She nodded, not wanting more detail other than confirming the threat was neutralized.
They watched the fire crackling and burning. The candles burned mid-way and gently wafted soft scents in their direction as the time passed. Five minutes? Twenty? It felt like forever. With each strained second of silence, Brenna’s heart slowed and plummeted in her chest. Self-doubt replaced her original contentment. Had this been a mistake?
This would be an awkward weekend if he wanted nothing to do with her now that he’d gained another conquest.
Nothing to do with her?
Her stomach twisted into a knot.
She didn’t want this to end. She’d didn’t want this feeling to be unreciprocated, to have this relationship end with an awkward silence as the punctuation mark.
Eric cleared his throat. “I have a question.”
Oh dear god.What could he possibly want to know that she hadn’t told him with her body? “Yes?”
“When can we do that again?”
A weight lifted from her shoulders. She turned to Eric. His mouth twisted up in a wide grin, and his green gaze twinkled in the firelight.
She licked her lips.
His gaze followed the movement and he leaned in to kiss her gently. Any remaining tension from her self-doubt dissipated from her muscles, replaced with thrumming in her veins.
Pulling back enough to speak, his lips continued to brush hers. “There are things I want to do to you.”
“Oh?”
“Mmmm.” He kissed her again. “Naughty things. Very bad things. Sexual things.”
“I’m listening.” She caught his lips with hers and kissed him back.
He pulled her onto his lap and deepened the kiss.
His tongue delved in as he grew hard beneath her.
“I want to bend you over something…” he said between head-dizzying kisses.
“Still listening.”
He continued to whisper a long list of all the things he’d like to do.
She squirmed on his lap, his words and tongue creating a dizzying effect. Her heart beat heavy, punching her ribcage while Eric whispered his naughty intentions.
The ache inside her increased to an almost unbearable throbbing. She reached between them to grip his shaft. She stroked it. He was so hard, it pulsed.
“I want you screaming my name,” he whispered into her ear before he began to travel down her neck with his mouth.
She shifted her body, so she hovered over him. He gripped her hips, and she guided him in.
“I want you,” he said. He captured her mouth again with his as he thrust his hips up and pulled her down. “I want you to be mine.”
Why would he tease her with these words? She would’ve already been his had he not been an idiot all those years ago. She ground against him. “You know what I want?”
“What?” he groaned and trailed hot kisses along her shoulder as she began to move.
She rocked her hips, adding to the aching need building in her core. “First, I want to ride you until you screammyname.” She used his hair to pull his head back. His gaze twinkled as it met hers, and his mouth parted. She crushed her lips against his. The rough callouses of his hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he clutched her and helped create a perfect rhythm.
As the inferno grew and stars swam in her vision, she realized she might’ve already given him his wish.
