Page 8 of Something Borrowed
Running his hands down my body, he rubs his thumbs over my nipples and I suck in a sharp breath as lust shoots straight between my legs. His hands skim up my thighs, pushing my dress up around my waist before he lifts one leg and wraps it around his waist. The angle means his hardness presses into me at just the right angle, and a plea for more falls from my lips.
“Anything you want, baby. Anything.”
His lips drop to my neck as he stands back a little to allow his hand to slip between us. Pushing my panties aside, he groans when he finds me wet and ready for him.
“Jesus, Bry.” His breath against the sensitive skin of my neck sends shivers down my spine. They’re soon forgotten when he finds my clit and starts circling.
“Fuck, Freddie,” I moan when he presses two fingers inside me.
Every part of my body is focused on what he’s doing to me, on the pleasure that’s about to crash through my body so I only vaguely hear the knocking on my door.
“Bryony? Are you in there?”
“Fuck.” I pry my eyes open to find Freddie staring back at me. His eyes are dark and hungry, and the sight has more heat heading for my center.
“Bryony? I need you.”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
Fuck.
Freddie’s eyes widen in surprise. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“My job.” Regretfully, I grab his forearm, pulling his fingers from me.
“You’re really stopping this right now?” The smile that twitches his lips is far from amused as he stands with his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants, desperate for release.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be here, anyway.” Now that I’ve stopped him, reality is starting to seep back in.
“You weren’t saying that a few seconds ago.”
“It was a mistake.” He rears back like I’ve just slapped him. “Hide. I need to deal with this?”
“Hide?” he asks incredulously.
“Just fucking do it.”
He disappears into my adjoining bathroom as I pull my dress down my thighs and smooth my hair the best I can.
“Hey, what’s up?” I go for casual, but I instantly know I haven’t pulled it off.
“Uh, are you okay?” Her eyes run over my face. My cheeks heat as I wonder what kind of mess I must look.
“Yeah, yeah,” I pant, panicking. “I just walked up the stairs?” My voice rises, making it come out like a question.
Her eyes widen. “Something wrong with the lift?”
“No. I…uh, I’m just trying to drop a few pounds so the stairs seemed like a good idea.”
“We’re on the sixth floor.”
“I know. It was hard work. Did you need something?”
“Amber was bringing my something borrowed and she’s not coming, and now you’re my maid of honor…” There’s a noise from inside my room. Tessa hears it and she suddenly looks over my shoulder.
“Can you give me a couple of minutes to get out of this dress and I’ll meet you in your room? We’ll sort everything out, I promise.”
“Um…yeah, okay.”
