Slowly, our bodies drift from the high, every breath out of Brigit’s mouth a soft sigh of relief as I press long kisses against her heated skin, licking the wound I left on her shoulder and making her hiss.
A small smile pulls at my lips. It shouldn’t be this fucking hot that I broke skin, but she did the same to me.
Made. For. Each. Other.
“You’re so beautiful, Brigit,” I breathe against her collarbone. “It is unbelievable how stunning you are when you come. You’re a fucking vision.”
She releases a quiet, breathy giggle.
I pull her from the wall, and she yelps, holding onto me tighter.
Carrying her down the steps and across the living room, I don’t stop until just outside the bathroom, removing myself from her body, missing her warmth immediately.
“Can you walk?” I tease her ear with my teeth.
She nods.
Not for long.
Gently setting her on her feet, I can’t help but grab two handfuls of her ass before releasing her completely.
“I’m gonna get you some water,” I ease her hair from her face, kissing her sweat-slicked temple. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
She nods again, disappearing into the bathroom with a glance over her shoulder and a shy smile.
Finding my sweats, I pull them on, not bothering with underwear I’m gonna take off again in about five minutes.
I’ve gothoursleft before I need to meet Skyler.
I’m gonna spend every last one making up for the years I’ve wasted.
Chapter 32
Unconventional
BRIGIT
“Okay, Bunny,” Cormac sighs into my hair. “Ireallyhave to go shower now.”
“Then go,” I laugh. “I’m not the one stopping you.”
His hips move lazily against mine, “You just feel too good. I can’t stop.”
The bedding beneath me rustles as he continues to gently grind me into it, his hard cock trapped behind a thin layer of underwear between us.
His mouth lands on my collarbone, slow and lazy, the light layer of scruff growing on his jawline tickling me. The late-afternoon light is a warning that, whether we like it or not, Cormac needs to get out of this bed.
“He’s going to kill you if you don’t get there on time,” I remind him.
The warm air of a chuckle floats across my skin, “I don’t think he’d blame me. If he had the object of all his fantasies naked in bed, he’d let the rest of the fucking world fall away, too.”
His words fill me with both heat and trepidation.
This kind of heady emotional confession is more than I can handle.
His head lifts, his slightly narrowed eyes locking on mine, “What?”
“What?”
