Page 131 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“I’ll tell him tomorrow. I don’t fucking care.” He presses his body up against mine. “I like you, Maggie. I’ve liked you for a long fucking time, and I don’t think that feeling will ever go away. I need to see where this goes, what could come of this. I want you…need you.”
I wet my lips, his words everything I think I’ve ever wanted to hear from him. Especially the night of Gary’s wedding. I would have melted if he told me that.
So why the apprehension now?
“Promise me,” I say, looking him in the eyes. “Promise you won’t hurt me.”
He grips my jaw, holding my head in place as he looks me dead in the eyes. “I promise you, Maggie. I won’t hurt you.”
And that’s all the confirmation I need.
I wet my lips one more time. “I want this…you.”
And with that, his mouth crashes down on mine, a demanding force that I can’t match. I can only go along for the ride.
Both of his hands grip my face as his lips glide along mine, synching up with mine as our bodies hum with desire. And it’s everything I remember from the night of Gary’s wedding.
The headiness.
The command.
The pressure.
The sensation of his large body pressing against mine.
He drugs me with his mouth, creating this whirlwind of longing.
He must be able to read my mind because his hands slide down my neck to my shoulders where he grips the straps of the bathing suit and brings them down my arms, exposing my breasts.
Immediately, he cups them, massaging them as he kisses me with such force that I can feel it all the way down to my toes, only for him to move his mouth to my jaw and then to my neck where he licks…sucks…nibbles.
Yes, God, yes.
Control me.
Take me.
Make me yours, Brody.
I cup the back of his head as he moves closer and closer to my breasts. “More,” I whisper.
He lifts one of my boobs to his mouth and he kisses around the nipple, swirls his tongue, and then sucks it into his mouth. A hiss escapes my lips as my chest lifts. I revel in the way he makes me feel—like I’m floating in air. Like there isn’t anything else in this world but me and him.
He drags his teeth over my nipple before working his way over to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, marking them as his. All I can do is stand there, letting him take control of my body with every kiss and suck of his lips.
With both hands, he presses my breasts together, kisses them, and then moves down my stomach.
God, yes.
He drags my bathing suit down with him until it’s completely off. I toe it away, leaving me naked before him. His hand spans over my stomach and back up to my breast as he squats down in front of me. He drapes one of my legs over his shoulder as his mouth moves to the juncture between my thighs.
I feel his hot mouth on my flesh before his tongue peeks out and runs along my slit.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, my head softly hitting the wall behind me as I tilt it back. “Yes, Brody.”
And the fucker, I can feel him smile against me as he dives his tongue deeper, hitting my clit just for a moment before he goes back to running the tip just along my slit once again.
Of course he’s going to tease me.
