Baiting the Maid of Honor (2 page)

moan escaping past her lips.

“You call that a moan?”

Chapter Two

From his position in the shadows, Reed Lawson watched the blonde spin around on a gasp. When he

finally got a good look at her face, it took every ounce of his willpower to retain his casual lean

against the stone building.
Fucking gorgeous
. She’d walked out of the restaurant onto the deserted

patio, moaning and massaging herself in a way that would put a porn star to shame. Dressed in pink

silk that revealed her sun-kissed legs to perfection, he’d been more than happy to let her put on a

private show just for him. Until that dress slipped a little too high on those sexy thighs and he’d felt an

annoying stab of guilt. Now he wished he’d just gone inside the damn restaurant to the party he was

dreading. Wished he hadn’t made her turn around.

Because now he wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he got an up-close look.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed with a Southern twang that oozed old money. “I thought I was out here all

alone.”

“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed the show.” He pushed off the wall and stepped into the light, watching

as she took his measure. Her chin had gone up a notch at his less-than-gentlemanly comment, making

her perusal of him appear condescending, which it likely was. Reed almost laughed. That look had

been directed at him so many times, it felt like an old friend.
Yeah, I look more like a criminal than a

SWAT team commander. Look your fill, hot legs.
“Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and seen

what happened next.”

She gave him a sexy little pout that wasn’t designed to make him hard, but it sure as hell had. “You

would have been sorely disappointed.” The night breeze sent the material of her thin dress swaying

over her curves and he almost groaned out loud. Her gaze swept him, head to toe, just as those

nipples grew stiff beneath the silk. Did she like what she saw, instead of the usual response he

received from girls like her, hightailing it in the opposite direction? Against his will, his interest

grew. He was transfixed by her mouth as she spoke again.

“I came out to get some air, not put on a show for some shadow lurker.”

One corner of his lips jumped. “Shadow lurker?”

With a sound of irritation, the blonde whirled on her high heels and clicked toward the wooden

railing. Disregarding him. Or at least she was making an attempt to do so. Her hands made their way

up to that wealth of bright hair again, piling it on top of her head with jerky movements, the delicate

muscles of her exposed back shifting in the moonlight. Even from this distance, Reed could see she

was tense. About what?
Who cares? Go inside. Leave her be.

Instead, he found himself wondering what had sent her out here in the first place. Weren’t women

who looked like her supposed to
enjoy
parties? Being catered to and flirted with? Served? That final

thought brought to mind a vision of her serving him instead, that pouty mouth making magic between

his thighs while he instructed her on what he liked.

Jesus.
He didn’t get the attraction. In her expensive-looking dress and diamond earrings, she

practically screamed “pampered and privileged.” He’d never gone for that type. Usually went for the

exact opposite, actually. Low-maintenance women who knew the score. He didn’t have any interest in

catering to the whims of some Southern debutante afraid to break a nail in bed. Women like her didn’t

dirty their hands with men like him. He’d learned that at a very young age growing up on the wrong

side of Manchester, Tennessee. It had never bothered him before. He never spared those women a

second glance. Now?

He couldn’t look away from this one.

She’d wedged a clip between her teeth, attempting to pin her hair up. After several failed attempts,

she gave up and let her hands fall to rest on the rail. Reed found himself moving toward her, deciding

that once he saw her up close, he’d finally head inside. She wouldn’t affect him as much once she hit

him with the full force of her snootiness. Those pretty features would transform with distaste and he’d

be free to walk.

“Need some help?” The gruff question escaped him before he could stop it, but he was rewarded

for asking when she shivered, goose bumps becoming visible along her neck and shoulders. He had to

curl his hands into fists to keep from touching her skin. It would be soft. He didn’t need a hands-on

experiment to determine that, but he goddamn wanted one.
Turn around and roll your eyes at me.

Let’s get this over with.

“Help with what?” The sound of wind whispering through the trees nearly swallowed her husky

question. “My hair?”

Damn
. It hadn’t been his imagination. If she hadn’t turned tail and traipsed her way back inside by

now, this instant attraction didn’t end with him. Was it possible a hot-to-trot sex kitten existed under

that silk-and-pearls ensemble? Only one way to find out. Settling his hands on either side of her, he

brought his body within inches of hers. “I don’t do hair, pixie,” he rasped against her ear. “Unless

you’d like it pulled.”

Her indrawn breath sent lust curling in his gut. His cock strained against the front of his dress pants

and he wanted more than anything to press her into the railing with his hips. Maybe even pick her up

with an arm around her waist and give her a hot little dry run through their clothes. Entice her into the

real thing.

Ever so slightly, possibly out of curiosity, she let her back connect with his chest. With difficulty,

he managed to stand perfectly still, watching over her shoulder as her breasts rose and fell, that

supple flesh swelling over the top of her dress. When she spoke, her voice stoked the fire inside of

him, blistering his insides. “Now, why would I want that?”

“If you have to ask, you need it worse than you think.”

Hoping like hell the move wouldn’t send her screaming, kind of wishing it would, Reed let his

fingertips make contact with the top of her back. Still, she didn’t turn around or say a damn word to

stop him. He couldn’t believe it. Not her acceptance of his touch, not the incredible softness he

encountered. Who felt like this? Heat rushing through his veins, he very slowly trailed his fingers up

her neck and let them tangle in her hair. As he’d seen her do earlier, he massaged her scalp, growling

low in his throat when she loosened her neck and let his hand support her head fully. Giving him

control. This time, she didn’t moan. She panted.

