Page 202 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Not what you said the other night,” I say, causing her mouth to fall open in shock. Yup, this is the right approach. At least I’m garnering a reaction from her. I can work with this. I can slowly soften her this way.
“Not once did I say you owned me.”
“You didn’t have to say it,” I reply. “Your moans did all the talking for you.”
Her eyes narrow. “Yeah, well, I faked it.”
That makes my head fall back as a guttural laugh flies out of my mouth. “There is no way in hell you faked that.”
“Don’t give yourself so much credit. It’s easy to fake it.”
“Says the girl whose pussy clenched around my cock so hard that you made me black out.”
“It’s called Kegels,” she says in defiance.
“Bullshit,” I say. “Don’t even try to lie to me.” I run my hands up her hips to her sides as I softly say, “There was nothing fake about the way you kissed me, the way you sucked me off, the way you screamed out my name, and the way your slick, wet pussy contracted around my cock.”
She twists her lips to the side as I move my hand up even higher, just below her breasts.
“Just like right now,” I whisper. “There’s nothing fake about the way you’re reacting, the way your breath is hitching, the way your eyes try to avoid mine because you know if you look at me,you’ll be tempted. You want me, Everly. You just wish that you didn’t.”
Not sure how pushing her buttons is going to pay off, but she’s still on my lap and despite my loosened grip, she hasn’t attempted to stand or walk away.
After a few short seconds, she finally says, “You were a decent fuck, Hardy. That’s all it will ever be.”
Not going to lie and say that didn’t sting, but I also am well aware of the wall she’s erected between us—the one protecting her from getting hurt one more time—that means she’ll say and do anything to keep me at a distance. It’s my job to tear down that wall brick by brick, until I reach the point where I can tell her what Haisley said. Until then I will use any means necessary to woo her.
“Just decent?” I say. “Hmm, interesting, because you came back for seconds.”
“Because you didn’t satisfy me the first time,” she says. “Thought that maybe I could try again.”
I chuckle—the lie is so ridiculous, it’s the only reaction I can muster.
“Uh-huh, and what happened that second time?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Like I said, decent.” And then she turns away from me so her back is to my chest. I take that moment to place my hand on her stomach and pull her back against me. I wait for her to try to lift off my lap because I would let her. I would let her get up. I’m not about to hold her back against her will, but when she doesn’t make the attempt, I know I’ve got her.
She might have erected that wall as high as she can make it, but she can’t deny the fact that she still wants me. That she feels the attraction pulsing between us and wants to indulge.
And if that’s the way to get her to talk, then that’s what is going to have to happen.
“Maybe I need to prove to you that I’m more than decent,” I say as I move my other hand down her leg, to the hem of her dress and then slip it under. I pause, waiting for her to stop me, but she doesn’t. So, I drag my hand up farther, pulling the tight hem with me until it’s up and around her waist. I run my hand over her inner thigh, letting my thumb drag over the seam of her underwear. That elicits a small, almost silent gasp from her.
“Say the word, Everly, and I’ll stop,” I whisper.
But she doesn’t.
She stays silent, just the sound of her labored breath filling the air.
So, I take that as the green light to keep going as she leans back against my shoulder, and I know in this moment, I’ve got her. So, I slip my other hand under her dress and drag it up to her breasts. When I notice that she has another front-clasp bra on, I smile to myself as I unclasp it, letting it fall open. She shifts her body, her hips lifting up against my hardening length. Once again, she softly groans—a sound I’ve committed to memory.
I’ve missed this. I know I only had her for one night, but that was enough. That was all it took to know that I was going to need so much more. And right now, it’s just solidifying that idea in my head.
“I’ve missed these tits,” I say as I cup both breasts, feeling the weight in my palms and growing even harder.
I swipe my thumbs over her already hard nipples and love how she moans from the touch, so I decide in that moment to tease her. Since her neck is exposed, I press a few soft kisses to her skin and to my surprise, she moves her head to the side, giving me more access, and as I run my mouth up and down the column of her neck, I draw slow circles around her nipples. It’s a whisper of a touch, so gentle that the only thing it’s doing is ramping up her need for me to deepen it.
When I find her jaw with my lips, I kiss closer to her mouth, but she doesn’t turn in my direction, and I’m not going to force her to kiss me. I want her to give in willingly like she has with the rest of this position, so I bring my lips back to her ear and whisper, “Are you wet?”
