Massage. Right. She meant a massage.
“I’m good.” There was no way in hell I could let her put those beautiful, capable hands on me and not react. For fuck’s sake, I was barely holding myself in check here. A few more minutes and I’d have her spread out on the couch, her thighs open, her pussy slick, her mouth begging me for—
Her brow puckered and hurt flashed through her eyes.
“Shit,” I muttered as she scrambled to her feet. “Fiona it’s not that I don’t think you could give a hell of a massage—”
That hurt turned to fire in her eyes. “It’s just that you don’t want me to touch you. Fine. I get it.” She shook her head.
“No, you don’t get it.” I ground out every word.
She set the bottle on the end table. “Oh, then please do explain it to me.”
My teeth ground.
“I wasn’t saying we had to—” A brighter pink stole over her cheeks. “And even if that was what I was offering, are you telling me that I’m that bad?”
“For fuck’s sake, Fiona. I’m trying to be the good guy here, which if you haven’t noticed, isn’t exactly my M.O.” I gripped both of my knees so hard that the veins in my hands bulged.
“Brogan—”
“If you put your hands on me, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to stop.” There, I said it. “I’ll have you on your back on this couch, or on your knees in front of me. Hell, maybe I’ll even bend you over that arm. The positions may vary, but the result will be the same—I’ll be inside you.”
Her lips parted and she slowly dragged her tongue over the lower one.
“Say something.” Fuck. I’d just fucked it all up. We’d been fine—tense, but fine—until I’d had to open my mouth and put words to what had been going on inside this house since I’d kissed her against the wall upstairs.
“Okay.” Her lips tilted upward.
I blinked and clasped my hands behind my neck. “I’m sorry?”
“I said, okay.” She moved forward, bracing her knees on either side of me so she straddled me, and holy fuck, she rocked her hips right against my cock.
“Fiona—”
She cradled my face in her delicate hands and leaned forward slowly, like she was giving me time to pull away. “I. Said. Okay,” she whispered just above my lips.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I growled as her hands sank into my hair.
“You were pretty graphic in the details. I’d say I know what I’m asking for.” She brushed her lips over mine. “You. Inside. Me.” Each word was punctuated by the softest kiss.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” My pulse hit the ceiling, and damn it, my hands swept down the sides of her body until I had ahold of her luscious hips.
“Is that what you think this is?” She laughed, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life. “Fine, then how about I take advantage of you?” She nipped my lower lip.
“And you won’t regret it in the morning?” I could handle a lot of things, but being on her list of regrets wasn’t one of them.
“I could never regret you,” she whispered, rolling her hips over mine.
I groaned.
“Now stop thinking, stop worrying, and just be here with me.” She kissed me, and I snapped.
My mouth slanted under hers and my tongue demanded entrance. She parted those sweet lips and I sank inside with a sound that came out like a growl, sweeping my tongue past her teeth to relearn every line of her mouth, to reclaim it.
This woman was mine. She might not know it. Hell, I might not even realize what that meant, but I knew I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted—needed her.
She tasted so fucking sweet, and the way her tongue twined with mine had me going back for seconds, then thirds, until our mouths were swollen and my blood molten. “I fucking love kissing you.”
“Then we’re on the same page,” she said with a smile so bright my chest constricted. “Because I love kissing you.”
We let our kisses do the rest of the talking.
Kissing Fiona was on a whole other level from anything I’d ever experienced. I’d taken too many women to bed to keep count, and kissing had never been my favorite part of fucking, but if I did nothing but keep my mouth on Fiona’s all night long, I would have been more than happy. The woman had a mouth that demanded worship.
Hands pulled and tugged. Her shirt came off, then mine. I unclasped her bra and immediately brought her nipples to my mouth, sucking and licking the way I remembered she liked.
“Brogan,” she moaned, writhing in my lap.
“Fucking love these, too,” I muttered against her skin, continuing my assault until she whimpered mindlessly and rocked against my hips in rhythm, seeking friction.
My cock throbbed in time with my pulse, hard and heavy.
Then she was gone, off my lap and standing before me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“Fiona?” Damn it, had I rushed her? Taken her too far?
“It’s hard to take advantage of you with these on.” She shed her cotton shorts and underwear in one motion, leaving her gloriously, deliciously bare.
I damn-near swallowed my tongue.
Fiona was curved in all the right places, her body athletic but soft everywhere I liked. It was as if she’d been made to my specifications, torture and pleasure designed as a woman.
“You are so damned beautiful.” I took my time and memorized every inch of her, from the rosy tips of her swollen breasts to the tiny strip of dark hair at the top of her pussy, and down her sleek thighs. Even her feet were gorgeous.
“You should take a look in the mirror some time,” she muttered, averting her gaze as she straddled me again, only my athletic shorts separating us.
I tipped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, waiting for her to meet my gaze. A few breaths later, she did. “You are beautiful, Fiona Andrews. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
She smiled and kissed me, stopping my words.
Her hard nipples raked against my chest, and the skin-on-skin contact had me reeling. No one had ever felt this good against me.
“Want to really take advantage of me?” I whispered, my mouth already watering.
“Hmmm?”
I gripped her hips and moved, lying back on the couch. “I need to kiss you.”
She gave me a coy grin and leaned down, brushing her lips over mine. “I’m already kissing you.”
“That’s not what I had in mind, sweetheart.” Her weight was slight as I lifted her, dragging her hips over my chest.
“Brogan…” Her eyes flared wide.
“Hey, you said take advantage,” I reminded her, a grin shaping my lips. “So take advantage.” One more lift and her knees were on either side of my head. “Sit.”
She braced her hand on the back of the couch and looked down at me with equal parts shock and need. “I’ll crush you.”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so painfully hard, and already distracted by the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen hovering above my face. “Do you want this?”
“Yes, but I weigh—”
“Sit,” I ordered, this time banding my arms around her thighs and tugging her into my mouth.