Page 98 of Bridesmaid for Hire
His hand trails up my thigh, and I actually feel myself get wet, just like that, a wave of arousal hitting me all at once, with a simple touch.
He tugs on the hem of my shirt. “This is more comfortable for you? I thought you liked your pajamas.”
I swallow hard and say, “I do, just…wanted something different.”
I then turn away from him because maybe that will ease this pounding in my heart and between my legs. If I’m not so close, maybe my body won’t react so dramatically.
His hand finds my thigh. “What do you normally sleep in?” he asks, his fingers playing with the hem of the shirt.
“Uh…” I draw a blank. What do I normally sleep in? Well, let’s see…what’s sleep again?
“Do you normally sleep naked?” he asks as his hand slides up the shirt, pausing at my hip bone.
“Naked?” I ask, my heart hammering so hard at this point that I can barely hear him.
“Are you stating that you sleep naked or are you asking me?” He slides his fingers up higher. “Because right now, it seems like you forgot to putsomething on under this shirt, which leads me to believe you like to sleep naked.”
“What did I, uh…what did I forget?”
His hand moves across my hip and down my front, his pinky trailing so close to my pubic bone that I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Underwear, Maggie,” he whispers before pulling me against his chest where I can feel the heat of his skin…and the bulge in his briefs.
Fuck.
It’s…happening.
Is this happening?
God, please let this happen.
“Did you know you weren’t wearing underwear?” he asks as his fingers lightly trail across my lower abdomen.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Did you forget underwear because of me?”
“No,” I say and then add…“and a little yes.”
“A little yes?” he answers as he drags his fingers lower and lower until they lightly drag over my mound.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my chest heaves with need and my legs lightly part, hoping and praying that he moves his hand a little farther. But he doesn’t.
He drags his fingers back up to my stomach.
“I thought you hated me,” he says as he moves his hand farther up to my ribcage.
“I do…and I don’t.”
He brings me in even closer to his body, so my ass presses against his erection. Yes.Please God, let me have this man.I wiggle my ass against him and his hand closes over my ribcage tighter as his thumb runs across the underside of my breast.
Oh my God.
Yes.
Please…I’m begging.
I want more.
