God he was built—all raw, sinewy muscle which bulged with every move. The scars as she’d expected extended along his arm and torso. The pain he’d had to endure to leave such a permanent imprint on his flesh raked her. All she wanted to do was make it better. Trusting her instincts, she closed the distance between them but avoided his dipped head as he went to kiss. Returning to his nipple, she kissed a path around it, then across to his shoulder and traced each ridge of brutalized skin with her tongue.
His swift inhale and the strength in his fingers as he gripped her shattered the last of her reservations. A man with his confidence and beauty probably didn’t expect to feel doubt or embarrassment, but the shudders racking him spoke volumes for a damaged ego. The ache to explore spread until she made it to the inside of his wrist then returned to his torso.
When he caught her hair and pulled her in for another kiss, she flowed to him. The lock of his mouth over hers invaded every sense. She could taste him on her tongue, and his hot, masculine scent filled her nostrils. So much better than what she’d experienced against the pillow. The lingering reminder on the cloth had only been a bare shadow of the real thing.
His possession of her mouth took her breath away. Kissing him was a drug she could easily become addicted to. Her nipples tingled where they rubbed against his skin and as if drawn by the same thought, he kissed his way along her throat. The barest pinch of his teeth grazing her skin sent her need into overdrive.
Stroking her hands through his hair, she tried to pull his head up but he growled a low sound that soaked her panties before continuing his exploration along the divot of her shoulder blade then to her breasts. When he descended to one knee and caught an aching nipple between his teeth, she arched her head back to cry out. The hard pull of his mouth on her sensitive flesh sent a pulse straight to her pussy and she squeezed her thighs together. He slid his fingers between her skin and the waistband of her shorts. One moment they were on and the next they vanished.
The night air slid over her overheated skin and she shuddered. But Brett wasn’t done. He kissed a path to her neglected breast and eased his hand between her thighs to cup her sex. The invasion of his fingers as they parted her labia left her panting. One finger sank into her and she almost came at the brush of his thumb across her clit.
Aching for more, she gasped as he thrust a second finger into her. The rough thickness as he stretched and worked in and out of her left her soaking his hand with her need. She’d never been so fucking wet in her life. A low, keening sound echoed from her throat and Brett released her breast to glance up at her.
Thank God, the hunger on his face matched the writhing need inside. He rubbed her clit again, detonating a series of electric shocks through her system. It felt fucking fantastic, but she wanted more. When she would have pulled away, he clamped a hand against her hip and kept her in place.
With sure, even strokes he continued to massage the bundle of nerves and thrust his fingers in a mirroring image of his cock taking her. The conjured image of him actually taking her sent her over the edge and she came. Gripping his shoulders with his hands, she cried out. A violent shiver raced through her at the force of the orgasm, and still he petted her and drove her over again.
Collapsing on her spaghetti muscles, she gasped as he caught her. He eased his hand from her sex and pressed his damp fingers to his lips. The demand in his gaze sent a fresh wave of sweet, wet heat sliding through her. Capturing his forefinger she sucked it between her lips and didn’t look away from his scorching gaze.
Tasting herself had never been her thing, but God—tasting herself on Brett turned her molten. Despite the orgasm, she wanted him again and this time she wanted his cock. Gripping his wrist, she wrapped her mouth around both fingers he used, sucking and licking until she’d pulled away all of her moisture. The rapid increase to his breathing and the steel bulge beneath her ass was all the reward she could want.
Drawing away from his mouth, she slid along his lap to the floor and when he would have reached for her she shrugged off his hands. Undoing the snap of his jeans, she spared him glance. “Off.”
“We don’t…”
Pressing her fingers to his lips, she glared at him. “Don’t you dare say we don’t have to do this or try and turn this shit around. Do you want me?”
“Yes.” Sharp. Edgy. Primal.
“Then take your fucking jeans off.” The rawness in her wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than the raw him. Gone was the remoteness in his gaze and the perfectly pleasant companion, leaving only the heated, demanding male. His gaze searched hers and he must have found what he wanted, because he let her help tug the jeans off. He had to stand to do it and she remained on her knees, gazing at him as she peeled the denim along his legs.