Brenna whimpered. “Nathan…”
“That might be the best way you’ve ever said my name.” I smirked, reaching for her next layer of clothing, an Owls T-shirt. “I’m betting that will change.”
This time, I didn’t need to ask her to lift her arms. Her T-shirt soon joined my sweatshirt on the floor, leaving Brenna in only a white tank top.
I cursed, seeing her hard nipples poke through the fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra. How the fuck could I go slow? The anticipation had been building foryears.
“I told you I might get cold.” She grinned, clearly enjoying the way I’d reacted to her body.
I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples in my mouth through the fabric. Brenna’s hands sank into my hair as she gasped. With her breathy moans urging me on, my hands moved beneath her tank top to the smooth skin of her stomach. She shivered when my hands moved north, taking her last layer with them. I lifted my lips long enough to slip the tank top over her breasts, then dipped back down to suck the nipple again before releasing it with a loud smack.
Brenna lifted herself, taking my face in her hands and placing her mouth on mine. The faint taste of whiskey lingered on her lips, but I savored a sweetness that was distinctly Brenna.My tongue pushed her lips, needing more. She parted for me, deepening our kiss.
Our tongues collided, each stroke ratcheting up the flood of desire. My cock strained, craving relief.
As if reading my thoughts, she reached for my ass, gripping me through my sweatpants, pulling me closer. She slid back toward the headboard until our bodies aligned, the friction of my dick against her core a delicious torture.
She kept moving me against her, her grip on my ass getting tighter the longer we kissed. When she sucked my tongue, my vision blackened at the edges.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last if you keep doing that,” I grunted.
“Then stop teasing me,” she said, pawing at the band of my sweatpants, trying, unsuccessfully, to pull them down.
I laughed, my forehead falling to rest on hers.
“Are you going to help? Or have you had enough?”
Hot-and-bothered Brenna exceeded all my fantasies. I never imagined she’d be so assertive. I liked that her need for me brought it out of her.
I rolled my hips against her. “Does itfeellike I’ve had enough, Bren?”
The exhale of her moan brushed my cheek. “I need your clothes off, Nathan.”
“If you insist.” I leaned back and gripped the hems of my sweatshirt and T-shirt, pulling them over my head in one slow motion, gradually revealing my bare skin to her.
She swallowed, eyes roaming my body before a trembling hand landed on my stomach. I didn’t have rippling abs and ridges of muscles, but my time in the gym kept me toned. Being an athlete came with certain expectations, and I worried about falling short of what she’d imagined.
“Dammit, Nathan,” she muttered, her fingers running along my obliques. “Do you even eat bread?”
I huffed a relieved laugh. “I can eat more if I’m not to your liking.”
“Oh, shut up.” She nodded to indicate my pants. “Don’t stop.”
My laughing continued as I shifted onto my knees to drag my sweatpants down my legs. I didn’t know sex could be like this, funnyandhot. With other women, my focus had been on getting to the end goal. I didn’t want to lose the spark or slow the momentum.
It wasn’t a worry with Brenna. I wanted to relieve the throbbing tension between us—fuckingneededto, or Brenna wouldn’t be the only one dying tonight.
But I didn’t have any desire to rush to the inevitable outcome.
I wanted to revel in her, in the blush of her cheeks, her dilated pupils, how her breath stuttered for me.
I wanted to stay in this moment with this woman, who I had never stopped loving. And I never would.
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