Page 185 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“You keep staring at me.”
“Do you want me to stare at the wall?” he asks. “Because right about now, I’ll do pretty much anything you say.”
“Anything?” I ask.
His hand slides up my thigh as an evil grin spreads across his lips. “Anything.”
I set the water down on my nightstand and then slide down the bed, so my head is resting on the pillow and I’m looking up at him. His hand finds the hem of his shirt I’m wearing, and he slides it under, making contact with my hip.
His thumb teases my skin as he rubs back and forth, igniting a burning ember that never went out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his eyes scanning my face.
Once again, my cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” I say as my teeth pull on the corner of my lip.
“I love it when your hair is down.”
I bring my hand to his beard. “I love it when your face is between my legs.”
His brow lifts. “Wow, that got dirty very quickly. Here I was complimenting you on your beauty and you went there.”
I shrug. “Just telling you like it is.”
“Well, you could have started out slow, maybe complimented me on my nostrils. You went on and on about Tomothy’s, but I’ve got squat over here.”
I let out a low chuckle. “I’m sorry.” I clear my throat. “Oh Hardy, you have the sexiest nostrils that I’ve ever looked upon. The cleanest air tunnel award goes to you.”
His hand slides higher up my hip, straight to my ribcage where his thumb rests just below my breast. “Probably one of the best compliments I’ve ever received.”
“Then people aren’t complimenting you enough,” I say as I smooth my hand over his beard.
“Well, I’ve been hanging out with you a lot, so maybe I should be pointing the finger at you. Where have my compliments been?”
I wet my lips. “Bottled up because I wouldn’t dare say what I really thought.”
“Why not?” he asks as his thumb strokes the underside of my breast. The light touch makes my skin tingle.
“Because you were trying to get with someone else,” I answer honestly.
“Yeah, and look who I’m with now,” he says.
“Because you want to be?” I ask, my voice full of insecurity. “Or because we might have had a few too many drinks and Jell-O shots?”
“Because I want to be. The drinks just gave me the courage I needed.”
“You didn’t need the courage,” I say as I bring my hand down his chest and then nudge him to lie down on his back. He complies, and I sit up and remove the shirt. His eyes immediately fall to my chest as I straddle his body. “I’ve been waiting for my turn,” I say as I press my chest to his and cup his face. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His hands run along my back and then over the curve of my ass.
“Fuck,” he whispers as I start rocking over his lap, loving the feel of him growing hard beneath me.
I bring my mouth to his and devour his lips, letting my passion fuel the fire that’s building inside of me. I don’t ever want this to end. I want him, all of him, every day. I want to show him how much I depend on his smile, his laughter, his understanding.
I want his encouragement.
I want these private, intimate conversations.
I want these long, naked nights.
