Unlike our other kiss, neither of us had consumed any alcohol. We had no audience, no pretense. This kiss was real and raw and aching. We tangled and tempted and teased each other, until we drew apart, panting.
“I’ll take that to mean I completed the dare to your satisfaction?” I asked, my body humming.
Her eyes darkened, tongue darting out to lick her swollen lips. “Touch me and find out,” she husked. Followed by the unspoken words,I dare you.
I groaned, releasing her. She smelled so good. Tasted even better. And her coy smile was going to be my undoing. I took a step back, trying to compose myself before I blew my fucking load.
She gave my erection a pointed look. “That looks painful.”
I grunted. She had no fucking idea.
I’d wanted her for so long. And to have her like this—finally looking at me like that—was everything.
She reached out and crooked a finger through my belt loop. I kept my hands at my sides, clenched to keep myself from grabbing her. I channeled the type of patience I used during an intense game. When I was on the ice, I had to react, but I also had to wait. I was always at the ready, but if I moved too early, if I tried to anticipate my opponent, I could end up letting in a goal instead of keeping it out. So even though I wanted to lunge for Bryn, I waited.
Slowly, she met my eyes, seeking permission. I nodded.Fucking granted. Fucking yes.
She hesitated, and I held my breath. It was like the final moments of overtime in the play-offs. My fate would be decided in the next breath. I would feel the agony of defeat as the puck slid past me and into the net. Or I would feel ecstasy as we clinched a win.
Whatever the result, it was up to Bryn now. Regardless of what she chose, I would always be there for her. That would never change.
Do it,I silently chanted, begging her to take that next step.
My breath shuddered, and then she pushed my pants down over my hips, dragging my boxer briefs along with them. My cock bobbed toward my stomach, hard and desperate for her touch. Her mouth. Her cunt.
I’d imagined this moment countless times. And somehow it was even better.
“Je-sus…” she whispered, dragging out each syllable as she stared at me with something akin to awe.
When she leaned forward, I could see straight down her dress. And unlike before—at the rehearsal dinner—I wasn’t going to be a gentleman. I looked my fill, admiring her breasts, wondering what they’d feel like in my hands.
Hopefully I wouldn’t have to wonder much longer.
“I want to touch you.” I swallowed hard. “Ineedto touch you.” If I sounded desperate, I didn’t care.
She shook her head, and my stomach dropped. But then she said, “You always take care of me. Let me take care of you for once.”
“You do take care of me?—”
She gave me a brief, searing kiss. And it silenced me. “Please, Frasier.”
As if I could say no to her. Especially not when she was looking at me as if I was the object of her every desire.
She took me in her hand, and my knees buckled.Holy fuck.Bryn was touching me. And it felt so fucking amazing. I grabbed on to the back of a chair, somehow managing to remain upright. But only just barely.
I smoothed my hand over her shoulder, marveling at the softness of her skin. I skimmed my fingers along her collarbone,keeping my touch light even as my hand shook. When I came to the strap of her dress, I paused, seeking confirmation. She met my eyes, and I held her gaze as I slid the strap down her shoulder.
I closed my eyes briefly, cursing under my breath. I was still in disbelief that this was real.Shewas real. And beautiful. And allowing me to see her this way.
I caressed her breasts, feeling their weight. Soft. Smooth. Full. “Perfection.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted ever so slightly. My breath caught. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything more stunning. But when she took the tip of me into her mouth, my eyes rolled back into my head.
“Fuck, angel.” I continued touching her, exploring her. “You…” I shuddered. “You have no idea how good that feels.”How long I’ve wanted this.
She took me deeper, using her hand to caress what wouldn’t fit in her mouth. I nearly choked at the sensation. Warm. Wet. Perfect.
My muscles clenched, and I was trying so hard not to completely blow this. But it felt so damn good.
