“I can’t, Brynn. I fuckingcan’t.”
“Why? Am I that terrible? Am I that awful? Do I look horrific on canvas?” She dashes tears away from her cheek with the back of her hand.
I shake my head, not knowing what to do or say. How did I get into this mess with her? I’m attracted to her, and I’m not sure if I’m allowed to be. It’s driving me insane, trying to figure her out.
“You drive me crazy,” I yell, dropping the pencil. “I don’t know what to do with you. One day you’re wearing a shirt that says ‘Fuck Off,’ and then you’re kissing me like you need air and my mouth is oxygen. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to read you?”
Her lips tremble. She crosses her arm over her chest and rises. She turns around, facing me, and I see she has one breast clutched in a palm, and the other pressed against her forearm. In both cases, neither has enough surface area to properly cover her. Below her chest is a toned stomach and a cute-as-fuck belly button.
“You should drive me home,” she says, her face cold. If there weren’t still tears pouring from her eyes, I’d say she were made of stone.
“Are you going to run away from me, Brynn? From this?”
“What should I do? Continue to sit there and watch you not look at me? You’re supposed to be painting me and you can’t stand to look in my direction.”
“Fuck, Brynn. I think you might be a few bricks shy of a load.” My hands ball into fists. “Of course I can’t look at you. How can I? I never know where I am with you. You’re sitting there on that stool, and I can see your breasts, Brynn. They’re incredible, and you look even more incredible with your hair falling onto your shoulders. I can see your nipple peeking out from behind your arm, and of course it has to be the most delicious looking nipple I’ve ever seen in my life, and I have no idea if I can have it.” I’m nearly out of breath, but I manage to add, “So there. That’s why I can’t look at you.”
Brynn watches me, her lips parting enough to leave a space in the center of them. Her chest rises and falls, her chin tips up slightly. She licks her upper lip and moves the arm that covers her.
The air rushes from my lungs. If I ever thought I knew beauty before this moment, I was wrong. Beauty is Brynn right now, opening up her heart and her body.
“Touch me, Connor.”
She doesn’t have to ask me more than once. In seconds I’m in her space, grabbing her face and moving over her mouth. I want all of her, every moan and every whispered request, every flicker of her tongue and every taste.
I lift her, and her legs encircle my waist. I carry her down the hall, breaking our kiss, and replacing her tongue in my mouth with what started all this. She gasps and her thigh muscles tense.
“Connor,” she groans against the side of my head.
I take her through my bedroom door and straight to the bed. We fall on it together and she laughs, a carefree and happy sound.
Brynn is a present, wrapped in bows, and I want to untie her slowly, but it’s hard to go slow when I learn how much I like to hear her call out my name. Before I’m inside her, I’ve made her call my name three times. She smiles each time she comes down from the high, and her glossy eyes are sated.
When I slide into her, she sighs and looks up at me.
Brynn’s eyes are a gateway to her feelings, and now I know what her eyes look like when I’m inside her.
* * *
I lovethe curve of Brynn’s lower back. It’s sexy and womanly, a dip before the beautiful curve of her ass begins. I can’t help but admire that part of her anatomy also. She’s on her stomach, her arms stretched out above her and disappearing under a pillow.
If it weren’t for waking up to her this morning, I might need someone to tell me that last night happened. Unbelievable. There is no better feeling than being inside Brynn. Her body was made for mine, I’m certain of it. I’ve had sex enough to know that it doesn’t usually feel that way. Sure, it felt good enough to get the job done, but not like that. Like there’s a special place inside her only I can fill. Not just physically, either. I swear I’m the right person for her heart, too.
I need breakfast. She will also, once she wakes up. I’m not sure when that will be. We were up again at two in the morning. Brynn reached for me, climbing on top, and ten minutes later we were both satisfied and on our way to dreamland.
I get out of bed, trying to be as quiet as I can. Pulling on sweats, I head to the kitchen and start the coffee. I’m at the stove, flipping pancakes, when Brynn walks in.
“Good morning,” she says.
I turn around to say hi, but the greeting dies on my lips. Brynn is naked, gloriously naked, and standing in my kitchen in full sunlight.
“I was afraid you’d be embarrassed or shy this morning,” I manage to say.
She tips her head to the side and smirks, walking closer. Her breasts bounce with the steps. “And why would I be?”
“Uh, well,” I look to the pan, at the golden pancakes that soon will be burned. Grabbing the handle, I quickly dump them onto the plate next to the stove. Brynn reaches around me, grabs a perfect, fluffy pancake, and tears off a piece. She brings it to her lips, blows gently, and pops it into her mouth.Lucky pancake.
“We did some things last night that you might not want to talk about in the light of day. I thought you might wake up and regret them.”
