Her Kind of Trouble

“I bet the other bridesmaids were pissed when they heard you’d be maid of honor,” he said admiringly.

“You don’t need to butter me up, James.”

“Don’t I?”

“Nope.” Her gaze held his, and he was pretty damn sure that he wasn’t imagining the invitation in hers.

Well, happy birthday, Mr. President.

“In that case, maybe it’s time for me to bring out the big guns.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out the joint he’d rolled earlier.

“I see you’ve really committed to the whole rock-and-roll lifestyle.”

“You got a problem with that?”

She gave him a slow, steady head-to-toe appraisal. “Not in the least.”

He closed his eyes for a brief moment of thanks. Sometimes, out of nowhere, the universe delivered a perfect moment. He was going to grab this one with both hands and run with it.

* * *

VIVIAN WASN’T SURE if the limo was her idea or Seth’s. It was all a bit hazy in her mind after that first kiss on the balcony. One minute they’d been talking, then she’d been pressed up against the building with Seth’s body against hers and his tongue in her mouth.

And holy hell, could the man kiss.

He’d stormed her mouth and her body as though he owned her, and she’d been wet and desperate for him within seconds. The feel of him, hard and demanding against her belly, had her thinking of getting naked and horizontal pronto. Then he’d broken their kiss, taken her hand and led her to the stairs.

Now, he slipped the driver some money to take a walk. She shivered with anticipation as Seth opened the door and waved her inside.

“Madam.”

One word, but so loaded with promise she had to squeeze her thighs together to contain her excitement. She crawled onto the backseat, kneeling as he got in and closed the door.

“You’ll have to unzip me.” She offered him her back. It didn’t take three years of design school to know that precious little action would happen while she wore a figure-hugging, floor-length sheath.

“Totally on it,” Seth said, his hands on her zipper.

She felt the fabric loosen, and she wriggled until she’d pulled it off and draped it over the driver’s seat.

“Oh, man.” His gaze was avid as he stared at her cream-colored balconette bra and matching panties.

She loved the slightly dazed look in his eyes.

“Brace yourself, I’m climbing on board,” she said, slipping a leg over his body and straddling him.

“Permission to board granted. And anything else that strikes your fancy,” he said. “And speaking of fancy...”

She bit back a moan as his hands slid onto her satin-covered ass, curving his hands to the shape of her body as he pulled her close. They kissed, his hands massaging as she ground against his erection. He smoothed one hand up to the clasp of her bra, and seconds later she felt it slacken around her rib cage.

“You’ve done that before,” she murmured as she slipped the straps down her arms.

“I was a Cub Scout.” He swore under his breath as her bra fell from her breasts. “Vivian, seriously. Could you be any freakin’ hotter?”

She didn’t get a chance to respond because he leaned forward and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and she was lost.

Utterly gone.

Never had a man’s mouth on her breasts felt so good. Hot and wet, his teeth and tongue teasing her. She gripped handfuls of his hair and held him in place, riding the waves of desire sweeping through her. Then he slid a hand onto her belly and beneath her panties and took her to a whole new level.

The feel of his clever fingers between her thighs was crazy-making, the pressure both too much and not enough. She started to pant, and when he slid a finger inside her she gave a low, guttural moan.

“These have to go,” he said, and she heard a rip as he tore her panties off.

A part of her wanted to laugh at how mad and desperate it all was—the cramped quarters, him tearing her clothes off, their harsh breathing. But then he found her with his thumb at the exact moment that he bit her nipple and she was too busy coming, her head dropping forward as she clutched at his shoulders, needing an anchor to keep her earthbound.

Moments later she opened her eyes to find him watching her with a huge grin on his face.

“Like a handheld flare,” he said.

“Sorry?”

He reached for the buckle on his trousers. “I’ll explain later.”

She stared as he slipped himself free from his pants. Wow. This was going to be good.

“Want to do the honors?” He held up a condom.

She smiled, relieved that they weren’t going to have to have that battle. “Don’t mind if I do.”

She pulled the latex from the foil, slipped it over the head of his very hard erection and smoothed it on. The moment she rolled it home, she took him in hand and guided him to her entrance. Holding his eye, she slid onto him in one slippery, wet rush.

His breath sighed out on a wordless exclamation, and when she started to move, his hands tightened on her hips. He felt so good inside her, so thick. Desire tightened inside her again, stoked higher by every stroke of his body. He drew her closer, tonguing her nipples. She tilted her hips and ground herself against him, one hand on his shoulder for balance.

For long moments there was only the sound of their breathing and their bodies coming together. He reached between them, finding her with his thumb again, and she keened desperately, so, so close to coming a second time.

Her movements became urgent, fervent, as she raced toward oblivion. This time he went with her, his hips surging off the seat, his hands dragging her down as he buried himself, his body shuddering. Her body tightened around his as she climaxed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him deeply.

She lay limp as a rag doll on his shoulder for what felt like a long time afterward, trying to muster the energy to move. So many things to do—get rid of the condom, get dressed, check her makeup, go back to the reception—but she was so boneless with sated pleasure she could barely blink.

“How you doing there?” he said, his voice a rumble near her ear.

She pushed herself off his chest, letting out a gentle sigh. “I’m pretty good. How about you?”

“Fair to middling.”

They began to laugh, then a car started nearby and they both ducked instinctively.

“Shit. What time is it? People must be leaving already,” Vivian said.