Page 18 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Her cheeks pinked up, and she put her finger over his lips, her eyes morphing to pure seductress. “Less talky, more kissy.”
“Oh, I’ll give you more kissy, you little minx.”
He lavished her neck with openmouthed kisses and sank his teeth into her neck, sucking until she was writhing and clawing at his shoulders. He blazed a path across her breastbone, traveling south along the center of her chest. When he reached the fabric of her dress, he sealed his mouth over the exposed swell of her breast.
“Oh God. So good,” she panted out.
Her hips rose off the mattress, and he pressed his cock firmly between her legs, pinning her beneath him as he continued his oral exploration.
“You look gorgeous, baby, but this dress has to go before I tear it off with my teeth.”
He grabbed the neckline between his teeth and her eyes flamed.
“No. Don’t,” she said quickly.
He rose onto his knees as he lifted her dress over her head and tossed it onto a chair by the window, leaving her naked save for her black silk lingerie. He sat back on his heels, drinking in the sight of her. Her long brown hair hung sexily tousled over her shoulder on one side and over her breast on the other. He unbuttoned his shirt, holding her gaze as he took it off and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes moved heatedly down his chest and abs. Being fit was an added benefit of working out the rage that had consumed him after he’d lost his sister. He was solid muscle, and he was used to the appreciative looks it earned him, but seeing that look from Sophie made his chest feel full again.
She ran her fingers over the tattoos on his right upper arm and ribs. Her hand trailed across his chest, down his sternum, and traced the lines defining his abs. Her gaze was sultry and intent as she lifted her eyes to him and went up on her knees. She placed both hands on his cheeks and said, “I bet women go crazy over your body, but as much as I like it, it’s your face that holds me captive. The look in your eyes right now is so much sexier than all those muscles.”
Brett had thought himself impenetrable, but in the space of a few short seconds, Sophie blew through those defenses. His brain told him to annihilate her romantic thoughts by being a prick, but his heart stood in the way. His goddamn heart was taking her words and tucking them away. Fucking heart.
He didn’t know what to do with those new emotions, so he tried to avoid them. “Soph. Less talk, less clothes.” He unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders, freeing her gorgeous breasts.
Her cheeks flushed, and he cradled her face in his hands, smiling for the hundredth time since they’d come together. “By the time tonight’s over, you won’t have the energy to be embarrassed.”
He stepped from the bed, withdrew his wallet from his back pocket, and tossed it on the mattress. Sophie’s eyes remained trained on him as he stripped off his pants and socks. Her gaze dropped to his throbbing erection straining against his briefs. He stood proudly, taking pleasure in the widening of her eyes and her ragged inhalation.
As he lowered her to her back, she blinked nervously up at him. His heart took notice again, and he kissed her tenderly. “Don’t be nervous. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I want to,” she said heatedly. Then her gaze turned tentative. “But what will you do now that you’ve conquered me?” she asked innocently, and his heart took another unexpected hit.
“There is no conquering, Soph. Just two people enjoying each other.”
She touched his arm with a shaky hand. He felt like he’d waited a lifetime to be with her, and he knew he’d wait as long as she needed. Those new feelings scared the living hell out of him. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and while he’d thought he was just going to be scratching an itch with Sophie, he already knew she had the power to break him.
He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, and within moments she was melting into him again, her hands traveling up his back.
“That’s it, baby. Be with me,” he said between kisses. Jesus, when did he become such a verbal lover? It was Sophie. He was unable to hold back a damn thing.
She kissed him harder, made more of those addicting sounds, and when he kissed a path to her ear and whispered, “I want to feast on you,” she dug her fingernails into his skin and rocked against his cock. Ah, Sexy Sophie likes dirty talk.
