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The instant my teeth sink into her flesh, Rosie’s hands are knotting into my hair while I pull her onto my lap. There’s something maddening about the way her body writhes over mine, her grip holding me to her even while her chest caves away with every mewl. Those gorgeous sounds roll through me unlike any other, and I could spend all day teasing her and listening to them, and I wouldn’t get tired.
“Why—” she lets out a disappointed breath when I release her breast and tilt my head back to look at her. The sun has darkened the freckles on her face slightly and the blush on her cheeks only makes her look more like the prettiest angel, with the halo of sunshine glittering around her. “Why’d you stop?”
I don’t know.
Maybe I needed to prove to myself that I could because the way my insides twist and knot for her…it’s not me. I don’t feel these things or want like this—the way I want her all the time. It goes beyond curiosity or the acknowledgment of her unique beauty and sexy sass. It goes beyond all the ways that I allow myself to get involved with women. Rosie’s an exception to my normal. A pitfall I didn’t foresee.
“Brody?” Ocean eyes flutter down at me, making it impossible for me to do anything but smile.
“You hungry?” I ask, taking her face in both hands and using my thumbs to pop her lip from her teeth. “There’s plenty of food. No need to chew this lip.”
“What about the strict diet?” The mocking voice she puts on makes me chuckle.
“It’s relaxed for today.”
“In that case, I think ice cream with extra fudge sauce and”—she pauses with a grin tugging at her lips while she thinks over what else she wants to add—“whipped cream. You can balance it out with strawberries and a banana…even a cherry on top.”
“You sound like Blaire.”
“That kid is crazy even by my standards.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I scoff, remembering our conversation from our drive. “She’s got a crush on a country singer. Dude’s three times her age with kids of his own and—”
“You looked him up?” Rosie giggles as we get to our feet and head toward the shaded seating area.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, you sound like you either know him well, or like you’ve done your research.”
“I didn’t research.”
“So you know him?” A splutter of laughter pushes from her lips. “That’s sorta awkward.”
The minx is taking great joy out of this with all her teasing and pursed giggles. Throwing her down on the wide L-shaped seat, I grasp her ankles and tug her to the edge. When her ass is flush to my legs, I brace myself over her with one hand anchored above her head.
With both hands gripping my wrist, her bright gaze flutters open to mine with a coy smile.
“Brody,” Rosie whispers my name in that soft, raspy tone that I can’t ignore. It gets me every fucking time, and the more she says it, the harder it is to resist the lure of it. Especially when we’re this close and the heat of her body is throwing off all my senses. The lick of her tongue across her bottom lip spreads her smile wider while her hands trail to my face. I’m so fucking entranced that I barely register when she murmurs, “Country stars are made for sweet girl crushes, Hotshot.”
Damn, she’s far too good at distracting me for a decent comeback, so instead I drop my full weight on her. Crushing all the laughter right out of her along with her breath, so that when I tickle her, she can’t fight back.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, hands clawing at my shoulders, “Stop. Stop…I…oh—”
“Too late to bring God into it, Angel.”
“Stop! I might pee my—”
“Boohoo. Wouldn’t that suck for you?” I tease, lifting myself off her a smidge, so she can catch her breath a little.
“Hard limit…stop…I can’t take it,” Rosie continues sputtering through her uncontrolled laughter. “Piss play is a hard no!” she blurts out with some relief and a trail of teary laughs when I brace myself over her again.
“Piss play?”
“Watersports.”
“And what experience do you have to know it’s not for you?”
“Eww, I don’t!”
