Wrenn was the last person I expected to open the door. My mouth dropped. That oh-so-short black dress she was wearing was almost criminal. She looked fucking amazing. Her creamy white legs seemingly went on forever, lengthened by a pair of impossibly high stilettos. She grinned at me, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger as she waited for me to react. React was right. She wasn’t playing fair.
How the hell was I going to get through tonight with her in the room? How could I not stare at her the entire time? What red-blooded man wouldn’t be eyeing her and thinking of all the dirty things he’d like to do to her?
“Hey,” I finally said, finding my voice.
“Hi. Come in.” She leaned against the wall as I eased past her, moving at a deliberately slow pace, making the most of our contact. She breathed heavily, which made me smile. I can play that game as well as you.
“Everyone is through there,” she said, pointing to the living room.
I nodded, my eyes leveling on hers. I didn’t give a fuck where everyone was. Only her.
“You look fucking amazing,” I whispered. I so badly wanted to kiss her. I wanted to push her back up against that wall and explore her body.
A knock on the door made me jump.
I shook my head, wondering to myself how I’d gotten into this situation. Wrenn went for the door and I went into the living room. It was raining out, so the usual patio gathering had been moved into the inside. Layna waved at me from over near the sofa. I smiled and nodded, saying hello to several colleagues who had also welcomed me.
Throughout dinner, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Wrenn.
God knows I tried, but she kept popping up. Her, in that dress—what hope did I have? I was sure everyone I spoke to thought I was an idiot. I’d be deep in conversation, only to drift off mid-thought as she passed me.
“Hey man.”
I looked up and saw Mark. “Hey. Didn’t even realize you were here,” I said with a shake of my head.
“Yeah. You looked like you had a few things on your mind,” he said pointedly, jerking his head toward Wrenn. I flushed. Fuck. If he’s noticed, who else has? He laughed. “It’s okay, dude. You’re allowed to look. I do it all the time,” he added, chuckling, as he turned to check out Wrenn’s ass.
I wanted to punch him. I wanted to grab hold of his face and wipe that little smirk off it. I wanted to drag him outside and pulverize him for even looking at her. Fists clenched by my sides, I swallowed my anger, willing myself not to react. This possessiveness I felt was so new to me. I excused myself to the bathroom, needing to get away; I needed to pull myself together.
Out of the living room and into the hallway, I leaned against the wall, trying to pull myself together. This is crazy. I was going to crack and ruin everything. I was better off faking a headache and leaving. But of course the fact that I’d had a headache would get back to mom...
Wrenn appeared from nowhere, grabbing my hand and leading me away. She took me upstairs, into a room—her room—shutting the door behind her.
“You look so angry, Mr. Reid,” she said, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She gazed up into my eyes. She was still a few inches shorter than me, even in those heels.
“I can’t stand other men even looking at you, Wrenn,” I growled.
Her lips found mine as we kissed, and I literally felt my anger melt away. I cupped her face with one hand, my other exploring her bare thigh. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around my waist. Hoisting her onto my hips, I pushed her back against the wall, desperate for more of her, anything she would give me. I was hard as fuck, and she giggled as her hand brushed past my erection, her eyes smiling up at me.
“I take it you like my dress?” she breathed, her mouth on mine.
“I’d prefer it off you,” I growled, my hand at the base of her head, raking through her long, dark hair. We kissed again, my hands running all over her curves. She gasped as I carried her over to her bed and threw her down.
“I don’t have a lock on my door,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“What are the chances someone is going to walk in on us?” I asked her, nuzzling her neck. She breathed in deeply as my fingers traced her inner thigh. My tongue began to circle her neck as I ran my index finger along her panties. I felt her legs clench against my hips as she let out a soft moan. “God, I want to taste you,” I muttered.
I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, over her legs, tossing them aside. I pushed her knees apart, chuckling at her mortified expression.
“Has anybody ever gone down on you before?” I asked, kissing her thigh.
She shook her head violently, making me laugh again.
“Just relax.”
I slowly kissed my way down her inner thigh, amazed at how soft her skin was. With each kiss she jumped, knowing that each kiss brought me closer to her sex. I breathed in her scent, running my tongue along the length of her pubic hair. She gasped, her back arching against the sensation of my tongue. Her legs curled around my shoulders, her hand raking through my hair.
God, she tastes good.