Page 179 of Bridesmaid Undercover
His hand slides up to my neck, and then is in my hair where his fingers tangle with the thick strands. His grip, his possessive behavior, sends chills all the way up my thighs, giving me a brief preview of the kind of control he can have over me.
And when our lips part at the same time, his tongue caresses mine, gentle…slow.
There’s no urgency in his kisses, in the way he holds me.
There’s patience and exploration that’s building the temptation inside of me. The temptation for more. The temptation to drag my hand up his shirt.
The temptation to peel his clothes off.
To kneel between his legs and explore every inch of him.
“Fuck,” he mutters when his lips leave mine and move up my jaw.
I lightly moan as my hand falls to his chest, his thick, brawny chest.
“Everly,” he says. “I need…fuck, I need to leave before this gets out of hand,” he whispers into my ear before kissing back down my jaw and finding my lips again. We mold them together, caressing, tangling…drinking in the raw magnetism between us.
When he pulls away, more panic sets in—I don’t want this to end.
So, I take his hand and tug him toward my apartment, but he stops me.
“Everly, you don’t have to?—”
I kiss his jaw and whisper, “I need to.”
His eyes turn dark, hungry, as he wets his lips. A thrill shoots up my spine because I know in this moment that what’s about to happen will easily be the best experience in my life.
Without letting him second-guess anything, I bring him into my building, up the stairs, and as I unlock my door, his hands are on my hips, his lips on my neck as he pushes my hair to the side.This. This is what I wanted him to do last night.And it’s better than I imagined.
When we enter my apartment, he slams and locks the door, and then pushes me up against the hard wood.
A small breath escapes me right before his lips find mine and I melt into his touch.
“Fuck,” he says as he takes my hands and raises them above my head, pinning them against the door. “I want you, Everly. I want to fuck you. I want to hear you moaning, begging, screaming my name.”
Chills break out over my skin as he kisses down my neck and then back up to my jaw. Wanting more, so much more, I say, “I want your shirt off.”
He pulls away to look me in the eyes as he reaches behind his head and tugs his shirt up and over, tossing it to the floor. Myeyes fall to his impressively built chest, his rock-hard pecs, his well-developed abs…the cut V that’s just above his low-hanging jeans.
When my eyes return to his, I can’t help myself. “You’re so hot.”
He smirks and then brings his hands to my pants where he undoes them and then pushes them down my hips. I kick them off and then stand in front of him in my bodysuit.
He drags his hand over his mouth right before he spins me around, revealing that I’m wearing a thong bodysuit.
“Fuck…me,” he says quietly before his hands fall to my ass, and then to my waist. He leans in his large body, brings my chin to my shoulder where he finds my lips again and kisses me, but this time, he grinds against me, his hard length to my ass.
I groan and then take one of his hands and guide it up my stomach, right to my breast.
He moans into my mouth and moves in even more as his hand cups my breast, his thumb passing over my nipple.
My head falls back, which exposes my neck where he moves his other hand, pressing his thumb along the column as he continues to kiss me.
His tongue swipes at my lips, and I open for him, matching his every stroke, letting him explore and getting caught up in the feel of him until my body is buzzing, begging for more. So, I reach down and unsnap my body suit before hiking it up around my waist and exposing my bare ass. I then press into his erection, and he moans in my ear.
It’s so deep, so guttural, that it causes me to turn in his embrace and look him in the eyes.
His breath is uneven, his expression is wild, and his hands inch up my sides, pulling my bodysuit until he tugs it all the way up and over my head, leaving me in a strapless bra.
