Even the most gullible of people wouldn’t believe her. Not with her eyes screwed up tight and her pretty little nose flaring.
“You are mad.”
“I’m not mad. I’m embarrassed. You didn’t want me to kiss you, and I did. We hadn’t talked about it ahead of time and I had to decide in the moment. I made the wrong one. I get it.”
The hurt on her face is a punch to my gut. She doesn’t get it—not even a little bit—if she thinks that I didn’t want to kiss her.
I reach my hand out and stroke the side of her face. Brielle’s eyes fly open, flashing in surprise to find me so close. Her mouth parts on a quick inhale, the pulse in her neck climbing.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It wasn’t you,” I tell her, looking into her eyes. “I was just surprised, and I didn’t want to take this, what we’re doing, too far.” Her skin is soft under the swipe of my thumb. I have no business touching her right now, but in the darkness of the night, the stillness in the air, everything feels different somehow.
“We should have talked about it first so I knew where you stood,” she whispers. Her gaze is locked on mine, and I couldn’t pull myself away if I tried.
“Maybe we should have practiced first.”
What am I doing?I push her hair away from her face, trailing my finger behind her ear. Her head tilts up to me, her lips parted, her skin flushed, and then my mind goes blank. I have no idea how it happens, but suddenly, my mouth is on hers—or hers is on mine.Did I kiss her, or did she kiss me?I couldn’t say, and I don’t particularly care. She tastes like the clean, fresh air from the mountain, like she bottled it up and only I get to lick it from her lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and fuck… the soft, velvety touch of her tongue sets my nerves alight.
I angle my body to deepen the kiss, my hand closing lightly around the base of her neck. Brielle whimpers into my mouth. She fuckingwhimpers, and I’m done for. My cock strains the fabric of my briefs as my tongue continues to assault her mouth. Brielle gives every ounce of it back to me, fighting for dominance.
I shift one knee between her legs, my hand trailing down her chest, cupping her breast over her shirt. She moans into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. This wasn’t my plan for this weekend. I should know better than to go there with her, but it feels so goddamn good. She kisses me like she means it. Like she feels the same desire for me as I feel for her. Her knees tip open, and I groan from deep within my chest. Settling myself between her legs, I let her feel the effect she has on me, my erection thick and heavy against her thigh.
Her fingers drag a path down my back, and I’ve never hated anything more than her cutesy little Valentine’s Day pajama set that’s covering my view of her. I snake my hand up the front of her shirt, leaving the ecstasy of her mouth in favor of trailing kisses down the sweet column of her throat. If I could taste every inch of her skin, I would. My thumb finds the underswell of her breast, and I have to wrap my hand around her ribs to steady myself.
Brielle pulls in a lungful of air, her breathing fast and labored.
“This is a bad idea,” she says.
Instinctively, my hand tightens around her ribs, not wanting to let her go, and I still. The staticky haze in my mind starts to clear, and actual thoughts begin forming. She’s right. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have taken it that far. My brain struggles to regain control of the situation from my hard-as-steel cock.
My heart is beating at a critical pace as I slowly move away from her. I fall onto my back on the mattress, closing my eyes. I know that stopping was the right call. I know that we shouldn’t have started in the first place. But that isn’t what my body is craving. The pull I feel toward her is all-consuming.
A few tense moments pass as I try to force blood to flow through my entire body again. “You good?” she asks, her eyes bouncing down to my throbbing cock.
“Yup,” I grit out.
“Good.” She says it so casually, so nonchalant. It instantly pisses me off. I don’t need her checking on me like I’m the only one who was into that. Like she isn’t reeling from the hottest make-out session of her life.
I look over at her, challenging her. “You’re just going to pretend to be unaffected by that?”
She takes my challenge for what it is, one-upping it. Without breaking eye contact, she smiles. “Did you want me to tell you how wet my panties are or something?”
Fuck. There goes my blood flow again.
Yes.I desperately want to know how wet she is for me. I want to find out for myself as I continue to explore her perfect body.
“Nope,” I say on a heavy breath.
Brielle rolls to her side, facing me. “Good night, Damian. Sleep well.”
Yeah. Like I’m getting any sleep in this keyed-up state with her tight little body by my side.
“Good night, Brielle.”
Chapter 15
Damian
Itisn’tanoverexcitedfive-year-old that wakes me up in the morning. No. It’s the heavy footsteps of an overexcited middle-aged man. I can hear Leon talking to someone, and before I even open my eyes I know who it is. I can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s talking to Brielle. I crack my eyes open to find myself alone, just like I expected.
