“All I have is my word, Mr. Maddox.”
“How do I know that’s any good?” Higher.
“You don’t.”
“It’s a good thin
g I want my hands on your thighs.”
“Yes. It’s—” Her words fade into a moan. “Fuck.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as my fingers skim her cunt.
My balls tighten. “You’re naked under here.”
She drops character with a heavy nod.
I forget all about the game we’re playing. “That for me?”
“Yeah.”
“And this?” I bring my other hand to her chest. Slide it under her tight dress. Toy with her nipple.
“It’s all for you.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “It’s always for you.”
My thumb finds her clit. It’s instinct. I need her body pressed against mine. I need her lost in ecstasy.
Everything has been fucking perfect. But that’s about to end.
Tonight is Penny’s rehearsal dinner.
Who knows what the fuck that will bring?
“Ryan.” She tugs at my suit jacket. “You… I… Harder.”
I rub her harder.
Tease her with one finger.
Two.
Her eyelids press together.
Her tongue slides over her lips.
She’s lost in me, but that isn’t enough.
I bring my lips to hers.
She arches into me, opening her mouth to make way for my tongue, parting her legs to invite my hand.
I rub her until she’s groaning against my mouth.
Then I pull my hand to her thigh and drag my lips over her cheek.
I plant a soft kiss on her collarbone.
Then lower, just above the neckline of her dress.
Her hand knots in my hair. She nods a yes. A please. A now.