“Damn,” she mutters.
“Tate.” Ma motions for Tate to stand as soon as her hands are empty.
Wylder’s first to climb to his feet before he helps Tate to stand at his side.
“We’re getting married in two weeks,” Tate says as soon as she’s standing next to him.
The room erupts into joyful chatter and congratulations. I’m happy for my sister. She’s the happiest I’ve seen her in our entire lives. Shedeserves all the good things that are coming her way.
And with all eyes on her and the upcoming wedding, it takes some of the heat off me. No one’s going to be paying attention to every little movement between Iris and me. Instead of being under a microscope, we’ll fade into the background and get more privacy than I ever could’ve imagined possible.
“I’m starving,” Iris says, eyeing the plate of eggplant parm.
“Me too, but I’m saving room for dessert.” I stare at her profile, knowing exactly what I’m having.
She turns her dark-eyed gaze to me. “What is it?”
“You.”
16
IRIS
My bootbarely hits the floor before Brax has me pressed against the back of the door to his loft. “I’ve been dying to do this all day,” he says against my lips, his eyes searching mine for the same need I see in his.
“Me too,” I tell him, pulling at his coat to get all the layers of clothes off him.
I hate winter. The amount of clothes I need to wear always makes me feel claustrophobic, but never have I hated it more than in this moment.
Brax’s hands are fast as his lips find my neck, tasting the tender skin. Goose bumps break out across my flesh, which seems impossible underneath all the heavy clothes, but his mouth is like magic.
I let my head fall back against the door, giving him more access to my neck, but my fingers never stop working at his zippers and buttons. I don’t know if I’m getting anywhere because I’m too busy gettinglost in the feeling of him touching me and the warmth of his body pressed against mine in areas that have been begging for his touch since the day I met him.
His nose is cold against my skin as his lips move lower once my coat falls away and the deep V of my sweater becomes easily available to him. “Fuck it,” he mutters as his lips skate across my flesh.
His mouth vanishes, and my eyes snap open at the loss of his warmth against my skin. “What…” The words die in my throat as he strips off his shirt. I guess I was moving too slow for him. I tried my best, but it’s hard for my brain to work when all I can think about is his lips. My hands don’t work well without being told what to do. I haven’t had sex in so long, it is no longer something I can do without thinking.
I forgot how good the man looks without a shirt. In the dimly lit loft with so much want coursing through my veins, this man is a damn near masterpiece.
I’d never been one to find heavily tattooed men attractive, but on Brax, I want to lick each line until I have them memorized.
Thankfully, Brax doesn’t have a belt on tonight. Maybe he planned ahead, knowing this was how the night was going to end. Either way, I am a happy girl when his fingers make quick work of finishing what I began.
When his jeans hit the floor, I almost gasp. Not only is his cock large, which I knew because I’ve felthim up so many times and rode him in his truck like a couple of teenagers, but it is decorated.
I’ve never seen a piercing in anyone’s cock before. Never in my life did I think it would look like that, and I never thought the very sight would cause my mouth to water and my clit to ache.
“Wow,” I say, my voice all deep and full of need. “That’s…” I step forward, reaching out my hand because when I see something spectacular, I always want to touch it. I gaze up at him, unsure of proper protocol when confronted with something like this.
“You can touch it. That’s the point of being naked, Iris.”
I smile, rolling my eyes internally because, duh, of course it is. “I’ve just never seen…” I say as I bend my knees and lower to the floor to get a better look.
If a penis could hypnotize someone, I am definitely under its influence.
“Touch it,” Brax says in a rough voice.
I lift my hand toward the steel and touch it with the pad of my finger. The metal is warm against my skin. “Will it hurt me?” I ask, inspecting it from every angle possible.
