Bad Bridesmaid (Billionaire's Club Book 11) Elise Faber (most read books of all time txt) 📖

the fabric of her bra, poking through the lace to press against his palm when he cupped one breast lightly.

Dragging his mouth down her neck, he tasted the salt mixing with sweet and spice and tart, soaking it in as he made his way to the zipper at the top of her hoodie, tugging it down, the zip loud in the quiet of the room only punctuated by rapid breaths and the occasional thunk from his loud ass neighbors overhead. Knowing he’d never get to kiss and touch like he wanted without removing it, he coaxed the sweatshirt down her arms, tossed it to the side, and then stared down at this woman, at his beautiful Heidi—

Who was wearing a T-shirt that said, I Make Bad Science Puns . . . Periodically.

And he laughed.

Because she was different. Because she was funny. Because she was just so . . . Heidi.

“What is it?” she asked, reaching for his shoulders.

He smoothed his hand over her cheek, down her arm, along her torso, and stopped, slipping it under the hem of her shirt to rest on the warm heat of her abdomen.

“You’re just so fucking perfect for me.”

Her eyes widened, lips parting, and he couldn’t resist one more taste of that mouth, enticing her into a heated kiss that had them both gasping, and at least for him, his vision edged in black by the time he managed to tear himself away. But though he left her to draw in a breath, he didn’t remove his mouth from her body. Instead, he dragged it over her throat, dipped his tongue into the small hollow at the base of her neck, nipped lightly at her collarbones. Still, the fucking fabric of her shirt impeded him, so he managed to pull himself away from her long enough to tug the cotton over her head, to toss it somewhere in the vicinity of her hoodie.

But when he went to return his mouth to her skin, bent on kissing every inch, she placed her hand on his chest, stilling him.

His eyes met hers.

“Naked first,” she said.

Well, now. He could work with that.

His fingers went to work on her pajamas, tugging them off her legs and dragging her underwear down along with them. Those two went by the wayside, and a heartbeat later, he’d slipped a hand beneath her, undoing her bra and peeling the pale pink lace away.

Naked.

Yes. So much better.

But when he went to crawl back on top of her, she stopped him again with her hand on his chest.

He glanced down, realized he’d forgotten her socks, and tugged those off as well.

But she halted him again before he could sink between her thighs.

“What?” he asked, mouth watering with the need to taste, fingers itching to touch.

Her color was high, her lips reddened and swollen from his kisses, but still her voice was steady when she ordered, “You need to be naked, too.”

That was what he wanted.

That was also a big problem.

Because he wanted this woman quite desperately, and if he was naked, too, he might embarrass them both. Well, embarrass himself, and make her quite unhappy.

“Heidi,” he began.

She shook her head, arms crossing beneath her breasts, plumping the mounds into a nearly irresistible temptation. “No, Brad. No dice. You get naked right now, or else this isn’t happening.”

“I—”

“I don’t care if you’re nearly at the end of your control, or if you want to enjoy me first, or whatever other bullshit man stuff you have flitting through that brain of yours.” Her eyes flashed with irritation. “I need to be able to touch you, to feel your skin on my palms, to hold your body to mine without any barriers. Another time you can tease me until your heart’s content.” Her gaze softened. “But tonight, I need you to be right here with me.”

He would have agreed, just because she asked.

But her giving him the words, telling him what was in her heart and mind . . . well, that absolutely slayed him.

And he knew in that moment, that he would never be able to deny this woman anything. He’d been written into existence for her, just as she’d been made to fit him perfectly.

They had the potential to be like his brother and Kate.

No, they would be like his brother and Kate.

Minus the rooster and gaggle of animals.

Though, as he stood and methodically stripped off his clothes, letting them drop to the floor, he knew that just as he couldn’t deny Heidi what she wanted, if she asked for a rooster, he’d buy the bird the fucking tuxedo himself.

A moment later, Fuzzy McFeatherston wasn’t the cock he was thinking of. All his focus was diverted to the woman grabbing onto the cock swinging between his legs. The cock that was harder than he’d ever believed possible and throbbing with the need to spread Heidi’s thighs and plunge deep.

Seemingly reading his mind, or at least the mind of the body part south of the border, she kept her grip tight, sliding it up and down the hard length of him. “Please say you have a condom,” she murmured.

He was in the middle of biting back a groan, his hips thrusting forward, pleasure rolling down his spine in waves, when he realized what she’d asked.

What she’d asked.

And what he didn’t have.

Fuck. Fuck.

The groan he’d bit back burst forth, startling her into opening her eyes, the hazel depths cloudy with need . . . and then sharpening as horror dawned. “You don’t have a condom?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been meaning to pick some up, but I’ve been too busy with . . .”

She was shoving him off her, and for a moment, he thought he’d revealed the straw that had broken the camel’s back. But then she was striding across the room, glorious ass bouncing as she stalked to her purse, which apparently had fallen near the couch, and scooping it up.

She strode back, and he was torn where to look—those bouncing breasts, lower to the