“Are you sorry you said yes?” he whispered, sliding his stinging palm over her pink ass. Hoping, praying for the right answer.
“Never,” she whispered defiantly.
“Let’s find out,” he said.
Swiftly, he pulled her underwear back into place, hiding those sinful handprints. He shouldn’t feel good about putting marks on a woman. Yet seeing his own handprints visible on Remi’s flesh made his dick throb. Witnessing his brand on her awakened something raw, possessive, that had him by the throat.
She made a little whimper of disappointment and frustration when he stood her up and placed her on the table. Her face was flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. There were teeth marks in her lower lip. Her hair was a tangled mess of fire. And those tits. They had a siren’s song of their own, begging for his hands, his mouth.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted.
His erection rose to the challenge. “Not by a long shot, baby.”
“Then why did you stop?”
He forced her thighs wide and stared down between her legs. “To make sure you liked it.”
“I could have told you—”
Her annoyance cut off when his thumb slid over the inch-long wet spot he found on the front of her underwear. He felt like a goddamn caveman.
“Oh,” she breathed.
“Is that for me?”
“It’s always for you.”
“Always?” He didn’t trust himself to look her in the eyes.
“Every guy I’ve been with was you when I closed my eyes,” she whispered. Jealousy and pride ripped through him, laying waste to any remaining chivalry. He wanted to be the only one.
“God damn it, Remi. You can’t like it,” he swore, even as he shoved his hand into her panties. “You can’t fucking let me do that to you.” He thrust one finger into her and growled when she sobbed out his name.
Not just damp. Wet. Soaking. Drenched.
Not just tight. Clenched. A slick vice, closing around his middle finger.
She spread for him, leaning back on her hands. “But I do,” she whispered. Even as she said the words, her walls rippled around his digit, and he went a little insane.
He added a second finger and fucked her as he thrust his cock against the soft flesh of her thigh. Her breasts were too much of a temptation. He couldn’t ignore them, so he dipped his head to taste each pink bud. To draw each one into his mouth and suck and lick and tease.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. And just when he was sure he had the upper hand, she reached for the waistband of his underwear and freed his dick.
“Remi,” he gritted out her name when those small fingers finally closed around his shaft. He was pulsing in her grip, and if she moved that goddamn hand, he was going to come. To prevent that travesty, Brick closed a hand over hers and held her still while he sucked her nipples into diamond-tipped points.
She moaned when her thumb swept over the sensitive slit in his tip. He was leaking like a fucking colander, and she was spreading the moisture over the rest of his crown.
He only had one course of action here. One way to distract her from making him come.
Keeping his hand over hers, he pumped his fingers into her tight channel and used his thumb to find that delicate bundle of nerves between the lips of her sex.
“Ride my hand now, Remi,” he ordered.
She did as she was told. A miracle in itself. Just like the one unfolding inside her. “Brick! I need…” She didn’t finish her sentence. Remi was too busy shaking against him, whimpering as earthquake tremors wracked her beautiful body. The picture she made when she let go and flew into her release was stunning. Unforgettable.
What happened inside her was magic. Her walls closed around his fingers so hard he was ravenous to feel the same on his dick. Closing and releasing. Rippling around him as her orgasm rolled on. She shook with pleasure while he watched, witnessing every wave that crashed over her. It was a privilege making Remington Ford come.
She clung to him with her free hand as she writhed against him, around him. It went on and on, and when those bottle green eyes finally opened again, they were glassy and unseeing.
He snatched her off the table and carried her, warm and pliant in his arms, to the bedroom.
There were so many ways he wanted to take her. He wanted to turn her ass pink and then sink between her legs as she came up on her tiptoes to take him. He wanted to fuck her against a wall so she had no escape from his hard thrusts. He wanted her to ride him on the couch, legs spread wide over his lap, his mouth on her breasts.
But this first time, he wanted to see everything.
“How conventional,” she teased as he lay her on the bed. “I took you for a bend a girl over the arm of a couch kind of man.”
“Give me time.”
All humor disappeared when he slid his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and shucked them off. Remi looked dazed as his erection stood tall and proud like a warrior.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he said grimly as he climbed onto the mattress between her legs, encircling her delicate ankles with his palms.
29
Naked Brick Callan, kneeling between her feet with hooded eyes and the longest, thickest, angriest hard-on she’d ever seen, was enough to take a girl’s breath away.
She’d known he’d be big. Hell, the rest of him was super-sized. But this was…impressive. And maybe just a little bit terrifying.
That first orgasm that had blazed through her, the one that rendered her weak-kneed and silent? The one that had hollowed her out?
She wanted another one from that.
She wanted him bending her over every flat surface in the cottage just so he could slap her ass until she begged for his cock. She wanted his mouth on her nipples, pulling, tugging, drinking her in, while his beard scraped her skin pink.
She wanted to be the place he found and lost himself.
“You’re doing a hell of a lot of not touching me right now,” she observed, keeping her tone light. If he had any inkling how much she wanted him to force that thick shaft inside her, he’d find a way to say no. To decide she couldn’t handle it.
“I’m hanging on by my fucking fingernails, Remi. I can’t not be inside you for much longer.” His confession reignited the fire between her legs. Her core pulsed greedily around the empty space inside her.
“Then put us both out of our misery,” she begged.
“First, you’re gonna show me how wet you still are for me. Then I’m going to taste you because I’ve been dying to know your flavor for as long as I can remember.”
She swallowed hard. “And then?” she squeaked.
“And then I’m going to sink my cock into you and make you mine.”
With that, he sat back on his knees, naked and fucking glorious.
“If you get up from this mattress without what we’re both dying for, I will chop your big, beautiful body up into pieces and feed you to the goddamn fish,” she threatened.
He gripped her jaw in one hand. “Baby, I’m the only one who gets to make threats in bed.”
She was perfectly fine with that. She bit his thumb and nearly came when she saw his cock jerk between the stone monuments of his massive thighs.