Page 153 of The Temporary Fiancée
Reed looks up—and his whole face changes.
His jaw goes slack. His eyes widen, then drag down my body so slowly that I can feel it like a touch, lingering on every inch of red lace and bare skin before they make their way back up to my face. He blinks at me, like he’s trying to make sure I’m actually there. His reaction gives me a surge of confidence, and I take another step into the room.
“Where did you…” His voice is barely there as he swallows. “Where did you even get that?”
I shrug one shoulder, swaying my hips a little just to watch his attention follow the motion. The wine and the heat of his gaze are making me feel a little drunk. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding?” He shakes his head, his expression hungry. “You look incredible. When you said you had a gift for me, this is—this is not what I was expecting.”
A flush spreads over my face. I take another step toward him, then stop as my hand drifts to the fur trim at my hip.
“You don’t think it’s too much? With the fur, and the?—”
“Liv. It’s hot as hell.” His voice drops, and he leans forward on the couch, one long arm reaching out for me. “Come here.”
But on a whim, I take a step back instead. His brows lift in surprise, and a slow grin pulls at his mouth as his arm hangs there in the air between us.
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”
I bite my lip, my heart thudding. I take another small step backward, just out of his reach. “I’m not done showing you your gift yet.”
His grin widens. He leans back against the couch with deliberate, exaggerated patience, one arm draping along the back cushions, watching me. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, baby. I’m only human.”
My pussy clenches at the promise in his words, and I let out a breathy laugh as I cross to the coffee table. My fingers are clumsier than they should be as I pick up my phone and connect it to the speakers—I can feel him watching me from across the room, and the awareness of his attention has my pulse climbing. I pull up a Christmas playlist, something with warm brass and a pretty piano line, and when I turn back to face Reed, he hasn’t moved. His arm is still draped along the cushions like he’s pretending to be calm, but the bounce of his thigh and the heat in his expression give him away.
I bite the inside of my lip and start to move with the music, my hips rocking slow in time to the rhythm.
A groan rumbles in his chest. He sinks deeper into the cushions, one hand dragging down his face. “Fuck, Liv. You’re going to kill me.”
The way he says my name makes my nipples go hard. I let my hands slide up my sides, then up through my hair, and his eyes track every movement. When I cup my breasts through the lace, he hisses a breath between his teeth and leans forward, elbows on his knees, his focus locked on me as if he can’t look anywhere else.
“You’re driving me out of my mind,” he murmurs, watching as I tease my nipples. “If you’re not going to let me touch you, at least give me a strip tease.”
My stomach flutters at the request, but I keep moving with the music. A few months ago, the idea of giving a strip tease would have made me too shy to breathe. But the way he’s looking at me right now—as if nothing else in the room exists—makes me want to draw this out.
I hook my thumbs under the straps of the top and slide them slowly off my shoulders, one at a time. Reed’s breath audibly catches, his hands tightening into fists like he has to physically stop himself from reaching for me.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Keep going.”
I do, moving with the music as I slowly pull the top off entirely. My already hard nipples tighten the second the air hits them, and I cup my breasts again, pinching the little buds lightly. A soft, breathy sound slips past my lips as pleasure shoots through me, and his eyes go even darker.
“God.” His voice is strangled. “You should see how hard I am right now.”
The idea of him aching and hard just from watching me like this makes heat curl low in my stomach. I let my hand drift downmy own stomach as I keep moving, my breath uneven. “Then let me see. Strip for me too.”
He shakes his head, a smirk quirking the corners of his mouth, but his hands stay right where they are. “Not yet, baby. You started this, and I’m having too much fun watching you.”
The sincerity in his voice makes me grin, and then I moan as my fingers drift down even further. He’s still talking, saying something low and dirty I can barely focus on past the sound of my heartbeat in my ears, and I dance another step closer, then twist back when he reaches for me. His frustrated groan turns into a laugh that has me laughing too, turned on and breathless.
“Fuck,” he rasps. His jaw works, his eyes so dark that the amber flecks stand out even more. “Please, baby. I need more. I want you naked, with your hands between your legs. Now.”
His desperate words have almost more of an effect on me than his hands would have. I slide the rest of the outfit off, twirling the panties once around my finger before tossing them lightly to him. He catches them and presses them briefly to his face, inhaling, then drops them on the couch beside him, looking like his control is a heartbeat away from snapping.
When I bring my hand down between my legs, I’m not surprised to find that my pussy lips are already slick with arousal. Dancing for Reed, seeing how crazy I’m driving him, is really doing it for me.
“Reed.” My voice is breathless as I slide two fingers into my pussy. “I’m so wet.”
“Fuck. I need to feel it.” His voice is tight. “Come here.”
