“Briggs,” I sigh.
Part of me wants to argue and list all the ways that this is silly. But then I remember how romantic I thought it was when Scythe showed up in Magnolia Point and met Tallulah. The next thing you know, he’s saying she’s his, and he’s here for her while she closes her family’s record shop. He was all in, the forever kind of all in.
I’m a little afraid to hope.
And I’m willing to take the risk.
I’d regret it if I don’t.
“I’m sure.” I pull him down to me, but I know he wouldn’t move if he didn’t want to. His lips hover right above mine. “I want you. I want this. Make me forget, chase away this numbness.” My body arches toward him, needing, begging, echoing my words. “Please.”
Briggs presses me into the mattress and buries his face in my hair. He takes a deep breath before pulling back slowly. When he sits back on his heels, I can see the hunger written on his face. He undresses me with deft movements.
I can feel the mastery he has when it comes to his control. I want to see it snap. The thought has me shivering.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Briggs quickly gets me down to just my panties and my hips lift automatically when he hooks his fingers in the sides. “That’s it,” he groans, “what a good girl.”
My pussy gushes and my thighs try to clench, but he’s there, sitting between them. He guides my panties down my legs, his large frame following them like they’re a treasure he’s just discovered.
When he stands at the edge of the bed, I can’t look away while he undresses. His movements are precise, efficient, and not at all rushed. The thought of tearing my eyes away from him, of not watching the show, is unfathomable.
His cut is the only piece of clothing treated with any reverence. The rest might as well be paper with the way he tears at his clothing. The desperation in his movements only makes me want him more.
My man is looking at me like he’s hungry. And I’m here for it.
Watching him is a tease and by the time he’s standing next to the bed naked, my thighs are damp with how fucking wet I am. He reaches into the bedside drawer, pulls out a condom, which he opens with his teeth, before rolling it into place. When my hands cup my tits and I brush my fingers against my hard nipples, the feral sound that comes out of the back of my man’s throat is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Are you touching yourself for me?” The danger in the edge of his voice has my back arching as if my body would do anything to close the distance between us.
He must sense the need I have, or maybe he feels it too, because then he’s covering me with his body. The warmth of him, the way his skin slides against mine, feels like gasoline on a fire.
“Mayhem,” I moan his name, feeling the power of him.
Before I even realize where I’ve fucked up, his fingers are wrapped around my throat and giving a squeeze. It’s not enough to really hurt me or do any damage, but it’s not the point. Honestly, the threat only turns me on more.
“What do you call me?”
His voice goes straight through me and I breathe out, “Briggs.”
“That’s right, my Tempest.”
When my legs wrap around his waist, I dig my heels into his ass. His hard length slides between he slick lips of my pussy. He lets out a groan that is pure satisfaction and need.
“Please,” I keen, the word, the plea clear in my voice.
He hums and then his mouth connects with mine. The passion which has been building, mounting with every breath we take, breaks and coats us. The kiss is all desire and tongue and teeth. It’s messy and fucking perfect.
My body lights up from the inside out. I’ve never wanted a man like I want this one. I’m still not entirely sure I can believe everything he’s offering me, but I want to. I desperately want to.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls his mouth away from mine. I feel every breath as it skates along my skin while his mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck. The way he’s worshiping me has goosebumps popping up all over my body.
Briggs licks and kisses my skin, working his way down until he’s level with my tits. My back arches like I’m offering them to him and he doesn’t disappoint. Not even a little bit.
When he sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue wraps around the peak and toys with it. He might as well be sucking on my clit with the way how good it feels pulses through my body. My fingers glide along the corded muscles of his back and toward his neck.
Even though there isn’t much, I grip his short hair and hold him in place. He chuckles around the mouthful of tit he’s enjoying, but I barely hear it. I’m too engrossed in the way he’s snacking on my flesh.
