“Yes!” she said, downing the glass in one large sip. “More!”
I refilled her glass this time and took note of everything she did. The way she let her teeth graze the side of her bottom lip, the way her pretty blue eyes stared at me with affection, the way her breathing picked up when I lowered my face to hers. I pressed my lips to her mouth, trying to communicate without words the storm raging inside me, and she tilted her head back, making the kiss deeper. More passionate. She moaned, threaded her fingers through my hair and set her glass down on the counter before gripping my collar.
“Off,” she demanded, taking the end of my shirt and yanking it over my head. She stared at my chest, face flushed, eyes heavy, lips moist. “God, you’re the sexiest person. You make my skin feel like it’s on fire.”
“Mm, I like hearing you say that.” I jumped when she trailed her hands lower down my stomach, exploring and touching before getting to my shorts. “Blue Bell…” I stopped her, hating the uncertainty in her eyes. “I should be worshipping you tonight, not the other way around.”
“But…” She frowned, looking down at my stiffening cock. “I want it all.”
“All?”
“Yes, Brigham.” She stood tall, leveled her gaze with me and spoke in the most serious tone I had ever heard. “I want to feel you inside me. I want it…all. All the bases.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Sarah
His licked his lips and lowered his eyes, his breath coming out in short pants. “Sarah.”
God, the way he said my name made my entire body go weak. My knees shook, something hot and tight formed low in my stomach and it felt like all the air left the room—the only way to breathe was to be with him. I couldn’t touch enough of him. I grabbed everything on his chest, his shoulders, his arms. He cupped the back of my head and kissed me deeply, letting out a guttural groan that made me tremble.
“Mm, Blue Bell.” He picked me up, wrapped my legs around him and dug his nails into my ass. Everything about him was hard—his grip, his pecs, his body—but his kiss was soft and warm and slow. He took his time, tasting me, letting me savor every second. I pressed into him more, not able to get as close as I wanted. I rocked against him and he groaned. “Shit,” he said into my mouth, sucking my tongue, causing a burst of lust through me.
He slammed my back into the wall, pressing his length into me. He pinned me with his hips and used a free hand to take my shirt off. He tossed it to the side before dipping low and kissing along my neck, my shoulder and sliding my bra straps to the side. He cupped one of my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking until the sensation overwhelmed me. “So fucking sexy.”
“More,” I demanded.
He obliged.Smart man.We made it to the bedroom, where he got me out of my shorts and underwear in one move before parting my legs and licking me from my thighs to my throat. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I almost purred at that point. He took my hands in his and shoved them over my head, kissing and teasing every part of my body with his mouth. My hunger for him grew and grew to the point it throbbed between my legs. “Brigham, please.”
“Oh, baby, the number of times I’ve fantasized you this way.” He kept me pinned down and reached between my legs, probing me with two fingers. “I want all fucking night with you, but I need to be sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I panted, arching my back so his fingers entered me. He found the perfect rhythm, sliding in and out with the right pressure. The orgasm hit fast, building in my lower stomach and spreading to each individual finger, making my vision blur as everything trembled. “Oh shit.”
He laughed and kissed me, putting his full weight on top of me and barely letting me catch my breath before grinding into me. Nothing separated his bulging cock from entering me besides his shorts, and aggressive anticipation made my voice disappear. The need, the want, the love I had for him made me speechless. “Sarah, baby, I-I need to feel you.”
The tremor in his voice made my stomach swoop. “Yes. Me too.”
He stilled, his face grimacing as he lifted himself off me. “I don’t have a fucking condom.”
“I do. I do!” I bolted up and opened the little drawer on the table next to the bed. A small, unopened box sat there and I held it up, squealing like a maniac. “We’re okay!”
“You buy these thinking about me?” he asked, his tone dangerously low. “Please say yes.”
“Duh.”
He smiled, and the simple gesture had me more exposed than any other experience in my life. He never once made me feel weird or odd—he built me up and was tender and patient. My heart beat the wordsI love youover and over, but I slammed my lips shut.
His expression changed to a frown, and he reached over and cupped my face. “Hey, we don’t to do this if you aren’t ready.”
“No.” I leaned into his palm. “I want this.” I gulped. “You are the most wonderful man.”
He blinked before bringing my face to his. When he kissed me this time, the urgency and hunger was gone. This one wasloving. The slow stroke of his tongue, the gentle way he placed me back on the bed, the soft touches along my collarbone. He lifted his head and stared down at me with unfiltered, beautiful brown eyes. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair. It was my favorite thing to do, because it was so thick and he always let out a little hum of pleasure.
“For letting me experience this with you.” He moved to grab the condom, but dropped it twice. “Shit, I’m nervous.”
