Page 76 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“Ah! Brett!” She rose off the blankets.
His hand stilled. “Too much?”
The concern in his voice made her love him even more. “No. Never. Just so good.”
He loved her with his hands and mouth, taking her higher with every orgasm, until she lay boneless and panting. Then he loved and tasted her entire body again, from the tips of her toes to the shells of her ears and every sensitive spot in between. His touch was divine. His hands moved slowly and eagerly. His cock brushed over her belly, her thighs, her bottom. She was dizzy with desire. He perched above her again and took her in a series of slow, intoxicating kisses that sent her stomach into a wild swirl, leaving her dizzy and panting. He rose and sheathed his length. She ran trembling hands along his muscular thighs. Her heart was full to near bursting as he came down over her slowly, aligning their bodies. Her hips rose to greet him, and his lips curved up in a heartrending smile.
“How did you become my entire world so fast? You own me, Sophie, and I adore you.”
Chapter Sixteen
IN ALL HIS years, Brett had never watched a sunrise. He’d been awake through sunrise, he’d ended his evenings at sunrise, but he’d never actually sat and watched the dawn of a new day crawling across the sky. He’d never seen the grass go from dry to dewy or heard the crow of a rooster—until today. He and Sophie made love for the umpteenth time—yes, made love, because what he had with Sophie was so far beyond sex, he couldn’t even think in those terms anymore. After washing up in the barn bathroom, they bundled up in blankets in the yard to greet the day. He was sure they’d witnessed the most glorious sunrise that had ever occurred, but that might have had something to do with watching it with the woman he wanted to spend every minute with.
Hours later, as the morning sun warmed the air, with Nana and Poppi’s burly old retriever, Breeze, by his side, Brett carried a bucket of fresh eggs out of Sophie’s grandparents’ chicken coop and reached for her hand. She looked beautiful in a pair of skinny jeans, red rubber boots, and a flannel shirt tied above her belly button. Her grandparents lived on fifty acres down the road from Sophie’s parents, in a quaint yellow farmhouse surrounded by beautiful gardens. They had two barns, three horses, a few cows, and a handful of chickens. He and Sophie hadn’t arrived early enough to take part in the milking, but Nana promised to drag them out of bed tomorrow so Brett could experience it firsthand. He was actually looking forward to it.
“I think we need a farm. I’m having farm-girl fantasies that we have no business acting out on your grandparents’ property.”
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Does this mean you’re done with your city-girl fantasies?”
“You don’t think I’m that limited, do you?” He set the bucket down, and Breeze shoved his nose into it as Brett gathered Sophie in his arms. “We’re only getting started, baby. I have office fantasies, Sophie-in-the-snow fantasies.” He kissed her deeply. “Car and truck fantasies, elevator and poolside fantasies.” He licked the column of her neck.
“I love when you do that.” Her fingers pressed into his side. “I have fantasies, too.”
“Do tell.” He gazed into her eyes, loving the lusty look in them.
Her cheeks flushed and her gaze skittered around them, as if she needed to make sure no one would hear her. Nana was up at the house, and Poppi was with the horses. There wasn’t a chance in hell anyone could hear them.
“It’s okay, Soph. You don’t have to share them with me. I’ll enjoy discovering them all on my own.”
“But how can you if I don’t tell you what they are?”
He waggled his brows. “I’ll just have to try everything.” He slid his hand beneath her hair and pulled her closer so he could speak directly into her ear. “You said you wanted everything with me, remember? I have a very good imagination.”
“Yes, but some of my fantasies aren’t sexual, like walking around all day naked with you or taking a bubble bath together.”
“Baby, I love that you don’t think those are sexual.” He pressed his lips to hers, then whispered, “Remember our shower?”
