Page 60 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
“You’re wearing a thong,” he said, and the heady beat of my heart pushed into the out-of-control range.
Playing up my seductive vixen side, I tugged my skirt a few inches higher and added a pinch of ditzy to my voice. “Am I?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and, in a daze, he reached out and brushed his fingertips across the tiny triangle of fabric. Pure, physical need shivered up my core and moisture pooled between my thighs.
This was worth any risk sneaking in might bring. It was just the two of us, standing on the verge of freefalling into a whole lot more.
His palm flattened against one of my cheeks. He hooked the hem of my skirt with his thumb and then slowly dragged up, up, up, until he fisted the wad of fabric at my waist. His warm breath hit my neck, followed closely by his soft lips, and when I melted against him, his arousal lined up perfectly with the seam of my ass.
“Need help taking that off me?” I asked, or more like breathed. “I can’t skinny dip with my dress on, you know.”
“I need…” His forehead dropped against the back of my head. “You.”
Every nerve ending fired at once, each cell in my body soaring up to celebrate this moment that’d been a long time coming. Now that it was here, I found myself slightly nervous and a lot turned on.
With shaky fingers, I reached up to the side of my dress, gripped the zipper, and tugged until the fabric folded down around my waist. Cool night air hit my skin, but with my internal temperature set to scorching, it hardly mattered.
One slow inch at a time, I pivoted to face Evan. His eyes dipped down, taking in my strapless pink bra, and the carnal gleam in his eye robbed me of what little oxygen I had left. I gripped the sides of the dress and shimmied it the rest of the way down, until it fell in a silky puddle at my feet.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a couple of seconds, I licked my lips. “Are you gonna say anything?”
“Words… they’re…” He swallowed, hard, as his eyes continued to roam over my body. “You’re the one with all the words.”
None that seemed adequate, and my heart was seriously going to beat its way out of its cage. “I don’t want to be greedy with them. I’ll let you have a few.”
The slightest hint of a smile ghosted across his lips and he took a step closer.“Damn.That pretty much encompasses what I’m thinking.”
I grinned, my nerves making it wobbly.
Evan reached out and dragged a knuckle down the center of my chest, between my breasts, over my bellybutton. Lower, lower, lower…
An involuntary whimper came out when he skirted it across the tiny waistband of my thong. The smug twist of his mouth told me he knew exactly how revved up I was.
Two could play at that game. I pushed his suit coat off his shoulders, binding his arms. My chest bumped his as I pressed an open-mouth kiss on his neck. He jerked, trying to reach for me, which only tightened the fabric restraints at his elbows.
A growl emanated from his throat as he tugged free, flinging his suit coat aside.
The predatory gleam in his eye sent bursts of heat through my veins. I took a step back and he took a step toward me. When he reached for me, I batted his hand away, denying the touch I desperately needed. “You have to catch up first,” I said, even as my body protested, the ache between my thighs going from dull throb to all-encompassing. “No touching until you’re at least shirtless.”
With laser focus, he watched me undo his tie and each button on his shirt. He gave a relieved yet tortured sigh as I parted the fabric and slipped my hands inside, eager to get my fingers on all those tempting muscles and tantalizing skin. I skimmed my hands up his taught abdomen to his firm pecs, taking my time to memorize the feel of them, of that line of his collarbone. Of the tick in his jaw that spoke to how hard he was struggling to hold himself back. Of him.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and the instant it hit the ground, his mouth crashed down on mine, the kiss equal parts passion and punishment.
“I didn’t get a good enough look at you yet,” I said against his lips, but he didn’t relent, walking me backward until I hit the fence.
He wrapped both of my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them up over my head. I wiggled against him, disliking being unable to touch him almost as much as I loved being the manacled one.
With his free arm, he reached around and unhooked my bra.
Then he slowly, deliberately, raked his gaze over me, making it clear that he was the one in control now. “Holy shit, woman.” The pad of his thumb flicked across one of my hardened nipples. “You’re the definition of perfection.”
A whimper escaped, and his pupils dilated, overtaking the blue.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He dipped his head and sucked one of my breasts into his mouth. A hundred euphoric sensations coursed through my body at once, all racing down to my center until I was sure I was going to spontaneously combust. He gave me about half a second to recover before moving to the other side and working me up all over again.
His lips skimmed across my collarbone and he placed a kiss on my neck before resting his forehead on my shoulder.“Fuck.”I could feel every tense line of his body, his muscles coiled so tightly I worried they’d snap.
“Gwen…” I knew that tone. It came right before the kissing and goodness came to a screeching halt. “I need to tell you something.”
I arched against him, doing my best to appease the pulsing bundle of nerves begging for release. “No you don’t. Not right now. Later you can tell me all the things, but I don’t think I can take one more time of you pulling away. All I need to know is one thing…” I gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his head back so he’d look me in the eye. “Do you want me?”
“I want you so bad I can hardly fucking stand it.”
“Then stop holding back,” I said, the same plea I’d given in the photo booth. Maybe I should’ve used more discretion inside of there, but now we were alone, a fence between us and the rest of the world. “I want this. Ineedthis.”
