34 CHAPTER TEN

"Uh oh," I whisper, hearing Juls' and Joey's muffled laughs next to me. My eyes widen as Reese makes his way down the stairs, walking between Ian and Billy who both stand. I step to my left and slide behind my very tall assistant, concealing my inappropriate outfit. Like that will do me any good. One, he's already seen it, and two, it's Reese; nothing stands in his way of me.

Joey steps aside and looks over at me with raised eyebrows. "Are you nuts? He'll chuck me across the street to get to you."

I open my mouth to argue but close it when I realize he's probably right.

"You four look like you've had a nice time. I think Brooke wins for most drunk," Ian says with a teasing tone, crooking his finger and motioning for Juls to come to him. Juls immediately begins walking as Brooke moves past her and practically trips up the stairs, laughing in the process.

Joey leans over and kisses the top of my head. "Good luck, cupcake." He moves away from me and grabs Billy's hand. Billy winks at me over his shoulder before leaning in and kissing Joey.

"Oh, thanks a lot. Way to stick with your fellow woman," I yell out, seeing everyone turn and laugh at me as Reese stops inches away. I can practically feel the irritation boiling off him, radiating in waves directly onto me. I customarily tug the hem of my dress down, knowing full well it won't do me any good now, and then I look at him, all 6 foot 3 inches of him. He's so hot when he's angry that I momentarily consider wearing dresses like this daily, consequences be damned. This look is worth it. I'm certain there is no other man who can command attention the way Reese does, especially when he's pissed. I glance up at him from underneath my lashes, connecting briefly with his eyes before dropping my gaze and letting it take in his casual-yet-ridiculously-sexy polo shirt and khakis. "Hi. You look nice."

Understatement of the century. Reese has probably never looked nice a day in his life.

He steps into me, flattening my body against the limo and letting me know that even though he's about to freak the hell out on me for my dress selection, because that's what he does, he can't deny the way I affect him. I let out a soft gasp as he presses his lips to my temple. "What the fuck are you wearing, Dylan?"

"Uh, a dress. You never labeled this one."

"That's because I never fucking saw it," he growls. "Did you really think I'd be okay with you wearing this out tonight? This shit barely covers you."

I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him against me tighter. Harder. Wanting to feel the desire that is betraying his anger right now. It really is the only thing saving me from a Reese-style flip-out. Besides, I'd much rather get fucked in the traditional sense as opposed to verbally. If I can get my hands on an advantage here, I'm taking it.

I tilt my head up, my drunken smile spreading across my face. "I think you're very okay with me wearing this right now, handsome. Your massive and very-loved boner is giving you away. And just so you know, I'm not attached to this dress, so feel free to rip it apart." I slide my hand down between us, stroking him through his pants.

He grabs my hand and halts me, pinning it against my body. "No playing for you tonight, love. Not after this stunt." He bends down and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder while keeping one hand on my ass; no doubt to make sure it remains covered.

"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."

He drops my shoe onto the floor and arches his brow at me. "Is that right?"

"Yes," I state with a clipped tone. My other shoe gets tossed over his shoulder, but I don't care where because all my attention is drawn down to his hands as he works his cock free and begins stroking it. I gasp and reach out for it, my mouth watering at the sight. "Oh, my God. Let me do that."

"No." He lets his khakis slide down to mid-thigh as he stares at my body, his hand working his glorious cock. I've never seen Reese jerk off before, and I'm kicking myself for never requesting that he do it in front of me. This is insanely hot, probably one of the hottest things to witness. His upper body is flexed completely, every muscle bulging out at me, screaming for my hands. And then there's his cock.

That. Cock.

So desperately hard and making my pussy ache with a stark need, because it belongs there. He strokes it leisurely, letting this moment last as his breathing becomes irregular. Sweet Jesus. I begin to pant right along with him.

I sit up, putting my face at the perfect height. "Fuck my mouth."

He pushes me back down and continues pulling his cock. "No."

"What? Why?"

"Because you get off on that. And I told you, you're not coming tonight."

Goddamn it. Why do I have to enjoy sucking him off so much?

Because it's awesome.

I grunt my irritation, slipping a hand between my legs. He grabs my wrist with his free hand and pins it against my body, angling himself over me. "I told you no," he grates out through clenched teeth, his lips curling back and revealing them to me. "You knew I wouldn't approve of that dress, so why did you wear it?"

