She wrinkles her nose at my lumpy couch. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re way past separate beds.”
“You don’t understand.” After my feet close the distance between us, I lower my mouth to hers. “I’m on fire for you, Briana.”
“That’s okay.” Her fingers thread through my hair. “I’m not at all tired.”
“Bree…”Use your words, Kade.
I’m a goner the moment she sucks my earlobe.
“Listen,” she whispers, “this—whatever it is—is a terrible idea. We’re way too different. But for now, for tonight, let’s escape.”
A laugh rumbles from my chest. “Different? Bree, we’re too much alike. Bossy. Arrogant. Ex-military…” Tilting my head, I grin. “Want me to keep going?”
My hands find her hips, guiding them to meet the ache straining my sweats. “Still can’t believe someone as beautiful as you would give a guy like me a second glance.”
She rolls her eyes. “Go on now. I’m a seven, at best.”
“Let’s agree to disagree.” Slowly, deliberately, I trace her jaw, my thumb sliding down her cheek.
“Pert nose. High cheekbones. And these lips?” I brush a kiss across them, then I shake my head. “You take my breath away.”
Her scoff makes me close it down with my finger. “Don’t. Honey, I keep staring, hoping to find a flaw.”
“And?” Suspicious eyes narrow under long lashes.
“I can’t.” My hand guides hers to the heat that never goes away when she’s near. “This is what you do to me, understand?”
Nodding, she swallows hard—and wraps her fingers around me, sending lightning through my spine.
“I changed my mind. Let’s do this.” As I drown in her gaze, a moment of hesitation flickers across her face.
Then, she inhales deeply, lust-filled eyes meeting mine. “Copy that.”
Green light given, my lips make love to hers. We take it deeper. Her moans coupled with her fingernails at the back of my neck, set me on fire. Mouths busy, I scoop up her ass as I stumble us down the hallway. Laughing, we bump into the wall. By some miracle, we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heated passion.
In seconds, her t-shirt’s gone, tossed somewhere. She yanks my briefs down, freeing me. Her bare skin presses against me, those soft curves massaging hard muscles. Lord help me, I can’t stop touching her. Butt, waist, breasts, thighs—I want all of her—everywhere.
As she arches, our nipples graze.
“Gotta. Slow. Down.” Barely able to breathe, I roll her on her back, pinning her wrists with one hand.
Pupils dark, ribcage heaving, she watches me while my heart pounds. “You are so freaking gorgeous.”
At the tiny shake of her head, my tongue journeys past her chin to her collarbone. Palms traverse her breasts. Calloused fingertips pinch her nipples until they pebble. Job well done, I scoot down the mattress, spread her feet, and toss her legs over my shoulders.
Holy shit. Her clit’s swollen. Aching for me.
She tastes incredible—tangy, sweet, pure Bree. As my tongue teases, her heels dig into my upper body. One suck later, her release rips through her. Limbs shaking, she tugs me by the hair.
“Inside me. Marine. Now.”
Already lined up, I plunge. Her body clenches, still trembling from her first release.
“Oh, man.” There’s no holding back. Fierce, steady, I drive us higher.
Ankles locked, hips tilting, she’s relentless as she moves with me. Deeper now, my world narrows. Just her. Just this. Climbing fast. No turning back. As I’m about to come, she grins wickedly and rolls us over.
Upright, head back, boobs bouncing, she straddles my hips.
