Page 61 of Big Dill

“You remembered them?” I tease, heart hammering.

“Yeah,” he admits, a dark grin tugging at his lips. “Might have entered my dreams a time or two.”

His hands leave my breasts and settle on my thighs. With just enough pressure, he pins me in place, and a thrill surges through me as he takes one nipple into his mouth.

“Brody,” I gasp, forgetting how to breathe as a delicious heat gathers low in my core.

“Breathe, babe,” he murmurs, voice husky against me, his tongue performing a magic act that has every nerve in my body walking a tightrope. He sucks, swirls, and nibbles until pleasure bleeds into an exquisite ache. How does he always know exactly what I need?

I rake my fingers through his hair when he pulls back, dark eyes scanning me like he’s memorizing every curve.

“It was…bad, wasn’t it?” I ask, my voice trembling as my body still craves him.

He crinkles his nose. “Like eating a dry waffle without syrup.”

An aroused laugh escapes me, and he can’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “I guess it wasn’t great for you either.”

“I thought you were trying to stick Post-it notes to my nipples with your tongue,” I tease, breath hitching.

That earns a full belly laugh from him. He pauses, like he’s trying to visualize it, brow furrowed in mock concentration. “I don’t think I get it.”

“Me neither,” I admit quickly, pushing to my feet, a quivering mess in front of him. “But there are…other experiments we need to conduct.”

Like testing exactly how much I’ll hate—love—having his mouth on me again.

“Yes. There are,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. My pulse races, and I grow impossibly wetter.

He grips my hips, guiding me around his body, before settling onto the couch. “How about you take those pants off for me, Jami?”

A squeak escapes me. “You want me to⁠—”

“Strip,” he interrupts, voice low and commanding, and heat spirals straight through me.

I reach for the button on my jeans, self-conscious as his hungry eyes track me. My fingers hesitate.

“Wait,” he growls, tossing cushions aside. “Music.” He strides over to the big cubby shelf, moving blankets and knickknacks, muttering. “Where the fuck…”

“I moved it. It’s there,” I point to the corner.

He fumbles with his phone, fingers clumsy, but finally connects. Soft music fills the room.

Feeling a little more at ease, I start to wiggle, and he drops back onto the couch, leaning forward on his elbows as if he doesn’t want to miss a single move. Desire radiates from him, and it boosts my confidence. I turn, offering him my backside.

A low growl is my reward.

I pop the button on my jeans, gripping the sides, and slowly slide them down my legs, leaving my panties in place. Pants join the growing pile on the floor. I run my hands up my sides and turn slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of my breast.

“Jami…”

The way he says my name, coated in desire, makes me shiver.

“Yeah?” I feign innocence, trying to act oblivious.

“Turn around. Face me.”

I slowly spin, covering my breasts in mock shyness.

He grins, dark and knowing. “I’ve already seen them.”