Tessa hadn’t been the only person forced to endure learning dance routines. Admittedly, I had spent one summer afternoon on the front porch, teaching Braden how to do the country swing. He had more rhythm than Tessa, and picked up the moves quickly, although swore me to secrecy and only danced like that with me around.
Except, Braden didn’t seem to care that we weren’t alone, that every eye in the large glittery tent was on us. His eyes remained on me, on my body, reading it and anticipating all of my moves.
It was getting closer to two o’clock in the morning, and my feet were beginning to ache. Only a handful of guests had disappeared, Brock and Tessa being part of that small group. They were supposed to be at the airport for four a.m. to catch their flight to the Dominican Republic to celebrate their honeymoon.
I wanted to leave too. I was having fun, but the alcohol and the desire in Braden’s molten gaze had me practically withering with need. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to rub my body against his arousal. I could feel his hard length pressed against my stomach.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his lips grazing against my earlobe. I shivered, goosebumps erupting and desire throbbing everywhere. I took his hand and weaved around the bodies on the floor, keeping my head low to avoid having to stop to talk to someone. We made it outside, the chill of the night doing nothing to cool off how much I burned for him.
We raced to his truck, both of us impatient to get back to his place. He held my hand the entire drive, his thumb tracing patterns against my palm. Every once in a while, he’d toss a look at me as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.
My heart quickened as we pulled into the driveway of the Miller house. He was out of the cab quicker than I could blink. I unbuckled the seatbelt as he opened the door.
I slid out of the cab, my body against his. He took a step back, then pulled me back against him. Our mouths crashed together hungrily. His hands were everywhere; in my hair, on my breasts, my hips, my ass as he lifted me up and pulled me against his erection. He held me like that for several minutes, kissing me like he’d never stop. I didn’t want him to stop, but I wanted him to hurry up and get me inside.
He regretfully put me down and we practically ran around the side of the house, to the door that led to the basement. He unlocked the door and led me down the stairs. He turned on the light on his bedside table while I looked around, my heart racing.
It was like stepping back in time. Everything was the same way it was in high school, right down to the photo booth pictures on the mirror above his dresser. I swallow hard, remembering the day they had been taken.
Back then, we couldn’t get enough of each other. We didn’t care about getting caught. We were locked in our own world together. I’d never wanted to leave that world, not even when he pushed me out of it.
He took a step towards me. The back of his hand ran up my shoulder, and I closed my eyes as he swept my hair aside and brought his lips to my neck. He kissed me, his mouth worshipping the soft skin there. His hand moved along the back of my neck, searching for the zipper to my dress.
The room was filled with the sound of our bated breath and my zipper dropping. He stopped kissing me for a moment and rested with his forehead pressed against mine. His eyes bore into me, searching. “Are you sure you want to do this, Elle?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I need you, Braden,” I whispered honestly. All I could think about was him. Tomorrow, I’d deal with everything else. I just wanted to get lost and forget everything but him for a while.
My body trembled beneath his hesitant fingers. At my words, he pushed the dress over my shoulders and it fell to the ground. I was wearing nothing but a white lace thong. Braden drew in a shaky breath, his finger brushing the inside of the material against my taunt stomach.
His eyes drank me in, his lust filled gaze dragging across every inch of my exposed body. He brought his hands up to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I moaned, leaning into his touch.
Braden brought his head down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, I arched my head back, my hands instinctively going to stroke the front of his pants, finding him hard and straining against the thin material. He involuntary jerked into my hand, his breath hissing out. Tipping my chin back up, he claimed my mouth possessively.
Desperate to have skin to skin contact, my fingers fumbled to free the buttons of his white dress shirt as he continued to kiss me, starved for my taste. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop wherever it fell, and raked my fingers against the hard muscles of his abdomen. I bit down firmly on his bottom lip, trapping his moan with another kiss.
I pushed his pants down over his hips. His dick sprang free, his hot erection falling straight into my waiting hands.
“Commando?” I asked, arching a brow.
“Why not?” he grinned wickedly. His amusement evaporated when I stroked his thick length slowly and brought my lips back up to his.
Suddenly, his hands were back on my hips and he was effortlessly spinning us around. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I fell onto it, Braden falling with me. He kissed me for a few more minutes, his hand running up and down the length of my body as if he wanted to touch me everywhere and couldn’t decide where he should start first.
His index finger and his thumb dropped to stroke against my damp panties. Every nerve was pulsing with need as he stroked me leisurely, still kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me.
He tugged aside the fabric and sank two fingers deep inside of me. I stopped kissing him, letting another moan escape my lips as I arched against the palm of his hand.
The look in Braden’s eyes when I finally opened my heavy lids nearly sent me over the edge. He was so concentrated on pleasuring me that the sight of me arching against him made his eyes darken with need.
“You’re so wet and tight,” he said, his voice straining. “God, I want to bury myself in you.”
“What’s holding you back?” I challenged, needing to feel him inside of me.
“The fact that I need to taste you,” he almost growled.
He crawled down and nestled between my legs, and I raised my hips so he could pull my panties off. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder, his fingers sinking into the tender flesh on my thighs, forcing my legs apart. He ran his tongue tentatively against my opening and moaned. The vibration made me tremble. He worked me with his mouth, kissing and licking and sucking like he could do it forever. He slid two fingers in and out as he licked, and I felt my orgasm coming fast and hard. I arched up off the mattress, my entire body exploding in bursts of sensations.
“Braden, please,” I pleaded, but even as I begged he was already lining himself up to my entrance. His tip brushed against my wetness, and he went rigid.
