Page 41 of Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors)

He smiled. “No.”

It felt as though someone turned up the thermostat. Brianne’s skin heated. Her breath picked up, her heartbeat pounded a little harder. Everything shifted. Electricity filled the air.

He moved closer to her, and she didn’t stop him when he began closing the lid to the laptop. “I swear to you, I didn’t come over here for this,” he murmured, his breath hot on her face. “I only came over to apologize, and talk things out.”

“So what happened to change your mind?” she whispered, trembling.

“I can’t be near you without wanting you. It was bad enough before we were together.” He kissed the tip of her nose, her forehead. “All I could do was fantasize about you.” He brushed his lips over her chin. Her mouth. She whimpered, then parted her lips. “Now that I know how good it is…better than any fantasy…” He kissed her again, this time touching her tongue with his. She moaned. “It’s impossible to stay away from you. You’re like a drug. I can’t get enough.”

“I feel the same way,” she breathed, then gasped as his hand caressed her neck, her shoulders. She closed her eyes, allowing him to seduce her. She hadn’t planned on this, either, but now that he’d started there was no way she’d let him stop.

She leaned her head back, eyes still closed, and whimpered as Gabe’s mouth slowly traveled down her neck. He was just barely making contact, his mouth brushing against her. It was nearly painful, the way she needed him. More than any dream, any fantasy. He lit her up, made her wet and throb with desire.

Every so often, as he explored her, his tongue would gently lick against her. She cried out softly, falling deeper and deeper into bliss.

“This feels so good,” she moaned, marveling at how incredible it was to be touched by Gabe. Her body had never felt the way it did when he was pleasuring her.

“You taste good. I need more,” he whispered, pulling her by the hips until she was stretched out on the sofa and he was kneeling on the floor, leaning over her.

He kissed her again, slowly, while his hand danced over her flat stomach. She writhed beneath him, arching her back to meet his hand. When his fingers crept beneath her camisole, she shivered, then moaned as he pulled the thin fabric up and over her breasts.

“So sweet,” he whispered, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth while his hand lightly played over her breasts. She groaned, wetness soaking her panties as his hand worked her.

His mouth replaced his hand, his tongue swirling in circles over her stiff nipples. Slowly, achingly slowly. Driving her mad. Didn’t he know what he was doing to her?

Of course, he did. And the more she whimpered and pleaded, the more she urged him for more, the slower he went. He wanted to know how far he could push her before she exploded.

While his tongue licked her, his hand slid down her bare torso, just skimming the patch of skin above the waistband of her pants. Her hips rolled, her legs pressed together to relieve some of the pressure between them. She was soaked, burning, desperate to be touched.

“Oh, God!” she cried out, arching her back, when the tips of his fingers dipped below her waistband as his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked. He was just above her mound, close but so far. “Please…please…touch me…” she begged.

When he pulled down her pants, she sighed. His hand slid between her legs, over the lace of her panties, rubbing. Flicking his fingers back and forth. Brianne spread her legs, thrusting her hips up to meet his fingers. Needing more.

“Harder…please!”

He only chuckled, now licking his way down her stomach. He dragged his tongue from one hip to the other, making her arch her back and cry out for more. When his fingers hooked around the waistband and pulled them down, she nearly died from relief.

But he wasn’t finished. Now his fingers slid along the outside of her slit, slick with her juices. She fell silent, her heavy breathing the only sound she could make as she focused on her pleasure. Eyes closed, her hips moved in time with his careful stroking. If only he would never stop…

“You want more, baby?” he murmured, licking deliciously lower and lower, until his fingers were spreading her lips apart.

“Yes!” Brianne cried out, her head rolling from side to side. “Lick me, please, Gabe!” When his tongue made contact with the hard bundle of nerves between her legs, she nearly screamed.

He seemed to love it, licking all around, thrashing her clit with his tongue. He paid attention to her reactions, sticking to what made her scream the loudest. It was better than anything she’d ever felt, and before she knew it his tongue sent her screaming over the edge.

“Yes! Gabe! Oh, God!” Her body shuddered, going limp against the cushions. All she heard was the sound of her gasps for breath and his heavy breathing. She knew he needed her, could tell from the way he panted as he continued licking her while she came down from the peak of pleasure.

Her cell phone rang but they ignored it.

“Please…” she begged, opening her eyes to find him staring at her with desire. “Please, take me…”

Quickly, he ripped at his clothes. Then he was inside her, filling her so completely, rocking her world as he moved in and out. Their bodies fit perfectly together, and they matched each other stroke for stroke.

“That’s it…do it…yes…” she whispered fiercely, staring into his eyes. “Give it to me…”

Brianne’s home phone began ringing, but of course they ignored that, too.

He pinned her wrists over her head, taking her roughly. She loved it, releasing control, letting him use her. She moved against him just as hard, taking her pleasure from him as he rode her.

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