He shrugged, pretending like it hadn’t occupied nearly every waking hour for the last week. Pretending that he hadn’t done it to put that exact look on her beautiful face. “It was no problem.”
“Well, shit.” Remi snatched a bright yellow napkin off one of the tables and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “This took work. A lot of that. I can see it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, his voice strained.
Need had taken over. He couldn’t stand not being able to touch her.
When she looked at him, he read it in her eyes.
“Can I see you for a second to talk about that thing?” She hooked her thumb toward the door and batted those big green eyes at him. When her teeth sank into that full, red lip, he barely managed not to pick her up and carry her out of there.
“Sure,” he said, absolute shit at pretending.
His heart raced as he held the door open for her. When she made a move for the stairs, he grabbed her arm and hauled her inside the storage room instead.
He hadn’t even managed to shut the door or find the light switch when her arms looped around his neck and dragged him down for a kiss.
It was pitch black in the room, but his senses were full of her. That electric scent. The breathy little moan she made when he forced her mouth open so his tongue could thrust inside. All the soft, willing warmth of her body under his rough palms.
It was insanity. An obsession. This need that grew bigger in him, threatening to overwhelm him. The desire to claim her choked him.
“How much time do we have?” she whispered.
“Thirty minutes,” he said, dragging his teeth down the column of her neck.
“More than enough time to reapply my lipstick,” she said cheerfully. Her gasp was music to his fucking ears when his hands coasted down over those generous breasts.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Remi.”
She laughed lightly. “It’s pitch black in here,” she teased.
“You looked beautiful in the light and you feel beautiful in the dark.”
Her breath hitched and then her fingers began to work their magic in the waistband of his pants.
“Remington,” he growled.
“I forgot how hot you are in a tie. The beard, the tie, your sleeves rolled up. God, the way you look at me. It makes me stop thinking about anything but you.”
Fuck. His dick swelled behind his zipper. He hated that suddenly the words weren’t enough for the rest of him. He wanted more than Remi wanting his hands on her. He wanted her to need him, to love him.
“Let me thank you, Brick. Let me show you how much this means to me,” she insisted, her hands working his belt open.
His stomach muscles tensed as she undid the button and lowered his zipper.
“What are you doing?” he groaned as her hands slid down his thighs when she dropped to her knees.
“Thanking you,” she said. Her breath was hot against his aching cock.
His next words were forgotten as her velvet mouth closed over the tip of his cock.
Blindly, he slapped his hands against the door to hold himself upright as Remington Ford performed miracles on her knees. That mouth. That fucking glorious, wicked mouth was doing things to him in the dark that he couldn’t comprehend. The rough of her tongue, the drag of her teeth. And when she gripped him at the root, when she closed those eager fingers around him tight, he knew he’d never be the same.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said, the words coming out rough and tumble.
“You will. Later. This is just for you,” she said, her lips feathering over the tip. Tongue darting out to dance over the slit where even now moisture gathered. Getting sucked off by Remi in a dark closet. It had probably been a fantasy. Probably been something to keep him up at night after another family gathering. Another dinner across the table from her.
He couldn’t go back now. He couldn’t go back to before he knew what she felt like writhing under him, begging him for everything he could give her. Couldn’t go back to a time when he didn’t know what it felt like to fuck her sweet mouth. There would be no more Thanksgivings or Christmases together if she left. He wouldn’t be able to look at her and not remember this. She was going to ruin him.
And he couldn’t stop himself from letting her.
Her lips coasted down over his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat, working him in wet strokes. He could imagine her on her knees in front of him. Picture those green eyes looking up at him in wonder as he swelled in her mouth. As his balls drew up against his body, fire burning inside them.
She gave him so much with her body. But he wanted more. He wanted forever with her.
But right now. Right now. She was taking him to heaven.
His fingers dug into the metal of the door. He couldn’t help himself, he had to thrust. Fisting one hand in that glorious hair. He used his grip to guide her pace. Soft grunts clawed their way out of his throat as a pleasure so intense burned him from the inside out. It was building at the base of his spine. In his balls. The pulsing throb was almost painful.
Remi moaned, the hum of it like a match to turpentine. It lit him up.
“Remington,” he hissed.
She gripped his shaft tighter with both hands and took him deep.
Again and again, he thrust into her mouth until he was mindless, until nothing else existed to him but the razor’s edge of pleasure.
“Baby,” he rasped. “I’m going to come. Don’t try to—Oh, God.”
She wouldn’t let him pull out. It only made her suck him harder. And when she released one hand from the root of his erection to palm his balls, he lost it.
The release caught him by the throat as it lanced through him. It scalded him from the inside out, that first fiery rope of come as it exploded forth. Into her mouth. In a panic, he found the light switch and slapped it on just so he could watch.
She was worshipping him, a goddess on her knees.
His breath caught, every fiber of muscle in his body tensed as pleasure sharp as pain stabbed him. Again and again, he rocked into her mouth, bucking his hips in erratic thrusts as she took everything he had to give. As she milked every drop from him, allowing nothing to be held back.
That’s what she did. She’d never settle for anything less than all. And for once, he wanted to demand the same.
Even after he was done, even after she’d sucked him dry, he kept up with the shallow, greedy thrusts.
He was dizzy. His thighs quaked with the effort it took to hold himself upright. Remi had been made for a lot of things. One of those things was giving him pleasure. He was sure of it.
Drawing in a shaky breath, he couldn’t do anything but lean his forehead against the door and try not to collapse on top of her. Try not to tell her that he loved her. That he’d always loved her. That he’d never be the same without her.
Her hands were stroking up and down his thighs. Soothing the beast after she’d riled it.
“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly after a long minute. “Did I hurt you?”
“Okay?” There was laughter in her voice. “I feel like a million bucks making big Brick Callan’s knees shake like that.”
She’d been making his knees quake for years.
“Baby, you are going to be the death of me,” he whispered.
Her lips skimmed the sensitive head of his still half-hard penis. A kiss. Christ. How in the fuck was he supposed to survive this? Realizing he still had her hair wrapped around his fingers, he loosened his grip.