“Oh my God.It’s stunning, Brody.I had no idea you could do this.”
Having her appreciate his art meant everything.“It’s the canvas, babe.You’re the one who’s stunning.”
She looked away shyly.What the fuck… she doesn’t believe me.“Come here,” he said standing, offering her his hand.
When she stood, he led her to the mirror in the corner.“What do you see, Drea?”He knew his voice sounded gruff, but holy fuck, she was naked wearing his artwork.
“I see your incredible masterpiece.”
“I don’t.I see you Drea.I see the kindness in your eyes.I see hands that have worked harder than most.I see that perfect mouth which has broken my heart and sucked on my cock.I see the curve of your breast, and the sexy-as-fuck flare of your hips that makes me want to grip them and take you from behind where we stand… logistics of dating a Shortcake notwithstanding.”He slid his hand back between her legs, relishing the wetness and the sound of her gasp.
He slid a finger deep inside her and watched her eyes widen.Drea pushed back against him, the sensation of skin on skin breathtaking.
He withdrew his finger and ran it straight through the middle of the lines he’d painted.
“No,” Drea squealed.“Don’t ruin it,” she said, batting his hands away.
“I don’t intend to ruin it,” he said, lifting her into his arms and carrying her back to the bed.“I intend to eat it.Well some of it.”
Gently, he placed her on the bed and lay down next to her.Hypnotized by the way her nipple tightened under his touch, he sucked it into his mouth, swirling the caramel paint with Drea’s own unique flavor.Her back arched off the bed.He licked his way down her ribs, smearing paint and glitter across his own body where it molded against hers.
He rolled onto his back.“Ride me, Drea.”He lifted her across his hips, holding his cock steady as Drea lowered herself onto him.
“Oh God, Brody,” she groaned.He loved the sound of his name when she said it like that.Hoarse.Desperate.All that long wavy hair cascading over both of her shoulders, brushing the top of her breast.His artwork adorned her beautiful body.And she was wet from her orgasm.
She was everything, wild and soft.He struggled to compose himself, caught up in the emotion of it.He looked away before he lost it completely.
“Brody?”
“Yeah, Shortcake,” his voice roughened.
“Look at me.”
He did as she asked only to see Drea rub her hands across both her breasts, smearing the paint and glitter.He watched as she started to rise on her knees and lower back down over him, gasping at the friction they created.
He grabbed both of her hips, lifted her a little higher, then pulled her down a little harder.He needed her with an urgency he’d never felt before.If he didn’t have her now, it would consume him.
Cujo thrust up to meet her, shifting one hand so his thumb could circle her clit.
“Please, Brody, I—” Drea fell forward, her hands resting either side of his head.
He pulled her nipple into his mouth, biting and teasing until Drea moaned with pleasure.
Heat rippled under his skin as he fought the need for release.His cock pulsed painfully.
He flipped them over, Drea now underneath him.She wrapped her legs tight around his waist as he plunged deeper, their skin sticking together.
Sweat dripped from his forehead.Who the fuck knew what twelve times six was, but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to maintain this feeling of connectedness.Because here, away from everything else, they were better than good.She was his reason for being.
“Oh God, Brody, I’m gonna come.Please.Come with me.”
He grabbed her wrists, pulled them over her head, and kissed her furiously.She gasped as she started to come, her walls rippling around him.
Stars exploded before his eyes as he came deep inside her, the sensation more powerful than anything he had ever known.
A feeling he knew he could experience only with her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
