Page 78 of Brenna, Brat

I had started to throb, everywhere but mostly in one specific area. “You were looking?” I was already gasping.

“It’s no wonder I had so much…enthusiasm that morning. I don’t know how I thought I was going to sleep in a bed with you and not get enthusiastic.”

I reached down and felt the front of his pants. “Like this.”

“Holy shit. Yes.” Now he was breathing hard, too. It certainly didn’t seem as if he would stop and run away, claiming that he’d rather have rabies than sleep with me, but I wanted to make sure he understood the situation.

“Campbell, I’ve never been with anyone.”

“I have, but not ninety other people. That number is way, way off, no matter what Sophie counted up on social media,” he said. “And I haven’t ever been with someone I love, like how I love you. Also, I know about your dating history. Grace told me.”

“That little—”

He kissed me and the dress slid from my shoulders, but he stopped and carefully picked it up to drape over a chair. Holy Mary, could I have loved him any more? And thank goodness that Nicola had also told me to put on nice underwear today, which I hadn’t understood at the time. “Remember what grandma used to say about getting in a car accident,” she had reminded me, although as an ER nurse, she’d also previouslytold us that the condition of someone’s underwear was the least of their concern. But I’d listened to her and I’d worn some lace, and Campbell seemed to like it.

At least, he liked sliding his hands down into it, and I enjoyed that a lot. It seemed a little odd to be so naked while he wore so much, so I helped him out of his clothes, and the sight was even better than him in his bathing suit. Now I didn’t have to imagine, because he was right in front of my face—directly there as we lay in the bed and I slid down his body, examining everything I encountered. His chest was so nice to stroke, as were the muscles in his stomach.

“Brenna,” he said, and closed his eyes as I came face to face with his erection. He enjoyed it a lot when I stroked that, and when I tried out some stroking with my tongue, he moaned. I had made him moan!

Then he did that for me, too, when he lifted me up to splay across him so that my breasts were at the level of his mouth. He did things with his own tongue that were hard to fathom—the swirling and teasing sensations made me rock, pressing harder against him.

“Brenna.” His voice sounded husky and urgent. “I didn’t bring any condoms. I didn’t think—”

“I have some in my purse,” I answered breathlessly. “You never know. It’s like wearing your seat belt.”

He didn’t question that as he grabbed my bag, and when he returned, he got serious about inspecting my body, from gently brushing his lips over my eyelids and my ears, to pressing eachof my palms against his cheeks. He took another close look at my breasts, with his eyes, hands, and mouth. He licked my hipbones, he kissed my insteps. Then he carefully bit my inner thigh so that I jerked in surprised pleasure, and that opened my legs to his eyes, and again, his hands and mouth.

I just couldn’t have imagined. No matter what I’d thought about this, no matter how I’d tried to fantasize, it didn’t compare to the waves of orgasm that made me shake and clench. Campbell turned onto his back and put me on top again, and then he gently eased inside me.

“Holy shit,” he said hoarsely. “Brenna…”

“I’m good,” I gasped. “It’s good.”

“Ready?” He moved and I did, too, on instinct. I sat up a little, and when I did, he held my breasts, thumbing over my nipples. That made it feel even better. When he touched my clitoris, my movements started to jerk and catch.

“Holy shit,” he said again, louder, and I came hard. Campbell arched, surging deep inside me, and so did he.

We tangled together in the bed in that nice room, where someone had done a great job of picking the drapery fabric. I lay with my eyes half-open and thought that it was perfect. “It’s perfect. Sometimes it is,” I said aloud.

“What?What’s perfect?”

Yes, the curtains were very nice, but I didn’t mean them. “There are just moments that are so good that I don’t want them to end.Like when you were eating the fudge that I held, and when you were just looking at me like...”

“Like I love you,” Campbell said. “I love you. It won’t always be perfect like that, not every moment, but it’s going to be good. It’s going to be very good between us, Brenna.” I smiled at him and he kissed me. “I’m so glad I drove by the gallery that day.”

I was so glad about everything, from my siblings’ interference, to the fact that I’d learned to sew zippers for easy clothing removal, to the advice that Dion had given me about carrying birth control. “We have our whole lives,” I said. “Isn’t that amazing? We have our whole lives to be happy together.”

And we were.

Epilogue

“I’m looking forward to the dancing.”

“I know,” I said, and straightened his bow tie. “Me too. It’s been too long since we’ve had a wedding in the family. You’re sometimes inappropriate, though.”

“You mean how I like to grab your ass? Is that what you’re referring to?” Campbell asked me.

“So you do remember why we were asked to leave the ballroom lessons. For years, you acted like it was a mistake that your hand was there!”

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