“I intend to put my money where my mouth is.”
He crawled onto the bed again. He kissed her, and as he did so, he ran a hand down her body, cupping her breast on the way. He tweaked her nipples. Electrical currents radiated through her body, as if Brad’s fingers were made of lightning. She swallowed a moan, not yet willing to let him know how turned on she was, but it escaped anyway. She threw her head back and surrendered to it instead, seeing the futility in holding back. He kissed her again, and she could feel his smile against her lips. She hadn’t wanted him to know how good he was, but decided she should just roll with it. Feel this. Feelhimagainst her, smug smile and all.
She tried not to think about all the other people they’d both been with in the last five years—especially all of the women he’d been with, as irrational as that was. Instead, she focused on the way his fingers danced over her body. She ran her hands over his chest and his back, over the curve of his ass. His skin was smooth and a little sweaty under her hands. His body was strong, with rounded muscles, more like a runner than a baker. She trailed her fingers along his spine and he hissed again, jerked a little in her arms, and she knew she was getting to him, too. This time she was the one who smiled smugly.
Then his fingers dipped between her legs.
“Already ready for me?”
“Not quite. I think you should try to earn it.”
There was that goddamned grin. Then he moved, kissing his way down her chest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth. He kissed her belly button. Then he kissed her between her legs.
She melted. All the way, all the rest of her defenses just evaporated.
She moaned as he lapped at her, his expert tongue exciting her, making her body come alive. Everything in her wanted to buck against him, to urge him to press harder, to just make her feeleverything, but not yet; she needed this to last. She moaned as he got his fingers into the mix. And, oh, there it was, just the right amount of magic, and everything in her was hot and tingly and racing toward the cliff. Her heart sped up. Her limbs turned to jelly. She thrust her fingers into his hair and tried to pull him closer, tried to get closer to that cliff.
Lindsay was on the teetering edge but not quite getting there, and she was going to go out of her mind if she didn’t come soon.
“Brad,” she said.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I need you.”
He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “What do you need me to do?”
“I need you inside me. Right now.”
“With pleasure.”
And before she even really knew what was happening, he moved with lighting quickness and was on top of her. He kissed her hard, and she could taste herself, but she didn’t mind it.
“You want me?” he asked, the blunt head of his cock poking at the entrance to her body.
“God, so much.” She canted her hips up to meet him, hoping to encourage him.
“This is the moment I was talking about, by the way. I’m ready for it.”
“Good. Shut up.”
He thrust forward.
She moaned as he sank inside her. Didn’t even hesitate, just went right for it, the way he did everything. Damn, that was good. He filled her exactly the way she needed him to. She kissed him, put her arms around him, and thrust up against him. He started to slide in and out, build up a rhythm, and he slid a hand between them to rub his thumb against her clit. This was… This was everything, the perfect amount of pressure, exactly what she needed, and she was going to explode if he kept doing it. He rocked into her and grunted with the effort. She could see the strain on his face as he tried to postpone his orgasm.
A thousand memories hit her suddenly. Lazy lovemaking on weekend mornings. Quick, stolen moments in kitchens. Hot and fast in the shower. Slow and tender in the evening. The two of them fitting together the way two people were meant to. Over and over again, and it was never boring, always exciting, always exactly like this, the kind of sex that made Lindsay think her whole heart would explode.
The orgasm clobbered her, stole her breath, made the world go white. She arched off the bed and cried out. He cursed above her, grasped at her shoulders, and then she felt him shudder.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him as he came, something she’d done plenty of times when they were together, almost like a habit.
Chapter 9
“You remember that weird cruise we took?” asked Brad.
Lindsay laughed. He took that to mean she did.
She was draped over him on his bed, still naked. He ran his fingers along her arm, and she sighed happily.
