Page 49 of The Way We Touch
“I think it’s fair to say we’re both a mess.”
My hard nipples press through thin cotton against his bare chest. He grips my ass in both hands, and I thread my fingers in his hair again, pulling gently.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” I tease.
He reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, closing the space between us. Our kisses are frantic and raw. Our lips part, and our tongues collide and slide, curling together as we consume each other.
He’s delicious, soft coconut and hard muscle. His cock taunts me against the back of my thighs, and I reach down, to stroke it. He’s thick and long. My fingers don’t meet around him, but I smooth them up and down. I slide my palm over the tip and a deep groan vibrates in his chest.
Large hands move from my ass beneath my T-shirt, and he lifts my heavy breasts, holding them to his mouth so he can suck and rake his teeth over my tight nipples. My core clenches, and I need more.
We’re past the point of no return, and I want him inside me. I want that fat cock stretching and massaging me.
Kissing my lips across his cheek, I speak in his ear. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” His lips are on my jaw, sliding down the column of my neck.
Cupping his face, I lean back to meet his gaze. His dark hair is a sexy mess from my fingers, and his lips shine from the oil and my kisses. We’re vibrating and ready, but my brain sends up one last warning flare, one last chance to retreat.
As if he can read my mind, he moves his hands to my arms. “What’s the matter?”
“I need you to be straight with me.” I tremble asking this question, but I have to know. “Is this just a game, a summer fling to you? Or is it something else?”
“It’s not a fling, and it’s definitely not a game.” His brow tenses. “It feels… real. I’ve fantasized about being with you since the day I got here, since the moment you looked at me like you’d never seen a man before.”
Heat flashes in my cheeks, and I fail to hide my grin. “I’d never seen a man like you before.”
“But that was all lust,” he continues. “Now that I know you, I don’t want to be something you regret. You made a few things very clear to me from the start, and I don’t want to let you down.”
My stomach drops. “How would you let me down?”
“I can’t lie to you, Dylan.” His tone is serious, and I feel sick. “I’m not a golfer. I don’t even know the game.”
“What?” I squeal, and he breaks into a laugh.
“I’m only a football player. I know it’s not what you want. Maybe I can take lessons…”
“Logan Murphy!” Diving forward, I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his again.
I feel his smile as our mouths open and our tongues slide together. Is it possible this feels so good? Is it possible he’s stealing my heart right now?
“Get those panties off and get in my bed,” he growls. “It’s taking every bit of strength not to take you right here on this floor. You’re even more beautiful and sexy and responsive than I imagined, and my dick is so fucking hard right now.”
“Dylan?” Garrett’s deep voice at the bedroom door sends us both scrambling.
“Holy shit!” I’m off Logan’s lap so fast, I should be called lightning.
“Dylan, are you in here? I thought I heard screaming.”
Logan’s on his feet as well, wrapping the towel around my waist and cinching it. “Get out there.”
I’m shoved through the bathroom door, which he closes behind me, just in time to greet my oversized brother as he sticks his head into Logan’s bedroom. Thankfully, only the bedside lamp is on behind me, or I’m sure he’d see the scuff marks from Logan’s beard on my cheeks and neck.
“Hey, girl, what are you doing in here?” His voice is a stage-whisper, and he’s in a large white tee and maroon boxer briefs. “I thought I heard yelling and cabinet doors slamming.”
“Yeah,” I force a laugh, scrubbing my fingers over my forehead and wishing my heart rate would return to normal. “Somehow I got Carolina Reaper in my… nose.”
No way in hell I’m saying I got it on my pussy. I’d never hear the end of it.