Page 58 of Daring Destiny
Brennan crosses the space between us in two quick strides. His hand slides to the back of my neck as he pulls me in. His lips crash against mine with an intensity leaving me breathless, and for a moment, everything else fades away.
I’m so fucking in love with this man and everything’s perfect at the moment.
After our talk, Brennan listened. When we’re apart, he checks in with me and makes sure to prioritize our relationship, even though work is always looming. If he’s in Seattle, we stay on my houseboat and spend as much time as possible together—dinners, walks by the water, watching the terrible reality shows he secretly loves and, of course, Sunday dinners at his parents’ house.
Tomorrow, though, he’s meeting my folks who, shockingly, agreed to have brunch with us. Truth be told, I’m dreading it.
Brennan pulls back from our kiss, his breath ragged, eyes dark with familiar heat. “You win.” He runs his palm down my arm. “Let’s finish this quick and get back home. I’m starving for your sweet little pussy.”
I try to keep my cool, but why? “I like winning. Pussy licking is the ultimate win so let’s go.”
On the way home, we hold hands and hurry down the streets toward the dock. “So, are your lawyer and financial advisor confident they’ll accept your terms?”
“Yeah.” Brennan chalks up his cue. “Having them involved has been a game-changer.”
I lean my head on his shoulder. “Do you feel better about things? You seem less stressed.”
“I had no idea how excellent my lawyer is until now.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “He’s kicking ass.”
“See?” I kiss his chin. “I thought you’d figure it out. You only needed a little push.”
We arrive at my dock and hurry toward my door. He waits for me to fish out my keys. “Guess I owe you one.”
I unlock the door. “You owe memorethan one, McGloughlin.”
“Do you enjoy torturing me, A?” Brennan chokes out when I whip off my top the second I’m through the entryway as I strut toward the bedroom.
“Like what?” I peek over my shoulder and beckon him with my finger.
“Christ.” He follows close behind. “Swaying your hips. Bending over the table to show me your tits. I’m permanently hard here.”
Brennan wraps both arms around me and pulls my back to his chest. He cups my breasts with his hands and thumbs my nipples through my lace bra. His lips fasten to my neck and he grinds his enormous hard-on into my ass.
I turn and our lips smash together. One hand roams under his t-shirt up his chest, shoulders, and arms. The other glides down his back to his ass, where I grab a handful. Loving the way his muscles clench and move under my hand as he rocks his pelvis into mine.
He walks me back toward the bed until my knees hit the mattress. I sit and kick off my shoes. Brennan tugs off my jeans and tosses them to the floor, growling, “Holy fuck, A. you’re soaking. I need a taste.”
“Oh yeah?” I yank at the hem of his shirt until he tugs it over his head and tosses it to the floor. I skim my hands over his stomach to the button of his jeans. “Take your pants off. We can suck on each other.”
“Not yet.” He cups my mound with his entire palm and I hiss in a breath when he yanks my panties down my hips and off. “Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”
I do as he asks and one-up him by unclasping my bra to free my tits. “Okay, you can see all the goods. I’m ready to collect my winnings.”
“Gah. Do you know how gorgeous your pussy is?” Brennan scoots down to my belly and runs a finger through my folds. “It’s beautiful. Pink. Puffy. Slick.” He flicks my clit with his thumb and I can feel it engorge. “You smell delicious and you’re so fucking responsive to my touch.”
“B,” I can’t help but whimper. I want him so bad.
He leans down and licks me from my clit to my opening and back again. “This is mine.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and presses the flat of his tongue to my clit, barely moving it. I find myself pulsing against his heat and bucking to get some friction.
“Ohmygod.” I grip his hair and hold him in place.
“Whose pussy is this, A?” His fingertips graze over the sweet spot inside me and I tighten around him like a fist. “Tell me.”
“Yours,” I moan and move my hips. I’m desperate to get more pressure where I need it.
He pulls back. “Say it.”