“I am. Now, shh, woman. Let me work.”
* * * *
“Everything is set up,” Brigham said, an hour or two later. “We’ll let it settle and check in a couple of days to see what happens.” He stood, stretched his arms over his head and laughed when I checked out his stomach. “You’re giving me sexy eyes, Blue.”
“What? Am not.”Cool. I sound real mature.
“Did you enjoy our visit to second base yesterday?”
“Uh-huh.”
He checked his watch and made a noncommittal noise. “Damn it. I need to leave in ten minutes.”
Disappointment weighed me down and I wanted to pout. My newfound sexual prowess reared its head and was being needy, and I coughed in hopes of hiding my unhappiness. He didn’t miss it, though. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and jutted his chin toward the cushion.
“Come over here and kiss me goodbye, would you?”
How can I pass up that demand? I set my water bottle on the coffee table—with a coaster, of course—and made my way toward him. He clenched his jaw and it reminded me of Brad Pitt’s insanely sexy eating in every movie he was ever in. “Ten minutes isn’t a lot of time.”
“True. But I’m really efficient.” He put a finger in the beltloop of my shorts and yanked me so I landed on my back. He rested an elbow on both sides of my face and put his weight on me.
“Wow.” I ran my hands over his back muscles, not quite daring enough to touch his ass, and froze when he ground his hips into me.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. You feel…good.” My face heated like crazy and I was glad he couldn’t see it when he dipped his head lower to nuzzle my neck. I giggled, but it was short-lived. He bit down on my ear lobe and it was stupidly sexy. Like, ‘mess with my brain and confuse me’ hot. “Wow.”
“Your reactions are so passionate. You’re dangerous.”
“Me? Dangerous?” I said between my heavy breathing. No one had used that to describe me in my entire life and it felt more than good to hear it from him.
“Yes, Blue Bell.” He lifted his head to stare down at me. “I want all of your reactions. I’m obsessed with showing you everything.”
If I could form any words, I lost the skill when he kissed down my neck, into my cleavage and over my stomach. Every touch with him was electric and new, equally terrifying and delicious. He swirled his warm tongue over my stomach and cursed when his phone buzzed on the table.
“Fuck me. It’s my agent. He’s persistent.” He sat up to answer, but kept a hand on my stomach. He could almost reach hip to hip with the width of his fingers, and a flash of heat went through me at imaging how big he was down there. The tent in his pants was thrilling. He wouldn’t be the first dick I’d seen or touched, but I knew it would be the first that I got pleasure from.
Brigham answered and used a sharp tone I hadn’t heard from him before. “Fine. Yeah. Sure. Bye.”
He hung up and put his phone in his pocket, and when he met my eyes, there was an uneasy glint to them. “I gotta head out, Blue. Please trust me when I say I would much rather stay here with you.”
“Everything okay?” I croaked out. My throat was way too dry. “That sounded tense.”
“One day I’ll tell you all the details. Right now isn’t the time.” He leaned over, cupped my chin and pressed a quick kiss on my lips. “If you touch yourself later, think of me, okay?”
“O-of course.”
“Damn.” He cleared his throat. “I meant it as a joke, but it backfired. You touch yourself a lot, Sarah?”
My face had to be redder than a firetruck at this point, but I faced him and nodded. “I might be inexperienced with men, but not with pleasuring myself.”
“And to think you couldn’t become hotter, and yet here we are,” he mumbled. “Tomorrow. Let’s do something tomorrow.”
“At your place? Or here?” I was already planning on how I could be alone with him again.
“Dangerous.” He smirked. “Let’s get brunch.”
“Brunch?”
