Page 151 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“You should,” I say as I press another kiss to his lips, this time, I linger a touch longer. When I pull away, I hear him sigh. “I like that,” I say.
“Like what?” he asks.
“That you sigh after I kiss you, like you’re so full of relief.”
“I am,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. “I’ve wanted this for so goddamn long.”
“Then why give me so much trouble at the beginning of this vacation? We were sharing a bed—you could have started this earlier.”
“Uh, do you not recall your vehement installation of rule number one? You were like a headmistress, slapping down the ruler, ready to punish me—and not in a good way—if my toe crossed the line in the middle of the night.” His hands slide up my side and his thumbs press against the underside of my breasts. “But then you woke up with your face in my lap…”
“Surprised you didn’t do something then.”
“Oh, I did,” he says as his thumbs run against the sensitive skin, lighting me up inside. “The first morning, I sprinted out of bed and jacked off in the shower.”
My eyes widen. “I thought you were disgusted with me. I told Hattie and she insisted there was no way, that you were getting off in the shower, but it was too hard for me to believe.”
“Oh believe it, princess,” he says as his thumbs move up to my nipples, the water splashing lightly against his back. “I was hard as stone and therewas no way I was going to be able to calm myself down. The only way to do that was in the shower, with my hand.”
I roll my teeth over my bottom lip. “I wish I knew.”
“Yeah? And what would you have done about it? Stared again?”
I lightly pinch his side, causing him to laugh. “I was not staring that first day.”
“Please, you couldn’t take your eyes off me. You were a peeping Tina.”
“Stop, I was not. I was just so shocked that you didn’t care about having any sort of decency.”
“Why would I have any decency? You found out exactly what I was packing at Gary’s wedding. Didn’t matter.”
“That’s awfully confident of you. What if I thought you had a twelve-year-old used pencil down there?”
His fingers roll my nipples and I move my pelvis up against his erection. “From the way you were groping me that night, there was no way you were interested in a twelve-year-old pencil. You were introduced to a man that night and you wanted more.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
“Not as much as you want to be full of me.” He smirks and then guides us over to the dock where he lifts me up onto the platform.
“Brody,” I say, looking around nervously while I cover my breasts. I’m all for swimming naked, but being out on display right here, nothing covering me…
But then my eyes focus on the man in front of me, hoisting himself out of the lagoon, water dripping down every sinew of his body. I vaguely notice him tossing his float to the side, but I’m more focused on the muscles of his legs, the V of his hips, and the massive erection between his thighs.
Smirking, he pushes me back down on the smooth wood of the dock and then spreads my legs. His lips crash to my neck where he presses light but urgent kisses.
Any worry of who might see us quickly vanishes as I’m swept up intothe arms of Brody McFadden, covered by his body, glowing in the light of the moon.
He brings my hands above my head and pins them there as he uses his other hand to play with my hardened nipples that were just moving against his bare chest.
“Fuck, I’m not sure there will be a time when I don’t need you,” he whispers just before bringing his mouth to mine.
I revel in the way he commands our kiss—opening my mouth and devouring me with his tongue, his lips, his touch. His pelvis slowly rocks against mine, his erection running along my thigh. It’s erotic and perfect and everything I wanted when I came here. The only difference? When I started this vacation, I was looking for a fling, something to help me relax for ten days. But this, with Brody, I want this to last long past these ten days. I want this back in San Francisco.
I want us to carry this through.
“Need you,” I say as I spread my legs wider for him as his lips trail across my jaw.