My eyes stay glued to the hand around his cock, ignoring everything else around me. I see the veins in his arms jut out as he gives me the biggest tease of my life.

"Dylan."

"Huh?" I croak, reaching up and placing my hand to my chest. It's heaving, forcefully pushing against my palm. He slows his stroking, prompting me to look into his eyes. "I wanted you to rip it."

His eyes widen, sparkling with curiosity.

I swallow the uncomfortable lump that's lodged itself in my throat before explaining myself. "I… I think it's really hot when you get all crazy over what I wear. You like showing me who has control, but I see you struggling with it when you see me in outfits like that. I like knowing I can do that to you. You're not easily unraveled."

He releases my wrist and grips my hip, digging into my skin as he slides me closer to him. He's hovering above me, close enough to touch, but he won't let me. His face relaxes slightly. "Your body belongs to me. When you wear shit like that and I'm not around, other men think they have a shot at what's mine. They don't. And I'm half-tempted to go to that club and kill every motherfucker in there who looked at you."

I place my hand on his chest, lightly applying pressure. "Hey. It was just a stupid dress. Are you going to act like this on Saturday and go on a killing spree at the Whitmore? The bride gets a lot of attention on her big day."

One eyebrow raises. "Are you planning on wearing something like that?" I smile sweetly and shake my head, my eyes dropping to watch him return to his task. "You want to see me lose control?"

"Yes," I answer breathlessly.

His eyes roll closed and he starts stroking faster, gripping tighter, breathing heavier. I can only lie back and watch, completely fascinated and way the hell turned on. "Fuck," he pants, eyes flashing open. "You unravel me every second, love. Every time I look at you." He groans loudly, finding his release and shooting it onto my stomach. His nostrils flare as his eyes slowly reach my face. "My eyes only. Remember that."

I nod, unable to form a verbal response. My mouth is too dry for words at the moment.

He straightens up and lets his pants and boxers fall to the floor, stepping out of them. His shirt is removed next and I watch in complete awe as he walks toward the bathroom, his glorious, bare ass tempting me to give my clit the attention it's screaming for. "Don't even think about it."

His voice cuts into my lustful thoughts and I stop myself from responding with a lie. Because that's exactly what it would be. I was thinking about it; it's hard not to at the moment. He returns with a small towel and proceeds to wipe me clean.

"Reese?"

"Yeah?" He chucks the towel across the room, returning his eyes to mine. And there it is, that endearing look he seems to reserve just for me. The look that makes my heart swell against my ribs. No tension in his face, no tight lips or creased brow, just him. The man I'm going to marry.

I turn and glance at the alarm clock. I was originally going to threaten to withhold his orgasm someday, but that look of his totally gets to me. Like it always does. "Six days."

His eyes flick quickly to his left, verifying what I've just told him. A light smile touches his lips as he climbs onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. He taps his lap, eyes soft and no longer laced with anything besides affection. I can't resist that look. And I want my spot. Crawling into his lap, I lay my cheek against his chest and nuzzle away. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer before he bunches the covers around my waist. My favorite smell in the world fills me, intoxicating me further, and I feel my body relax into his as my sexual frustrations slip away.

"So, Juls said this account with Bryce was worth a lot of money. Is that why you're doing it?"

I feel his fingers play with the ends of my hair as it falls down my back. "No. I'd never work with somebody who made you uncomfortable because I want to get paid. It's just really important, that's all."

I lean back, not feeling satisfied with his cryptic answer. "Why?"

We stare at each other for several seconds before he speaks. "Do you trust me?" My back stiffens and he notices, prompting him to grab my hips and pull me closer. "Do you?"

"Yes."

"Then trust me when I say it's important. I can't talk to you about it; not yet, anyway. But I will. I promise I'll tell you everything when it's all said and done."

I don't understand how any part of Reese's job can be secretive; he's an accountant, not in the mob. But I do trust him. Completely. So I'm not going to question this. "Promise me something?"

He smiles cunningly. "Depends on what it is."

I grab his face and lean in, brushing my lips against his. "Don't do anything that would keep you from marrying me. I will be a very angry bride if you spend our wedding day in jail."

He laughs against my mouth. "Nothing could keep me away, love."

I drop my head back down and close my eyes.

Nothing could keep me away either.