Page 110 of Indescribable
“What?”
I kiss her on the side of her head. “Show everyone who can see that you’re mine.”
Her breath hitches and she leans her head against my chest.
“You know, it might be a good idea to work up an appetite before eating all the fried food.”
Rather than answering her, I turn us in the direction where my truck is parked. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into my garage and racing into my house. I’m not even sad about not getting to see Cash in the dunk tank. I’m sure someone will have it on video. Corbin, probably.
I tug my shirt over my head with one arm and toss it to the floor then move to do the same with her.
When it doesn’t come off, I scowl. “What the hell?”
She laughs. Hard. “It’s a bodysuit.”
“It might look sexy as hell but it’s incredibly inconvenient.”
With a flick of her wrist, she undoes the button of her jeans and lowers the zipper, slipping her jeans down her long, sensual legs. I drop to my knees in front of her, inspecting this whole bodysuit thing.
“It snaps?”
She nods, her hands on my shoulders.
I kiss her over the material then unsnap the body suit one at a time. With every snap, I give her another kiss and she jerks in my hold at my teasing pace.
“Please,” she whispers.
“I’m not the one who chose to wear something so complicated,” I mumble against her center.
“Damn me for trying to be fashionable.”
I chuckle and wrap my fingers around the material of her panties, sliding them off while she lifts the bodysuit over her head.
She might have looked like sex on a stick before, but completely naked and bare before me? Nothing tops it. I still can’t believe I’m here with her after all these years.
And it’s better than I could have imagined.
Our chemistry outside of the bedroom is incredible, but inside? Off the charts.
It took us zero time to learn each other’s bodies. There was no awkwardness in seeing each other without clothes on for the first time, like I assumed there would be. And being inside her? Heaven.
I rise up from my knees, kissing and licking the entire way up her body, paying special attention to her perky breasts that I know are so sensitive she could easily come just by me sucking on the tip.
She moans and wobbles on her legs so I wrap my arms around her and lift her, depositing her on the bed, stretching her arms above her head and pinning them down.
I kiss her rough and frantic, grinding against her.
“You know what else I’ve wanted to do for a long time?”
“What?” she asks breathlessly, squirming beneath me.
“This. Right here. Having you under me, at my mercy.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m at your mercy, Brock.”
Those words are like a direct shot to my dick, making me harder than I thought possible.