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“Relax, Tatiana.”

His mouth was at my ear, and I felt more than I heard his words. And what I felt was a zap to my girly-parts. See? Totally screwed.

Chapter 16

This was new.

Waking up with an arm full of soft woman was not how I usually woke up. I buried my nose in unruly curls and inhaled. Though it should’ve been impossible, she smelled like flowers. Some sort of purpley smell that I could get used to waking up next to. On that thought, I couldn’t help but to smile at how pissed she was when I crawled into bed next to her. Which of course led me to think about how even more pissed she was going to be when she woke up still in my arms.

I’d heard the guys moving around the house for the last hour, but nothing short of an RPG taking out the side of the house was going to pull me from this bed. Or from her. We had some unfinished business from last night. And I planned on doing exactly what I told her I was going to do. However, before I started I needed her fully awake and alert.

It took a while but she finally stirred. “Mornin’, Doll.”

Her body went from pliant and soft to stiff. And it happened immediately.

“Brooks…”

It was a clear warning to stop my roaming hands. One I was going to ignore. I pressed her closer to me and whispered, “How’d you sleep?”

“Not well,” she mumbled.

“Liar.”

“We need to get up.”

No, we didn’t. Not until I reminded her of a few things.

“Not yet.” My hand moved from her stomach to her hip. And I held her where I wanted her. Her ass flush against my hard-on. “We’ve got time.”

She didn't make me wait long, her sweet ass pushed back and my hand was on the move again. Under the elastic of her shorts, finally reaching bare skin. So fucking silky-soft, my cock jerked in response. I wanted this time to be slow. I wanted to take my time and tease her. But with her ass rubbing against my crotch it was too much. I started to push her shorts down, needing them out of my way. Thankfully she lifted her ass and took over.

"Turn your head, Doll, I want your mouth."

Without hesitation she brought her mouth to mine. So fucking sweet. Her tongue glided against mine and she moaned. That was sweet, too. Swallowing the sexy mews she made. I hitched her leg over my hip, walked my fingertips down her inner thigh, and traced along the side of her panties.

"Brooks." She broke the kiss.

"Right here, Doll."

"Please touch me."

My finger drifted over her cotton-covered slit and it was my turn to moan.

"You're soaked." I could feel her excitement through the wet material, which ratcheted up my desire.

She didn't answer. Instead, she pushed back, rubbing her bare ass against my now throbbing cock. I pushed her panties aside debating whether or not to rip the offending material clean off her body. But when my fingers touched the smooth skin of her pussy, all thoughts about underwear flew out the window. So did any thoughts of going slow.

"Keep your legs wide for me, Doll." She adjusted her leg over my hip, opening herself further. Two fingers slipped in and she bucked. "So fucking hot and wet."

And I did what I'd told her I’d do last night, I didn't delay. With my fingers working her pussy, my other hand went under her shirt, yanked the cup of her bra down, and palmed her perky tit. I was mindless, my hands moved on their own, purely on instinct. I pinched and rolled her nipple while I made sure the heel of my hand was grinding down on her clit as my fingers worked in and out of her tight slit.

"Brooks," she panted.

I'd planned on only getting her off with my fingers, but the need in her voice was my undoing.

I yanked my hand out of her panties, rolled her to her back, pushed her shirt up, bra down, and finally tugged her underwear down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I barely had my cock freed when she wrapped her long legs around my hips and tightened them. I palmed my hard-on and guided the tip inside, and with one hard thrust I buried myself deep.

Fuck.