“You’d best stop me now, unless you want to find out what you need.”

“I—” He tugged gently so he could see her upturned face and it nearly sent him over the fucking

edge. Pink-stained cheeks, damp mouth, heavy eyelids. She looked on the verge of climax, just from

his hand in her hair. Christ, who
was
this girl? “I…” she started again, breathlessly.

Reed gripped the strands of her hair and pulled.

A broken sob fell from her mouth as she spun away from Reed, giving him no choice but to let go of

her hair. Moonlight spilled over her aroused body, illuminated her shocked face. His instincts told

him to reach for her, but common sense kept him rooted to the ground. Finally,
finally
, distaste crept

into her expression. For him. Too bad it had come too late. He felt on the verge of imploding with the

severe need she’d stirred up in him.

“Are you always this inappropriate?” She spat the words at him. “Even when a lady has shown

exactly zero interest?”

“Baby, if that was zero, I can’t wait to see what ten looks like.”

She laughed a little hysterically. “I guess they’ll let just about anyone stay at this resort. Good thing

it’s big enough I won’t have to see you again.”

“Good thing,” he called after her.

Oh, they would be seeing each other again. Real soon.

…

Still buzzing with restlessness and adrenaline after her encounter with the strange man on the patio,

Julie rejoined her friends at their table. What in blue blazes had just taken place? Surely she’d

dreamed that entire encounter, because ladies didn’t let strange men pull their hair. They didn’t let

any
man pull their hair, for that matter. And they sure as heck didn’t
like
it.

The moment she’d seen him leaning against the building in the darkness should have been the same

moment she returned to the party without a backward glance. Instead, the challenge in his eyes had

kept her outside. With his hard, commanding form and irreverent air, he’d
wanted
to make her

nervous. Expected it. So she’d simply refused. Big mistake. She could still feel his powerful hand in

her hair, supporting her, soothing her…then treating her to a combination of unexpected pleasure and

pain. The memory of it made her body heat with renewed desire, made awareness spread everywhere

it shouldn’t. Not for that man whose taunts still rang in her ears.

A series of feminine sighs broke out around the table, drawing her attention. Kady’s fiancé, Colton,

stood at the entrance flanked by four men as he consulted with the hostess. The groomsmen were

crashing the bachelorette party? Her fingers itched to pull out the wedding agenda and remind them

they were supposed to be elsewhere, doing man stuff, but Kady’s pleased smile stopped her.

“Oh, look! There’s my hot chunk of man love now.” Kady grimaced. “Sorry, Sophie.”

Sophie waved off the apology. “This champagne is definitely softening the blow of hearing you

objectify my brother.”

“Aw, you’re a good sport,” Kady said, edging around the table and taking off toward her future

husband with open arms, slightly unsteady in her high heels. “Come to mama!”

Her friend’s obvious joy easing her unsettled mood, Julie reached for the bottle of champagne, but

her hand froze before she could make contact.

No
, it couldn’t be. The tall, broody shadow lurker from the patio had just joined the group of

groomsmen.
He
was the last-minute addition to the wedding party? Quickly, she called to mind the

frantic research she’d done on Colton’s childhood friend. Reed Lawson, thirty-one. Also known as

the gigantic pain in her backside who’d sent her scrambling when he’d agreed to attend the festivities

in the eleventh hour. An Atlanta-based SWAT team commander.

Atlanta. The same city she lived in. What were the odds of a chance encounter in the darkness so

far from their mutual hometown?

As Colton, the groom, pulled him into a manly, back-slapping embrace, Reed looked over at her

and winked.

Chapter Three

With Kady out of earshot, Regan leaned forward in her seat. “All right, tell me about these

groomsmen so I can decide on the lucky one who gets to see me naked.”

Julie was still recovering from her shock over Reed Lawson and the shadow lurker being one and

the same, yet somehow her immediate, anxious internal answer to Regan’s question was
not him
. For

the second time in one evening, she frowned. That reaction simply wouldn’t do. Somehow, after

exchanging only a handful of words, he’d found a way to get under her skin, and she wanted him gone.

Julie didn’t date too often—she simply didn’t have the time between work and being a veritable

errand girl for her parents—but on the rare occasion she enjoyed the company of a man, manners

were minded. Compliments were paid. Frowns never entered the equation.

At once, she could feel a familiar warm tingle at the back of her neck. The same tingle she’d felt on

the patio when he approached her from behind. Was he watching her again? It bothered her that she

should have such mindfulness for someone she didn’t like. She needed to do something about it before

it went any further.

“I’m in.” She blurted the words, ignoring Christine’s surprised and slightly panicked look. “We’re

on vacation, right? I want to be seen naked, too.”

Regan rubbed her hands together. “Things just got interesting.”

Julie carefully set her champagne flute down on the glass tabletop. Attempting a casual pose, she

draped her arm over the back of her chair and turned slightly to view the men.

Her eyes locked with
his
. And held.

“Looks like Julie’s made her pick.” Regan laughed while topping off her drink. “You sure about

that one? He is tall, troubled, and dangerously sexy. Not your usual type.” She tilted her head.

“Although maybe he’s
exactly
what you need.”

Christine cleared her throat, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. “I agree. He’s definitely the

one you should pick, Julie. So that’s settled, right? I vote for a topic change.”

Regan and Julie exchanged concerned glances over Christine’s odd behavior. It wasn’t like level-

headed, career-focused Christine to become flustered. “No. It’s not settled.” Julie quickly scanned the