“Few months now.” Brodie’s finger made contact with my clit, swirling and pressing the little button until I thought I might explode. “Isn’t that right, darling? Met outside of a coffee shop in the Financial District.”
I nearly choked on my tongue. I was so fucking close to cumming I thought I might clamp down on my own tongue. And then punch Brodie square in the throat. The way his fingers worked me, the way he carried on the conversation as if his hand wasn’t about to make me cum…
I didn’t know if I could take it.
Brodie was frying my brain cells.
Rendering me mindless.
Hot.
So. Close. To…
“What’d you say your last name was, Brodie?” Max pushed the topic further.
Brodie pinched my clit between his thumb and finger, my muscles splitting off in every direction as stars shot through every dark corner of my brain. I clamped down on my lips as my breaths burned in my lungs and sex poured through my veins. “Merrick. Brodie Merrick.”
I clutched at Brodie’s wrist under the crisp white linen covering the table, my eyes slowly opening.
“Brodie Merrick…” Max glanced at me. “You related to Danny Merrick?”
Brodie’s eyes shot up, his hand slipping out of my panties and threading with mine. “Yes, that’s my brother.”
Max’s eyes rounded in shock before he nodded. “Yeah, maybe we were introduced through him. Long time ago. Looks like the song’s about to end, so I should get back up there.”
Brodie nodded, watching as Max turned and sauntered away, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
“You asshole!” I whispered to Brodie.
“Feel good?” His hand squeezed my knee, a cocky grin eating up his face.
“So good I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.” He laughed, pulling my chair a little closer to him. “What do you think Max was talking about?”
“No idea.” Brodie shrugged and pulled our linked hands out from under the table, pressing my knuckles to his lips and placing a soft kiss there. “Mm…love the smell of you on my fingers.”
I could feel the blush creeping up my face.
The way my nipples tightened.
The way he made butterflies crash into my ribcage.
If this is what a date with Brodie felt like, I would soon be addicted.
Warm words washed across my skin. “Let’s take a walk.”
“Okay,” I replied, rising from my seat.
Chapter Seven
Brodie
As soon as Bryn and I were around the corner and immersed in darkness, I pulled her against my body, trapping her between myself and the wall of the house. “You’ve been tempting me all night. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you, Bryn.”
Her breaths came out hard and fast.
“Your sweet little nipples have been playing peekaboo with me in this dress all night. Tell me, did you dress like a little cocktease at your sister’s wedding for me?” I pressed my lips to hers, tangling our tongues together. With little licks, she submitted to my touch.
Exactly as I knew she would.
I could see the submission coming off her in waves all night. She put up a brave, very strong independent woman front, but she wanted to be taken. Cared for. Claimed.
“I can’t wait to taste you, pretty girl.” I pushed a hand down the front of her dress, pressing between her thighs and sliding two fingers through the dampness of her delicious pussy. I teased her hot little bud before gripping her hips and spinning her around. “I’d love to see you on all fours, ass propped in the air, bite marks on your ass cheeks. I want to hear you beg for me to own you, fuck you when I want. Whenever and wherever I want.”
I propped her ass in the air, planted her hands on the wall of the house, and dropped to my knees. Sliding my palms up the backs of her thighs, a shudder coursed through her. “You want that, princess?”
A soft moan fell from her lips. I pushed the fabric of the dress over her hips and feasted my eyes on her lush creamy ass for the first time. “Let me hear you, Bryn.”
I swatted at her ass, enjoying the way she jumped and yelped. “Yes, please. I want it. I want you, Brodie.”
“That’s a girl.” I hooked a finger in the elastic of the sexy red lacy panties. “Tell me, sweetheart, you buy these for me like you did the fuck-me heels?”
She moaned, her head bobbing. “I can’t hear you, sweet girl.”
I swatted her other ass cheek, loving the way the flesh shook with the pressure of my smack.
“Yes, Brodie.”
“Mm, you’ve got a naughty streak, don’t you? You look delicious enough to eat, Bryn.” I stood, fisting the thin strap of lace in my hand and tearing. “But I want inside you first.”