10 Ways to Handle the Best Man. Heidi Rice
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got a hell of an attitude on you.’ Cynicism edged the word and a muscle twitched in his jaw. ‘But then, I like attitude in a lady.’ The tingles in her arm sunk beneath her belly button at the heat in his voice. ‘Especially in bed. It gives me that much more to tame.’
She jerked her elbow free this time, her sympathy evaporating—unlike the bloody tingles.
Tame, my arse.
‘I’d strongly suggest you don’t try to tame me. Or you’re liable to get more than you bargained for.’
He laughed. ‘Is that a promise, Sabrina?’
‘Hardly,’ she mumbled, the pithy slap-down she wanted eluding her while his gaze, bold and deliberately insolent, drifted down to her cleavage.
She’d chosen the electric-blue silk jersey dress because it was the perfect combination of chic and sexy, and yet sophisticated enough for London’s oldest eating establishment, where everyone from Dickens to Betjeman had dined over the past two hundred years. But as her nipples swelled into hard peaks—poking out through her bra and the clingy silk—she felt about as sophisticated as Lady Godiva.
‘I guess we better get this shit out the way first.’ He glanced towards the salon—where everyone was now seated, and waiting for them. ‘We can discuss your attitude problem later.’
He took her arm again in the same firm, proprietary grip—which she couldn’t get out of without causing a scene.
‘I don’t have an attitude problem,’ she hissed, as he escorted her into the salon.
Holding out her chair, Connor leaned over, crowding her while she took her seat. ‘Behave,’ he murmured ominously, before tucking the chair under her butt.
She caught Libby’s cheeky grin from the head of the table as Connor sat in the chair beside her, his muscular thigh touching hers.
Libby demonstrated a length of at least a foot between her two index fingers—like a fisherman exaggerating his catch—her grin going from cheeky to naughty. Then she mimed the word Awesome.
Sabrina mimed the words Piss off back.
And decided evisceration was far too good for her best friend.
* * *
‘Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with your food?’ The husky comment shivered down Sabrina’s spine.
She put down her fork as her gaze connected with the mischievous blue twinkle in the eyes of the man beside her—who had been tormenting her with a series of similarly whispered criticisms through five never-ending courses of cordon bleu cuisine.
‘Didn’t your mum ever tell you not to harass women while they’re eating?’ she countered through the lump of something hot and unyielding in her throat—which had stopped her from swallowing more than a few bites of her meal.
The sensual line of his lips curled and his gaze sharpened. ‘My mom wasn’t real big on rules.’
‘Why does that not surprise me?’
He lifted his arm in slow motion, moved it beneath the table and a warm palm landed on her knee.
Sabrina jolted, shocked not just by the contact but the answering spike in her pulse rate.
‘Surprised yet?’ he asked.
‘Not at all,’ she said, but her knee trembled as he squeezed.
‘Liar.’
She shivered, sure she could feel the calluses on the ridge of his palm as it moved up her leg.
‘You seem kind of jumpy, Sabrina.’ His palm slid under the silky material of her dress. ‘Why is that?’
‘I think you know why, Connor.’ Delicious tingles radiated up the inside of her thigh under his trailing fingers.
Fine, if he wanted to play, she’d play. They were in a restaurant, surrounded by his family and her friends–how far could he go?
A lot further than you’d anticipated came the indisputable reply as his palm rose higher in devastatingly slow increments, undaunted. The flickering candlelight seemed to cloak them in a strange sort of anonymity in the crowded room—plus nobody was paying them any attention.
Even Libby, who had been checking up on her and Connor with alarming regularity throughout the evening—and sending not-remotely-subtle encouragement via her hyperactive eyebrows—was busy ignoring them while she fed Jamie spoonfuls of white-chocolate brownie.
‘Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,’ he taunted as the rough palm climbed perilously close to the juncture of her thighs.
Sabrina shuddered—and clamped her knees together, trapping his wandering fingers before the hot, unyielding lump in her stomach plummeted any further south.
One dark brow lifted fractionally, his thumb stroking in slow circles as he made no move to remove his hand. But then she had to admit she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted him to. The slow curl of his lips as he watched her reaction was an impossibly tempting invitation to sin.
‘I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me.’ She squeezed his trapped fingers to emphasise the point. Given all the spin classes she did religiously he ought to be feeling quite contrite by now, but he didn’t even flinch.
‘And I don’t remember asking for it.’ His fingers flexed as his thumb slid perilously close to the sensitive seam of flesh at the top of the thigh where the edge of her knickers lay.
Her lungs clogged, electricity shimmering towards her already throbbing clitoris.
‘Surely your mother must have mentioned the rule about not groping women in public?’ she demanded, disguising her breathlessness. She hoped.
The glint in his eye took on a feral gleam. ‘Open your legs, Sabrina.’
Her thigh muscles quaked at the command, but she shook her head. ‘I think that would be dangerous.’
‘What are you so scared of? That you’ll like it?’
The challenging taunt struck right at the heart of all her insecurities. Carl had always accused her of being too safe, too boring. And her parents had told her on numerous occasions she lacked fire, lacked courage.
Her muscles loosened and she spread her knees to make a point. But before she had a chance to rethink the sudden burst of recklessness, his hand cupped the damp gusset of her panties. And all thinking stopped.
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