn’t already complicated as fuck. So why not just do what they both wanted? Because he knew she wanted him.
As he sat there, the stupidest shit popped into his head. Chad thought about his father. Now that was a man who had pretty much done whatever he wanted, when he wanted. Not that his father’s behavior was something to look up to. Hell, the way his father had behaved, as if the world was one giant playground built just for him, had fucked with all their heads. It was why Chase had stayed away from Maddie as long as he had and why Chandler was a controlling, obstinate fuck.
And it was why Chad acted like…well, like the world was his playground.
Fuck.
Sitting up straighter, he thought what a fucked-up place to have such a realization. He was sitting in a damn pink throne. And you’d think that would’ve changed what he was about to do, but it didn’t. He was pissed, confused, and horny. Not a good combination.
Chad stood up and tossed the ladies up front a grin and a wink. “I’m going to help her zip her dress.”
One of them giggled. “You do that.”
Swaggering back down the hall, he knocked on the door and then immediately opened it. The curve of a pale back greeted him. There was a freckle right beside her spine.
Yeah, he was going to get up close and personal with that freckle.
Bridget gasped and jerked around, clutching the front of the green dress to her breasts. Her eyes widened when she saw him. “What are you doing?”
“Remember when I said I was being a good boy? Well, now I’m being naughty.”
“Chad!” Her voice came out in a hushed whisper. “We’re in a dressing room. There are people right out the—”
“I don’t care.” He caught her arms, totally not missing the flare of heat in her eyes. Oh, baby, Bridget had a naughty girl in her. “There is something I need to do.”
Bridget opened her mouth, probably to ask a shit ton worth of questions, because that woman was inquisitive as hell, but he silenced her words with his mouth. Kissing her, he didn’t hold back. He claimed her, forcing her lips open, and just when her body started to tremble, he pulled back and flipped her around, so that her back was against his front.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, but her voice was husky and betrayed her needs.
He slid the material down her hips, letting it pool around her ankles. Then he kissed that freckle and when he licked it, her back arched. He straightened, dragging his hands up her sides. He could see her in the mirror, the rosy tips of her breasts pebbled, begging for him.
Who was he to deny her?
Chad cupped her breasts in both hands from behind and lowered his head, his breath stirring the tiny strands of red hair. “I like the dress.”
Bridget’s eyes were only half open. “You didn’t even see me in it.”
“I saw enough to know you’d look good out of the dress.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, causing her to jerk. “So, yeah, I like the dress.”
Her breath was coming out in short rasps. “Chad, we need to stop this. This isn’t—”
She’d grabbed at his hands, but he easily caught her wrists in one hand. Holding them captured under her breasts, he placed a kiss against her thundering pulse. “This isn’t what? Something that you want? Bullshit. You want it.”
A shudder rocked her body, and her lashes lowered completely, fanning her flushed cheeks. Chad smiled against her exposed neck as he slid his free hand down her belly, loving the softness of her skin. When his fingers reached the band on her panties, she tried to pull her hands free.
“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere.” He kissed the spot below her ear and was rewarded with a shiver. “We’re going to do this right now.”
In the mirror, he could see her teeth clamped down on her plump lower lip and he knew he had her. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. “I want you to watch me.”
Bridget’s lashes lifted.
