Page 60 of My Brother's Enemy
It did. It really did. Opening my eyes, my hands went to his pants, and I began tugging them down.
“Up.” He patted the back of my ass.
I shot him a dark look, which he chuckled at. Sitting up, he helped remove the rest of his clothing, and before I sat back down, he pulled mine off as well. He laid back down and helped settle me over him.
My eyes went wide. “You’re ridiculously good at that.”
He smirked, but wanton lust swirled in his eyes. “Thought you wanted a quick fuck.”
I smiled. Something eased in me with the banter. That hadn’t changed, and it’s what I needed right now. It anchored me so I didn’t float away on my feelings, mistaking this for something else. I was already wet for him, but only because it’d been a while. And this, between him and me, was just unfinished business.
That helped settle me further. I trailed my fingertips over his hips, over his obliques. As his dick bobbed, I wrapped my hand around him.
He hissed. “Goddamn. That feels good too.”
Triumph flared in me, and I began stroking him, watching him through hooded eyes.
He swallowed, his muscles bunching under my caresses. Because of me. I gave him that pleasure, and it made me feela certain way. I kept stroking, looking down to watch my hand moving over his cock. I ran my thumb over his tip, and he jerked up with another hiss. This time was louder, more pronounced. His eyes were closed. His hands were at my hips, just holding me. But I’d had enough waiting.
Reaching over to my nightstand, I pulled a condom from the packet. His eyes opened and watched me when I settled over him. He drew in a sharp breath as I rolled it down his length.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
I looked up, meeting his eyes. I didn’t respond, instead sliding down over him. We both grunted as he entered me, and I waited a moment, adjusting to him until he was all the way inside. A whimper left me because he was so big. He was always so big. Resting my hands on his chest, I rolled my hips forward.
“Holy shit. You’re tight,” he gasped, helping me move over him. “I think I forgot. How could I have forgotten?”
There was nothing emotional about this, I told myself as I picked up speed, slamming against him. No. I impaled myself again, pumping harder. Harder. Fiercer. Jesus. I was railing him, and I was breathless, because this felt amazing.
“Damn, Rain. I need to touch you.”
“Yeah,” I panted.
His hand moved toward my clit, but I grabbed it. “Not there.” I sat up, tilting my head back as I closed my eyes. “Not yet. I want to ride you longer.”
“You’re killing me.” I could hear how breathless he was, and I grinned, savoring the effect I had on him. I felt his hand moving over my stomach, exploring me. He caressed me. Up my side, around to my back, down my spine. Tingles of sensation trailed in his wake, and then he shifted to sit up. One of his arms wrapped around my waist. His heat burned against my front as he bent down, his mouth finding my throat, teasing andtantalizing as he explored there, moving down until I felt his mouth close over one of my nipples.
I surged up, barely suppressing a cry.
He groaned, deep in his throat. “Keep riding me, baby. Keep going.”
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked. “I am not your baby.”
He grinned at me. His eyes were wild, lost in hunger. “Right now, you could tell me you want to be called the Easter Bunny and I’d do that. Whatever you want, ba—little Connors.”
That was worse. I lifted myself up off of him, and as he protested, I slammed back down.
He groaned, closing his eyes, and his forehead hit the side of my neck. He clawed at my back, struggling to find a hold because we were both sweaty messes by now. “Shit, woman. You feel so good.” He tipped his head back and grinned again. “I think I might already be addicted to you.”
Something dark and determined flashed in his eyes. Suddenly I was holding my breath, unsure. He rested his forehead between my breasts. His hands returned to my hips, and he began moving with me.
An explosion was stirring. I felt it building at the bottom of my spine, in my core, and as he yanked me over him one more time, lifting my body in the air. I came, a scream ripping out of me.
He cursed, dragging me over him a few more times before I felt him release inside of me. My walls constricted around him and he whimpered. He didn’t seem aware of the sound.
I collapsed on top of him, riding out the wave of my climax.
We stayed there like that until reality came back to me. Until I remembered what I’d just done and who I’d done it with. I welcomed the cold that now invaded me. It pushed out the warmth. Swiftly, I swung myself off of him. Clambering tothe side of the bed, I bent down and grabbed the first hoodie I touched. I yanked it on and rose from the bed.
