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“What would you do if it were a bad breakup? Did you have a boyfriend in high school?”
She smiled, the storm in her eyes breaking. “I did when I was fifteen. We held hands and side-hugged each other for six blissful weeks. Then he got a C on a biology test and his mother prohibited him from dating. I cried for two days straight and ate my weight in oatmeal creme pies. Cody snuck into my room both days and gained five pounds of sympathy weight alongside me.”
I huffed a laugh. “Well, how about we do that? I’ll make us some oatmeal waffles with icing, and we can sit in bed and pretend we don’t exist until Monday. And if you’re feeling up to it, we can look at listings somewhere in there too. I can go into the restaurant for a couple of hours for prep and open in the morning. And I don’t have to go over to the docks anymore. Ari’s is doing well enough that they started getting deliveries right to the restaurant.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. That’s great.”
I smiled, the pride that filled my chest surprising me. “It is.”
She snaked her arms around my waist. “And what else can we do?”
“So much, Bree,” I rumbled, letting my hands trace down her back, stopping above her ass.
“And if I want you?”
I moved my hands all the way to her ass and pulled her against me, letting her feel how much I wanted her. “You say the word, Bree. Say it, and I’ll carry you into that bedroom right now.” I shifted so my thigh was positioned between her legs, letting out a harsh breath when I felt the warmth of her core through the material of my sweatpants.
“But,” I said, pausing my movements. “I need to take care of you. Every part of you,” I brought a hand up and caressed her head for emphasis. “You don’t want the memory of our first time together to be linked to everything that happened this morning, do you? I might be wrong, and tell me if I am, Bree. Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll take us to bed and sink inside you until dawn.”
My breaths became more labored as I spoke, and at some point, she’d taken the reins and started grinding on my thigh while gripping my shoulders. Her mouth parted in a silent moan, her pupils dilating.
“Is it all—” She gasped as I changed the angle of her grind, hitting her clit as she rasped, “Is it all or nothing?”
Using the hand that still rested on the back of her neck, I brought her mouth to mine in answer. Her lips were warm, fitting perfectly with mine as our breaths and tongues tangled, the rock of her hips becoming more urgent. My other hand slipped into her leggings, taking a firm hold on her ass—a near tie with her thighs, my favorite part of her.
There wasn’t a single part of Bree Faust that I didn't crave.
I groaned at the feel of her bare skin, and knowing today wasn’t the day to be rude, as she called it, I encouraged her rocking, whispering encouragement into her ear all the way to the end.
Telling her how beautiful she was, how perfect. Desirable. Wanted.
Needed.
She tilted her head back and came on a gasp, and I cataloged every detail of the moment. The sound, her loose hair, the freckles that covered nearly every inch of her face, trailing down her neck before disappearing into her shirt.
The satisfaction of the wetness against my thigh.
I rocked her through the aftershocks, her small gasps and twitches almost enough to send me over the edge.
I spun her around to face the sliding glass door that led to the front deck, the Gulf eclipsing almost the entire view. I snaked one hand into the front of her leggings and right to her slit as the other went in the opposite direction to rub tight circles over her nipple. I ran my fingers through her wetness, and she threw her head back on my shoulder, a shudder ripping through her body. “Do you think you have one more for me, Bree?”
I felt her nod against my chest, and I quickly brought her to a second climax, coordinating the pressing and circling of her clit with two fingers while I alternated between her breasts with the other.
She slumped against me as I removed my hand from her leggings, bringing my fingers to my mouth. She tracked the movement, her eyes widening in shock when I sucked on them.
“Good girl,” I praised before pulling back and slapping her ass with my other hand. “Now go get a nap while I make some waffles.”
She jumped, skittering away into the bedroom after pausing in the doorway to grant me a small, warm smile.
45
BREE
“It’s so perfect, I may die.”
“If you don’t let go, I may also die,” I wheezed, and Liem relaxed his grip on me.
Vinh surveyed the tiny two-bedroom cottage. “He’s not wrong, Bree. It’s within walking distance to downtown Bay Springs, and the realtor had a copy of the inspection. Everything is up to code. The neighborhood has good safety ratings too.”
