It takes enormous effort not to climb in next to her and use my body heat to warm her. Instead, I reach for the logs I brought inside earlier.
“It’d be easier if you moved,” I tell her.
She’s lying so close to the hearth, I have no choice but to straddle her blanket-swathed body. I drop to my knees to blow on the red embers, keeping my focus firmly on stoking thefire as Brie ruffles around between my legs. My entire body jerks when I feel Brie’s fingernails on my bare thighs. The logs catch, flaming to life.
I look down and hold my breath. The blanket’s been tossed off Brie’s upper half. The buttons of the flannel shirt she wears are undone, exposing the inner globes of her breasts to me. Her fingers trace the bottom of my boxer briefs, along my inner thighs. My cock swells.
“Brie.” My voice is so hoarse, I hardly recognize it. “What’re you doing?”
She sits up, and the sides of the shirt open, exposing more of her. I never thought of myself as a weak man, but as I watch my hand drift up to her collarbone and trail down her chest between her breasts, I know I’m feeble and defenseless when it comes to this woman. This woman who’s protective of children, and caring of new friends. Who’s stubborn and independent. Who always says what she means, and means what she says.
“Exactly what I want,” she says.
Her fingers feather over my length from root to tip through the thin fabric of my underwear. My legs nearly give out. I trail my thumb over the pulse point on her throat, relishing in how fast her heart beats in this moment.
This is too soon.I don’t want to mess this up with her.
“You do that again, and any chance of going slow flies out the window.” I won’t be able to hold myself back. I’ve barely got a grip on myself as it is.
She pulls back and shrugs the shirt off her shoulders. Her breasts, perky little nipples beaded into perfect peaks, are on full display. I’m so focused on how beautiful she is, the desire on her face, that her tugging on the waistband of my underwear barely registers until my cock springs free, heavy and hard, tip wet with precum.
“Brie.” It’s a stern warning.
But then, eyes holding mine, she leans forward and places one prim kiss on my slit before leaning back on her hands. Every muscle in my body pulls taut. She has a look of challenge on her face as she licks her lips, and I don’t know how I don’t come right here and now.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, voice shaking with the effort it takes to maintain my control.
Her face sobers. “Yes. Everything I said last night is true, I’m not suddenly past our history. That’s going to take time. But this?” She leans forward, and reaches her hand out slowly, eyes on mine as if she’s asking for permission. When I nod infinitesimally, she drops her gaze and trails a finger lightly over me, root to glistening tip. “I’m ready for it now.”
The last thread of my control snaps. “Lie down.”
She does what I ask. I shove my boxer briefs off and yank the blanket off her the rest of the way. Dropping to the floor, I nudge her legs open with my shoulders and bury my face between her legs, breathing her in.
“I love your smell,” I say against her.
She squirms, ticklish, and I nip her over her shorts in warning before I rise and palm her mound.Fuck, she’s wet. She grinds into my hand.
“You soaked another pair of my boxers. When did that happen?”
“God, I’ve been horny since I woke up.” Her hand scratches lightly at my scalp, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I know the feeling.”
I replace my hand with my bare cock, only the thin fabric of the boxers separating me from where she’s warm and wet and silky. My mouth covers hers, and she eagerlyaccepts my tongue. She tastes so good. I thrust shallow pulses against her clit. I swallow her sounds, hungry for every one.
“Sawyer,” she begs.
A shudder rolls through me. I lean on my elbow and look down into her eyes, so big and trusting and needy.For me. I’ve wanted her to look at me like this my entire life.
“Fuck me,” she says, and my brain short-circuits. “I need—I need you inside me. Just, please.”
“Condom,” I manage in a strangled voice and with herculean effort, I push myself off her and head toward the bathroom.
“I’m clean, by the way,” I say a moment later. She got rid of the boxers. I fold my body over hers and toss the strip of condoms next to the pillow as I kiss the corner of her mouth.
Without warning, she rolls us over until she’s on top, straddling me.
My muscles are tight, my dick is as hard as it’s ever been, and I have the most gorgeous woman on the planet on top of me.She moves, and my cock flexes against her. Her eyes darken, and her cheekbones rise on an evil, fiendish smile.
