Page 26 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
What the fuck am I thinking? Four for four? He was starting to sound like Dylan, the brother who was most in tune with his emotions, while Brett spent a lifetime trying to avoid them.
Sophie stripped from her sweats and made a dramatic show of tossing them into a hamper in the corner of the bathroom, leaving her in the tiniest pair of black and pink shorts he’d ever seen and a pink workout bra. He couldn’t have held on to a thought if he’d wanted to.
He hauled her into his arms. “You go out in public in this?”
“You like?” she asked with feigned innocence.
“Yes, I fucking like, but I’m sure every other man who sees you does, too.” He clenched his jaw against the jealousy spiking through him. Her shorts barely covered her ass, and they rode so low on her hips, they were only slightly bigger than a bikini bottom.
She pushed up at the hem of his shirt. “I really don’t like to wear clothes while I work out. They’re too confining.”
He tore his shirt over his head, trying not to let the growl in his throat escape. “You should work out at my place.”
She turned on the shower. With her back facing him, she peeled off her bra. “I’m pretty sure sex doesn’t count as a workout.”
“Not for sex,” he snapped as he stripped off his clothes. The thought of any other man seeing her in that outfit sent fire through his veins. “I’ve got a full gym at my house. You can work out there.”
“According to some very wise women I know, the Bad men never take women back to their place. Better be careful or I could get the wrong idea.” Giggling with her tease, she bent at the waist, slid her shorts and panties down, and stepped from them. Then she put one hand in the shower, wiggling her fingers under the water, and glanced over her shoulder with a come-hither look in her eyes. “Nice and hot.”
Christ, she was every wicked fantasy he’d ever had come true. He followed her under the warm shower spray, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she poured soap into her hands. His cock rocked against the seam of her ass. She ran her hands along his arms, down his thighs, and reached behind her, soaping up his erection.
“You’re a little tease,” he growled as he fondled one breast and slid his hand down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. She was already aroused. “Aw, baby.”
She ground her ass against him, leaning back so he could kiss her neck. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning, and then you showed up and—”
He pushed his fingers inside her, earning one of those cock-hardening sounds that had ricocheted in his dreams last night.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded.
Another sound that had haunted him all night, her plea for his kisses.
She craned her neck, and their mouths came frantically together. She put her hand over his, holding it between her legs as she rode his fingers. He cupped her breast with his other hand and felt tremors climbing up her body as warm water rained down on them. She grabbed his head, keeping his mouth against hers as she went up on her toes, grinding against his cock as her climax claimed her.
“Brett!” she panted out.
He knew how much she loved kissing and reclaimed her mouth, refusing to relent, even as she sank down on her heels and turned toward him. He kissed her deeper, backed her up against the tiles and devoured her mouth. Her fingernails dug into his chest, and when their lips parted, he went back for more. She was deliciously addicting.
“Want you,” she said against their kisses, and slid lower, taking his hard length in her hand and gazing up at him. “I should have asked yesterday. Anything I should worry about? Diseases?”
Jesus, why did that make him feel guilty? She shouldn’t have to ask. He reached down and caressed her cheek. “No, baby. I’m clean.”
“Good, because I told you I wanted everything, and I have a really long list.” She lowered her mouth and took him to the back of her throat.
Sparks lit beneath his skin. He leaned one palm against the tile, watching as his shaft slid in and out of her lips. She bent lower, licking his balls as she stroked his cock, oblivious to the water raining down on her. It felt so fucking good, and she looked so sexy, he couldn’t stifle a groan.
