My skin tingles under his low praise. I shove it down deep into the growing mountain of other ignored feelings.
I turn to face him. “Your mom wants to move here.”
He doesn’t look even remotely surprised. “Good.”
“She wants a cottage on the property. This property,” I clarify. “She wants to be close because she wants to be a part of our babies’ lives.” I sink my fingers into my hair, rubbing the side of my head. I’m stressed and it shows. “She thinks we’re going to have babies, Briggs.” I groan. “This is a mess.” I glare at him. “And you need to start wearing a condom if we’re going to keep messing around.”
He gets a look I’m beginning to recognize in his eyes. A look of heat that tells me I’m close to trouble. Then he drawls, “If?”
“Yes, if!”
He steps into me. I step back. He steps in again and again I step back. I don’t realize he’s walked me into the tackle room until the door is closed and I’m trapped inside with him.
His pitch is dangerously low. “I love the little dresses you wear.”
My body responds physically to his words. My core clenches. I hate being empty when he’s so close.
Briggs dips his head to nip at the tender skin below my ear. His breath is so hot.
“Briggs…” I sigh his name.
He spins me around, pinning my back to the door with a palm in my belly before that palm drifts up to the strap of my dress. He slips a finger under and tugs slowly down my arm, his eyes on mine the entire time.
My belly is a mess of flips and flutters as he dips his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. I let out a sharp squeak at the feel of teeth. Briggs pulls away to warn, “Careful. Someone might hear.”
“Oh God.” I clap a hand over my mouth.
Briggs laughs like the devil he is before he lifts me up on the door, pinning me there with his body. He takes me into his mouth again as I wrap my legs around his waist. I can’t help myself as I roll my hips into the hard length of his arousal. The material of his jeans is rough against the thin, soft fabric of my panties—and I love it.
He kisses a blazing trail from my breast to my jaw. Then he takes my mouth in a kiss that steals all the air from my lungs.
“Briggs,” I moan when we break for air. I feel dizzy. Needy.
My hands move between us to fumble with hisbuckle as he comes in to kiss me again. I release it, then I pop the button on his jeans before shoving at the zipper. I pull his hot, hard length into my hand, stroking him as he groans into my mouth.
His fists twist into my dress, yanking the material up around my waist before he tugs my panties to the side. Then he lines up, sinking his tip into me before he stops suddenly.
My eyes fly open. “What?—?”
“No condom.” He’s breathing hard, but that devilish light in his eyes taunts me. “Guess we can’t.”
My fingers curl into his shirt as my core aches with an emptiness only he can fill.
“You’re a devil,” I accuse.
“I’ve been called worse.”
“You’re playing with fire.”
He pulls out before feeding me the tip again. I drop my head back against the door. Like a devil, he rumbles, “I like the burn.”
I know I shouldn’t, but I whisper, “Just one more time.”
Briggs grins as he sinks in deep.
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