“What do you think? I was wound up so tight that, right then and there, I busted in my shorts. Perfect timing for Cory to walk by. We were all mortified. He didn’t speak to me for a week.”
Brinton howled with laughter.
“Isn’t there an amendment to the bro code?” she asked once she regained her breath. “Something covering the consensual groping of a hot sibling’s titty?”
“Not in his book.” He laughed. “He still won’t let me sit near her at holiday parties. She’s a surgeon and married with three kids, by the way.”
Jamie spread his fingertips wide, then massaged the back of Brinton’s scalp in tight, slow circles.
“Oh,” Brinton breathed. When she swallowed a moan, the stifled sound sent a shot of molten heat straight to his crotch.
Not ideal, given her head was inches away.
“Good?” he asked, inching toward her crown.
“Mm-hmm,” she answered, practically hypnotized. “Shit…”
He circled her temples.
“Tell me what you want.” The urgency in his voice refused to be tamped down.
“Could you get my neck?” She tipped her head backward. When he hit the spot she liked, her eyes closed and lips parted on a gasp.
He moved down the buttery slopes of her shoulders, to her sculpted collarbone.
“Keep going,” she moaned.
“Shit, baby. You know I wanna, but?—”
“I know. Just—please.”
Her boldness lured him into an intoxicating trance. Her shoulders dug into Jamie’s inner thighs. The friction felt so glorious, if not taunting him torelease. His need was almost punishing as his erection throbbed. Another nudge and he’d go off like a shot gun, but he had to hold on.
He wanted tosavorthis.
Slowly, Jamie’s fingertips drifted down her chest, following the heavy curve of her breasts. Her back arched in invitation.
“Lemme hear you,” he rasped, shamelessly squeezing her breasts. “Show off for me.”
Brinton stopped trying to quiet those little noises that made him want to have her on the living room floor.
“There’s my sweet girl,” he murmured.
“I thought about you like this all day,” Brinton whispered. Her head lolled backward into his lap. He pressed her breasts together, fantasizing about how they’d feel if Brinton were bouncing in his lap instead.
“Me too, baby. And every day since you got here. Every damn night too. That’s why I came. I had to?—”
His rumbling groan barreled through his chest.
“I had to touch you again. I want you in the worst fucking way.”
In a flash, Brinton turned her torso, then angled her head closer. Fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, she tugged Jamie down until their lips collided.
Her wet, supple tongue whipped around his, as if claiming him ashers. At the thought, tingles reverberated from Jamie’s scalp to his toes.
As they toppled onto the rug, Jamie’s broad body eclipsed hers. Brinton was a panting mess. Much to her squealing delight, he pinned both wrists above her head. Slinking down her throat, he sucked here and nipped there, until he reached those breasts he craved so intensely. Brinton mewed each time his tongue flicked over her nipples. He did it over and over again, until her flimsy camisole was soaked through. He blew cool air over the twin splotches, enchanted as each tender peak pebbled beneath his lips.
Jamie sucked Brinton’s right nipple, long and hard. “You like when I worship you like this?”
