Ishouldslow down—but hell, there’s a hole in my brake line.
Gasping, I cup the back of her head to gently lower us to the metal.
Side by side, her tongue tangles mine. I’m instantly addicted to raspberries, coffee, and something pure Bree. One taste isn’t nearly enough.
Buttons pop. Zippers slide. Clothes vanish. Skin to skin, our hands roam, each stroke ratcheting the tension tighter.
When her fingers wrap around my length, I hiss. Rolling her beneath me, I part her thighs with mine. As I reach between us, her thick swollen nub nearly makes me lose it.
“Flygirl. I’m about to—”
She grabs my cock, placing it at her entrance. “Don’t. Hold. Back.”
Jesus. She already knows me too damn well.
The beast inside me roars. “You sure?”
“Move it, Marine.” Her commanding tone leaves no room for doubt.
“Copy that.” I drive into her in one powerful thrust.
Her bucks make me piston harder. The truck rocks, the shocks groan, and our rhythm builds. Faster. Deeper. Hotter.
Neither of us gives in.
Fingertips digging into her hips, I grind against her, gasping. “Flygirl… on three.”
She grunts, “Oh, God.”
That’s one.
“Two…” I’m so close, stars burst behind my eyes.
Together, we shout, “Three!”
A flock of birds erupts from the trees as we detonate, shattering into bliss. My soul lifts clear off this earth. I swear—I see heaven.
Too soon, we float back to reality.
Somehow, I ended up flat on my back with her on top.
Propped on her elbows, hair mussed, eyes shining, she cups my cheeks. “Think we can make it to the bed for round two?”
I twitch inside her. “Doubtful.”
Chapter 39
Briana
Four months later
“Honey, I’m home.” Doing my best Jack Nicholson impression, I shrug off my jacket.
Kicking off my boots, I cross the freshly sanded oak floor. New cabinets line the wall. Granite covers the ones underneath.
Kade ducks out from under the sink, wrench in hand. “Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”
“Routine. But you?” I glide a hand over the stone. “Serious progress. These cabinets are amazing.”
