“The only reason one of us is getting off this mattress is to rehydrate,” he promised. “And if you don’t behave yourself, I’ll roll you over and make sure you think of me every time you sit down tomorrow.”
She was also good with that. Very, very good.
“Now, show me how wide you can spread for me.”
For once in her life, Remi wanted to obey. She let her knees fall open and reveled in the rumble in his chest when he stared down at her.
“So fucking wet. Do you like being my plaything?”
Brick Callan was dirty-talking her. She was light-headed with the fantasy come to life.
“Yes,” she confessed, her voice shaking.
“Good girl.”
It made her feel treasured and tortured. But there wasn’t time to worry about which one was more important, because Brick was sliding her underwear down her thighs again. Only this time, he took them all the way off.
He swore under his breath, eyes looking possessed, and then he was slipping his palms under her behind and lifting her up.
The first swipe of his tongue elicited a near scream from her and a pained groan from him. This was happening. The object of her fantasies was…God…fucking her with his tongue. She was raw and sensitive already, and the stiff thrusts of his tongue into her opening followed by long licks against her seam had her fingernails digging into his biceps.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pausing his assault to bite her inner thigh. “I need more time. I need more time with you,” he demanded.
“Yes. Okay,” she whispered back as her core turned to lava.
“Look at me, Remi,” he ordered.
With heroic effort, she managed to pry her eyelids open. He looked like a debauched devil between her legs. His beard rubbing at her inner thighs as his tongue darted out to tease her greedy clitoris.
“Fuck,” she dropped her head back against the pillow.
“Look at me,” he said again.
She lifted her head in frustration.
“Give me more time.”
“Ugh. Yes. Fine. Whatever.”
“For as long as you’re on this island, you’re mine.” His hands tightened on her hips and ass. “Say it, Remi. Promise me.”
She bit her lip. She didn’t want to make this promise. He’d hold her to it. And that would put him in danger. Unless she left.
One of his hands found her breast, fingers tugging restlessly on her nipple. “Promise me,” he demanded, his delicious, talented finger probing her entrance.
Desperate, needy, and maybe in her deepest recesses, there was a part of her that wanted to make this promise to him. She cracked. “Yes. Fine. As long as I’m on this island.”
“Finish it,” he said, sliding only the first inch of two fingers into her.
“I’m yours,” she breathed.
He sank his fingers into her and crawled up her body while they pumped in and out of her. “Good girl,” he whispered against her ear before nipping it.
What did it say about her that she fucking loved it when he said those words to her? She’d worry about that later. After another orgasm.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked harshly.
She nodded.
“I’m asking because I’ve got a condom in my wallet wherever my pants are, but there’s nothing that I want more than to feel you from the inside with nothing between us. I haven’t been with anyone since…in a long time. If you have any sense, you should say no.”
She felt the weight of his body on hers, felt it anchoring her onto the mattress. Like it was the rightest thing in the world to have his weight on her.
“Good thing I’ve got no sense,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and dipped his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he breathed. “Don’t give that to me just because I asked. Just because I’ve got my fingers in you.”
“Then take your fingers out,” Remi ordered.
On a groan, he slid them out. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as he fed them between his own lips to taste her again like she was some kind of expensive dessert.
“I want that, Brick. I’ve never done that with anyone. I want it to be you. I want to feel you. Please give me this.”
“You are a fucking dream,” he whispered fervently.
“Just one thing,” she said as he took his shaft in his hand and lined the thick tip up against her entrance like a kiss, a promise. It was enough to make her lose her train of thought.
“What one thing?” he asked gruffly. His chest hair tickled her breasts as he inhaled.
“If you try to hold back on me, I will knee you in the balls and then get myself off while I make you watch,” she warned him.
He grinned. An honest-to-god evil smile. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
God, she hoped not.
He pressed against her a little harder, and she shuddered as he eased the first two inches into her. Bare. Raw. No barriers between them.
“You remember the art shop alley?” he whispered against her jaw.
“Uh-huh,” she said on a shuddery breath.
“That was less than two years of blue balls.”
“So?”
“This is a decade and a half. So hang the fuck on.”
“God, I hope you mean that.”
There was no warning. He simply thrust home in one brutal motion, burying himself in her flesh.
“Brick!”
“God damn it, Remi!” His shout echoed in her ears.
Somehow she still hadn’t been prepared for just how much he needed her to take. Stretched to capacity. Maybe even just beyond. There was pain. A jagged edge of it, but there was something much, much stronger. The fullness, the feel of that thick member breaching her with nothing between them. It was so intimate. So raw.
Her muscles rippled around the head of his dick, and he groaned through his teeth.
“That’s not all of it, baby. I need you to relax.”
Her laugh was brittle. “Make me.”
He pulled out and rammed himself back in two more times before he was finally fully sheathed in her. Every inch buried in her welcoming pussy. Joined.
Neither of them moved as they both struggled to get used to the new sensations. Remi felt as if she was being split in half. Yet the pleasure, the joy, the rightness of Brick’s body joining hers was unimaginable.
It was so perfect it hurt her heart. All those years of wanting this exact moment, and now that it was here, now that it was more beautiful than even she could have imagined, it was too much.
Her breath was coming in short pants as she struggled to relax around him.
“Baby, I swear to fuck if you have an attack right now,” he groaned into her neck.
He was sweating from the effort to hold back. She needed him to let loose inside her. Needed to be the place all of him was welcomed. And for that to happen, she had to relax.
She forced a breath and then another one. On the third, he gave a strangled kind of moan and slowly pulled nearly all the way out.
The relief from the pressure she expected never came. She only felt empty again. “Brick. Please.”
“You’re crying,” he whispered softly. He sounded pained.
“Because it’s so beautiful,” she sobbed. “Because I need you. I need all of you holding me down here, making me feel safe and beautiful and wanted.”