I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back, pressing my breast into his hand when it comes close.
He hisses out a breath then molds my flesh with his fingers, brushes his thumb over my nipple. Then his mouth is descending over mine and our tongues are tangling.
And this kiss is very muchnotnice.
It’s deep and wet, hot and slick, and it sends my thoughts scattering and my body into overdrive.
I drag my nails over his back, clutching at the material of his shirt and yanking it up. He lurches back, rips it over his head, tossing it to the side.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur then smile when a hint of red coats his cheeks. But I only get to see that for a second before his hands are dragging my tank top up.
He groans again. “You’re the beautiful one.”
Then his mouth is coming to mine and we’re kissing and kissing andkissing, our bodies rocking together as though they remember the precise rhythm that drives us both insane. Fingers trail over my skin, roll my nipples, slip between my legs and stroke?—
“Oh God!” I cry, breaking the kiss, my head dropping back when he presses his palm to my clit, when he circles and presses and pinches. “Oh, my fuckingGod!”
His lips trail down my throat, moving steadily toward my breasts.
He takes a nipple in his mouth, making me cry out again as waves of pleasure flow through my body.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, stroking through the slick folds of my labia, circling my entrance. “I want you so fucking much.”
“Then take me,” I pant. “Now, Brooks.”
His smile makes me shiver.
“Later,” he murmurs.
Then he’s kissing his way down my body, tossing my legs over his shoulders, and?—
Licking and sucking, stroking and biting. Devouring me with his mouth, sending me skittering to the edge of release in just a few minutes. But I don’t want to go without him. This time, this moment I want to share with him.
“Brooks,” I say, winding my fingers into his hair and tugging. “Not without you.”
He nips at the inside of my thigh and I have to clench my teeth together, have to tighten every muscle in my body to keep from flying over the edge. “Baby, I haven’t been with anyone in five years. I’m only going to last like ten seconds. Let me make you feel good first.”
“You haven’t?—?”
Those eyes come to mine as he presses a finger into me. “No.”
“I—”
“I don’t care if you have,” he interjects before I can finish.
I tug at his hair before he can distract me again. “It’s only ever been you,” I say. “I need you to know that.”
His shoulders lift and drop on a breath. “Baby?—”
“And I need you now. I need us to do this together.”
“Raindrop,” he rasps and I don’t miss the dampness in his eyes as he comes back over me. His mouth finds mine and I can taste myself on his lips, his tongue. But I don’t mind. In fact, I like it, like how it’s another example of the two of us coming together.
Then he’s kneeling between my legs, the hard jut of his erection nudging at my entrance.
“Ready?” he rasps.
I touch his cheek. “Now, honey.”
