“Reese! I’m going to throw up.” The ground beneath me begins to spin as he carries me up the stairs and into the house. I bring one hand up and cover my eyes. “I’m serious. Can you not go all caveman on me right now? Drunk Dylan is getting dizzy.”
He shifts me in his arms, bringing me down and cradling me against his chest. I immediately stick my face in his neck and inhale, wrapping my arms around him as we begin the climb up the second set of stairs. I feel his lips on my forehead. “Must you always challenge me? You know it makes me crazy.”
“Mmm. I love you, too.” I press kisses to his neck, feeling the vibration of his growl against my lips. “Do you like my shoes?” I ask, kicking my feet in the air as he pushes the door to our bedroom open. I tilt my head up and see his eyes darken, feeling his intensity hit me like a bullet.
“Very. I want them digging into my back while I fuck the breath out of you.”
Holy Hell. Yes. Tonight. Please.
He drops me on my feet at the foot of the bed, keeping his arms wrapped around my back. I drop my head against his chest with a soft thump.
“How much did you have to drink?”
“Not sure. A few bottles, maybe,” I reply, keeping my head down. Definitely a few bottles. I hear his gruff exhale, prompting me to raise my head. “Relax, Mr. Sassypants. I was only slightly tipsy shaking my ass at the club.” I cover my mouth with my hand, muffling my giggle. Mr. Sassypants. Good one.
“That gives me no comfort, Dylan.”
I drop my hand and wrap it around his waist. “Well, what did you guys do tonight? I’m sure you weren’t angels.”
Keeping me in his arms, he turns us so the back of my legs hit the bed. “We went out to dinner and then came back here.”
I turn my head up to him. “That’s it? What kind of a bachelor party is that?”
“I didn’t care about having a bachelor party; you know that. Now, stop talking and get on the bed.”
Oh, hello, bossy Reese.
I bite my lip to contain my smile, doing as I’m told and stretching out on my back. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
He leans over me, grabbing the hem of my dress with both hands. “No,” he sternly replies as he tugs my dress in separate directions, ripping it up the middle.
“No?”
His hands move higher underneath the material, brushing against my upper thigh. His eyes lock onto mine. “No,” he repeats, pulling again and splitting my dress even higher. My garter and panties are revealed to him in the process. His eyes appreciate the sight with an endearing caress while his lips remain in a hard line.
“What do you mean ‘no’? You said you wanted me digging into you with my shoes.” Bending my knee back, I press the sole of my heeled foot against his crotch and apply the tiniest bit of pressure. Keeping one hand on my dress, his other grabs my ankle and he gives me a warning look. I shoot him one back, my tipsy state giving me the courage I need. “I want to get fucked. By you.” In case clarification is needed.
He pushes my foot down and grabs the two halves of my dress, locking eyes with me as he yanks the remaining material apart, exposing me completely. I lay underneath him, practically naked, and I see the struggle in his eyes to stay angry with me. But he manages. “You’re not coming tonight, Dylan. Not after going out in public in this shit.” He pulls the shredded material out from underneath me and tosses it onto the floor. “And don’t even think about trying to handle that situation on your own. If I hear one moan or sexy little whimper out of you, I’ll spend the rest of the night withholding your orgasm.”
My eyes widen at his threat. Shit. That sucks. He’s crazy-good at that. I cross my arms over my chest, blocking his undeserved view as he brings my foot in front of him, his fingers working the strap around my ankle. “Whatever. If I don’t get off, then you don’t get off either. You’ll be suffering as much as I will.”