I laugh. “No, but I’m happy I was prepared.”
Brenna’s smile grows. “This feels like a dream. You and I out walking in the sunrise and finding each other.”
She’s sitting up on her knees as I lean on my elbow. “I like it when you smile.”
“You make me smile a lot.”
“Good. I’d like to make you do other things.”
“Oh? Like what?”
I lean up so we’re face to face. “I’d like to make you moan.”
“I’m sure I’d like that.”
“Oh, I know I would. Let’s see how long it takes me.”
I press my lips to the hollow of her neck with the intent of slowly making my way toward her ear, which is what made her moan last time. I kiss her. “One.” I kiss her again, just a bit higher. “Two.” I move up again. “Three.” Her breath is coming faster now as I move my hands down her shoulders to her chest. The soft moan she makes when my hands graze her nipples spurs me on. “Four,” I say against her ear. “I bet I can do better.”
“Jacob . . .”
“What? Tell me what you need.”
The low grumble in her voice would’ve brought me to the ground if I weren’t already there. “You. Please . . .”
Jesus Christ. I’m so fucked it’s not even funny. I know that what I’m doing is stupid. I’m leaving here, come hell or high water, and she’s already pierced some part of my heart. I think of her constantly and search for ways to spend time with her.
She makes me smile. She gives me hope that maybe I’m not destined to live my life alone like my father did. Brenna sees me as the man I want to be instead of the man I forced myself to become.
She may need me, but the woman owns me.
“You have me, Brenna. Fucking hell, you have me,” I confess before the need to touch her skin and get lost in her is too great. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say, praying that she doesn’t do it.
“Don’t.”
“Thank God.” I climb higher and touch the silky, warm skin that had been hidden under the shirt. “I want to see you.” Brenna’s eyes meet mine, the heat flames higher between us, and then her dark lashes fall. My lips slide along the column of her neck. “I want to touch you and kiss you everywhere.”
“Jacob . . .” Her voice is soft, alluring, and I want to drown in it.
Her fingers slide into my hair as my mouth gets to the shell of her ear. “Tell me, Brenna, what do you want?”
I feel the way she tenses before her hands slide up my chest. “This. Us. You.”
“Oh, beautiful, you have me at your mercy.”
And she does. In this moment, I’m hers, and I don’t know that I’ll ever get all of myself back.
My fingers grip the hem of her shirt, lifting unhurriedly, our eyes find each other as I start to bring it higher. She nods, giving me the go ahead.
Slowly, I reveal the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. I toss the shirt over to where mine is. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect. Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”
I need her to keep giving me permission.
“Touch me.”
I move my hands back to her breasts, watching her face as I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes.” She breathes the word as her head falls to my shoulder.
I guide her to the ground, knowing that, to really explore her, I need to be free to move when and where I want. The sun isn’t fully up yet, but the light it casts around us makes her look ethereal. Her dark red hair shines, and I swear, if I could paint, this is what I would immortalize on my wall.
I lean down, wanting to kiss her, wishing I never had to stop. My hand moves down her body, kneading her breasts, and then I slide down, my lips trailing a path to where my hands are. I lick around her nipple as her fingers glide through my hair.
She tastes like heaven and sunshine. I’ll never fucking forget this. No matter what or who comes into my life, Brenna Allen has cemented herself in my head. This is why men write songs and poetry. It’s shit like this. The girls who we shouldn’t touch but who allow us in for a minute. The women who remind us what it’s like to have a heart.
“You’re going to ruin me,” I tell her.
“Believe me, you’re going to destroy me.”
“I don’t know that I care if I destroy you for another man.”
I need more of her. I need all of her.
“Then do your worst,” she challenges.
She should’ve never said that because my worst is going to wreck us both.
I lean back just far enough to pull her pants and underwear down. After I get them off, I pull her knees apart, seeing her arousal clearly. My fingers move to the inside of her legs, and her trembling makes me grin.
Our eyes meet, my heart falters as I say words that I know will change everything. “I’m going to make you mine, sweet girl.”
My lips move to the inside of her knee, trailing wet kisses along her skin. I go higher, my tongue sliding up her thigh, going higher until I get to right where I want to be. Her fingers grip the blanket as her breathing becomes more labored. “Please, Jacob. Please don’t make me wait.”
She gasps and moans as I lick her clit. She’s so responsive that it makes me want to learn every bit of her and drive her to the brink, bring her back down, and do it again. I feast on her, loving her taste and the way her hips move as I find a new spot or motion that makes her feel good.
Her muscles tighten, and I move my tongue faster, sliding against her clit harder, adding pressure as she whispers my name. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so fucking turned on before. Just the idea of being inside her after I make her come is almost enough to make me blow my load. I’m so fucking hard.
“Oh, God. Jacob. I—I! Oh!” I flick her clit faster, moving my tongue and varying the pressure, needing her to come before I embarrass myself. “Yes!” she screams, and I keep going, loving the incoherent sounds that are coming from her lips.
Once her legs fall limp, I move, climbing up to her, and I can’t resist licking her nipple again. “Well, I’m two for two.”
Her chest heaves as she tries to calm her breathing. “This is a game I’m definitely willing to let you win.”
I don’t know how much longer I can wait to be inside her. “Brenna,” I say softly. “I need . . . I need to know if you want to stop.”
Her hand reaches up to my cheek, brushing the stubble from yesterday that has grown in. “No, I don’t want you to stop.” She moves her hand between us and rubs my cock. “I know what this is. I’m not going into it with my eyes closed, Jacob. I want this . . . whatever it is for however long we have.”
Now it’s my lungs that draw to get air. “I won’t ever lie.”
“I know.”
“And we can’t tell people.”
The smile is a mix of understanding and disappointment. “I know that too.”
“It’s because . . .”
“I understand. You make me feel beautiful, and you make everything not hurt. I told you, I’m not blind to what we are and what the rules are. Now, the sun is coming up, and I would really like it if you would make love to me.”