Page 33 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Huh. I wonder why,” she finishes brilliantly. “We’ll have to stop and get a new one from the front desk.”
I hear water running in the bathroom. “Were you going to shower without me?”
Her face flushes a gorgeous shade of pink.
“You were,” I growl into her neck as I grab her around the waist and step into the room, taking her with me as I shut the door behind us.
Brie is still in her yoga clothes, almost like she’s wearing nothing when she’s pressed against me.
I like it.
I nibble at her collarbone, and she squeals in response. We’re loud enough that Amy could easily hear. But I’m no longer doing it for her benefit. I don’t stop until I’m in the bathroom and have shut that door too. The room is already warm and steamy. I release my grip on Brie and let her slide down my body.
“You were going to shower without me.” My hands are still on her hips.
She looks up through her lashes at me and nods.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I say softly.
She runs her hands down my arms. “You are too.”
I rub my nose against hers and along her cheek, inhaling her scent as I travel to her neck. She smells fucking delicious. I want to lick, taste, and bite every last bit of her insanely beautiful body. I want to consume her until her very essence becomes a part of me, and I’ve memorized every inch of that creamy skin down to the last freckle as well as I know my own.
She shivers when I kiss the area behind her ear, making my dick grow hard. “God, you fucking wreck me, Brie.”
“Wyatt.” Brie puts her hands on my chest like she wants to push me away. But she doesn’t. At least not yet. Which is good since right now, that’s the last thing I want.
I tighten my grip on her hips and resume nuzzling her neck. “If you were a good girl, you would have waited for me.” She tilts her head to the side to give me better access.
“Do you know what happens to bad girls, Brie?” I pull the lobe of her ear between my lips and suck.
“Oh shit, that feels good,” she moans.
So good.
This could easily get out of hand if I let it. So instead of grabbing her ass with both hands, I yell, “They get tickled!” And attack her midsection with my fingers.
“No!” she screams, laughing. “Ohmigod, no, don’t tickle me, please!” She doubles over, trying to stop the onslaught of my fingers. But it’s no use. I’ve got too good a hold on her. She’s in near hysterics, making me laugh all the harder. For every step she takes back, I move forward.
Which is how we end up in the shower.
It takes us a minute to calm down and catch our breath. By then, we’re fully drenched. Shoes, clothes, hair, everything. She holds my gaze as she toes off her shoes and socks and kicks them through the shower door. I do the same, my eyes not leaving hers.
I’m taking her lead here since my dick has made it more than obvious what he’d like to see happen next. There’s no hiding that in my running shorts.
And she’s noticed.
She looks at my cock and then up at me. “Is that what good girls get?”
“If they want it.”
Fuck, I hope she wants it.
She runs her palm along the length, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to come in my shorts.
“I do,” she says. “I want it.”
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