“Fuck, Bryn,” I coaxed, threading my fingers through her hair.
She was setting the pace, not me, her blue eyes watching me the entire time. She tapped my thigh twice, checking in. I tapped her back twice.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Oh my god. Look at you.” I clenched my fists, my stomach tightening. It was too much. She was so beautiful, and I was so gone for her. I’d dreamed of this so many times, and now it felt like it wasn’t even real. “Fuck.”
I was quickly losing control of the situation. And then when she started touching herself…
It was tempting, oh-so tempting, to come. But I refused to come before Bryn.
I gave her shoulder a squeeze, and she popped off me. She peered up at me with such trust, her lips pink and swollen from sucking my cock. I grinned down at her, my cock leaking. I kicked my pants aside, and then I tugged on her hand, pulling her to a standing position.
“But I wasn’t done.” She pouted.
“Angel, in no world would Ieverallow myself to come before getting you off at least once.”
I cupped her cheeks, resting my forehead against hers. It felt so good to be able to touch her like this. Be with her like this. And I promised myself that I would show her just how good we could be together.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Frasier’s words sent a thrill through me.
Angel, in no world would Ieverallow myself to come before getting you off at least once.
Oh god. Yes.
This was exactly what I needed.Hewas what I needed.
I reached for him, and he grabbed for me, and then we were kissing. Frasier tilted my head, and I opened myself to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. In all the years I’d known him, I’d never expected him to be so passionate. Intense, yes. Dedicated and loyal. A team player. But damn, the man knew how to kiss.
Out here alone, with no witnesses but the stars in the sky, he took his time. This kiss was just as desperate as our first but also deeper. We were exploring each other, learning each other’s preferences. With every brush of his hands on my skin, I felt as if I might implode.
For a man who was so large and imposing, he really was quite tender.
And even though he was naked and hard, his cock nudging my stomach, he seemed in no rush to move on from kissing. He made me feel beautiful, cherished, and alive.
Part of me worried about what this would mean—for our relationship, for the future. If the last year and a half had taught me anything, it was how quickly plans could change. But if Frasier and I could survive everything that we had, I had faith that we could make it through almost anything together.
The only thing guaranteed was this moment.
I was done thinking. All I wanted was to feel. Frasier’s hands on my skin. His lips on mine. Our bodies moving together.
He kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, across the tops of my breasts. I was on fire for him. When the remaining strap of my dress slid from my shoulder, I didn’t fight it, leaving myself bare to him.
Frasier rubbed a hand over his mouth, watching me with the kind of intensity he usually reserved for the ice. I knew there was no going back after this, but instead of being scared, I was exhilarated. Free in a way. A bit like jumping off the cliff at Little Bay.
There was no awkwardness. No pretense.No more games,as he’d said earlier.
I let my dress fall the rest of the way until it pooled at my feet on the ground. I stood before Frasier in only my strappy sandals and lacy thong, and he looked at me like a man possessed.
He bent forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He took a few heaving breaths, eyes squeezed shut. I was about to ask if he was okay, but then he seemed to compose himself once more.
“Fuck, Bryn.” He straightened, shaking his head. “You are something else. You have no idea how long…” He swallowed.
“How long?” I drank him in just as greedily, those muscular thighs and glutes. So much power and strength in those quads. He had a light dusting of hair on his legs and stomach, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d looked at me, danced for me, earlier.
“I’ve wanted this. Wantedyou.” He guided me over to one of the lounge chairs, grabbing a towel and laying it down over the woven slats before saying, “Lie down.”
His command sent a thrill through me, and I channeled my inner burlesque performer as I sank down into the chair, keeping my chest lifted. Letting him look his fill as I slowly reclined, my movements like those of a dancer. With my hands over my head, I stretched my hips from side to side, loving the way he looked as if he might pounce at any second.
