Page 106 of Forever Never
“Gone today,” she murmured against his mouth. He regained control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth just like he planned to do to that wet, tight pussy she had for him.
God. There were so many things he wanted to do. Needed to do.
As if reading his mind, Remi pulled back and squeezed his cheeks in one hand. “This is the first time. Not the only time. Got it?”
He nodded, not trusting his own voice.
“Focus on what you need to do this time, then we’ll work our way around to all the want tos.”
“Promise me.” His voice was hoarse.
She looked surprised. “Promise you what?”
“That this is just the first time.” He needed that guarantee. Needed to know he could have her again.
Looking him in the eye, she tightened her legs around his waist. “I promise you, Brick. Don’t go slow. Don’t waste time trying to be romantic. I want you to take me like you can’t help yourself.”
She had no fucking idea.
“Do you understand the permission you’re giving me here?” he rasped. Half hoping she’d come to her senses. If she let him do this, how would he ever go back to the way it was?
“I do and I want it, too,” she whispered.
His balls fucking ached. Brick wasn’t sure he’d survive round one, let alone be physically capable of participating in round two. But damn it, he was going to try.
“Trust me. Show me what you like, Brick. Please.”
The whimpered please got him.
Their entire relationship played out on fast forward in his head. He thought of all the trouble. All the yearning. All the smart-mouthed comments and the teasing. So much fucking teasing.
He knew what he wanted to do first.
The dining table was empty. He put her down, and just as she started to pout, he spun her around and pressed a hand between her shoulder blades. He increased the pressure until she folded over the table, her breasts and face resting on the cool wood. She was up on her tiptoes, thighs spread for him.
Just having her in this position in front of him was doing terrible things to his blood pressure.
He kept one hand on her back and stared at those white panties as he loosened his belt.
She dragged in a shaky breath when the buckle jingled.
“Breathe, baby,” he ordered, yanking the belt through the loops with one quick pull. The end of the leather caught her on the back of the thigh as it shot free, and Remi let out a little gasp.
Dear God in heaven. She was pushing that sweet, round ass back against him as if she’d liked it. He couldn’t be that lucky. Brick Callan was not that lucky.
Carefully, he nudged one knee between her thighs and lowered his zipper. His cock, now only confined by his underwear, sprang free in relief. But he couldn’t afford to take it out yet. To grip his shaft and drag the tip of it over each ivory cheek. Not yet.
Giving in to the hypnotic taunting of her hips, he let himself grind against her. Once. Twice. Three times.
She was whimpering now, begging him for something she didn’t seem to know the words for.
Reverently, he traced his hand up the back of her knee, coasting up her thigh and over the curve of her behind.
“Remi,” he said, as he curled his fingers in the waistband of those virginal white briefs.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, please.”
He dragged her underwear down, baring her tight little ass.
