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“This isn’t fu—”
My mouth touched his. There was no more talking.
No matter what, I was going to have my moment in the sun.
I hoped it would last.
23
BILLIE
I could kiss Brett like this forever.
His lips skimmed mine, tentative, and then it hardened, almost punishing. Brett took control, demanding more. More access. More taste. His hand slid down my throat, between my breasts, to my stomach. I squirmed, wanting it to go farther. I wanted to feel him completely against me, but he held himself back.
His massive shoulders. His rock hard chest.
My hands slipped under his shirt, stroking his skin, and he groaned deep in his throat as he changed the angle of our kiss, his hand moving to the back of my neck. He anchored my head, somehow getting an even better position to explore my mouth.
I panted, burning up.
I lifted myself toward him. If he wouldn’t come to me, I’d go to him. He wrapped his arm around me and turned so I was sprawled on top of him. I was lost in him, in the push and pull of kissing him, tasting him. It was so natural to be here, with him. Pleasure pulsated through me, rising, and I wanted more.
Growling, Brett shifted, and I gasped, straddling him. I could feel him against me, where I needed him, and I grinded against him, slow, savoring.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing for a second. His hands went to my thighs, at first clamping me against him, and then guiding me forward, holding, and back again, before he cursed. His hands became fists. “Billie, we need to stop.”
His words didn’t penetrate. Carnal need raced through me, making me blind to everything else going on. I was in a state of raw ache, and it was the most natural act in the world to move over him like this, as if I should’ve been here all along.
He touched my legs again. “Billie.” His voice was more clear.
It started to pierce through my haze, but I frowned, not wanting that.
I bent to him, my forehead finding his shoulder. His arms wrapped around me and set me to the side of him.
I moaned in protest, reaching for him.
“I know. I know.” His hand caught mine, and that finally woke me up.
“What?” I sat straight, panic bolting through me. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head, tucking hair behind my ear. “I needed to stop us. If I didn’t…” He grimaced. “It’s our second date. I didn’t bring you here for this. I wanted to talk, share a night with you in that room.”
Right. The room. With the stars.
He’d been distant, and then we’d talked about it.
I frowned, not sure where to go from here. I mean, I wanted him. I wanted to touch him, and more. A lot more. Why was he stopping?
I groaned and flopped back on the bed. “You’re still having second thoughts about us?”
“What?” He looked down at me. “No.”
“Then why?” Some irritation slipped out.
He laughed softly. “Honestly, I don’t want to go too fast.”
“Why?”
