Page 90 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Brett groaned, low and sexy. “Christ, baby. I want to live inside you.”
“I’m so nervous we’ll get caught. Kiss me until I can’t think.”
He stopped short of kissing her and said, “I want you to think, and feel, and be so consumed with us you remember every second of this.”
“Then you better not kiss me. Because I lose myself in your kisses every time.”
His eyes smoldered, and he lowered his mouth to her neck.
“Oh, Lord. It’s not just your kisses. It’s your mouth,” she said breathily.
“The hell with remembering.”
He pulled her mouth to his, and she couldn’t have held on to a thought if she were given a leash.
Chapter Twenty
BRETT WENT ALL out on his heavy bag Thursday morning while Sophie got ready for work. She had an early meeting, which was just as well, because he was seeing his father at ten, and his body was all knotted up, like his pre-Sophie days. As he took out his anxiety on the heavy bag, he told himself Sophie was worth every freaking painful minute of what was yet to come. And he knew it would be painful, which was probably why his father had suggested his office when Brett called to ask for a meeting. Not a bad idea with two hotheads. Then again, when had an office environment ever stopped Brett from a damn thing?
He heard the familiar clicking of Sophie’s heels approaching and wiped the sweat from his brow. She came into the gym carrying a bath towel and a jug of ice water, looking smart and sexy in a pair of killer heels, a tight gray skirt, a white blouse, and a blue blazer. Her hair looked in need of his fingers. Oh wait, that was just his itchy fingers talking. A sweet smile played at her lips. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup, but she usually wore lipstick to work. This morning her lips were bare, which meant he could kiss her to his heart’s content.
That could take all day.
All year.
A lifetime.
“Hey, babe?” She set the jug of ice water on the floor and began dabbing the sweat from his cheeks with the towel.
“Is this a hint that I should shower right this second?”
She laughed softly and shook her head, easing the knots inside him as she continued dabbing at the back of his neck and shoulders. Her eyes flicked up to his as she slowly, sensually, wiped down his chest.
“You know what this does to me,” he warned as she moved around him and wiped his back and shoulders, then returned to the front and crouched as she wiped down his legs. His cock twitched eagerly. “Soph, if you have to be at work early, this isn’t a good idea.”
She stood and began taking off his fingerless gloves. She held them up between her fingers and thumb, her baby blues locked on him, and dropped the gloves to the floor. Then she wound her arms around his neck, and a dreamy sigh slipped out. He knew it was a purposeful sigh by the heat flaming in her eyes.
“I know you’re anxious about seeing your dad today, and I also know that our kisses help calm you down.”
She brushed her lips lightly over his, then ran her tongue along the seam. Lust blazed through his core, and he captured her mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. She was light and lightning, sweet and spicy. She was goddamn mind-blowing.
“You’ve got me all fired up, baby.”
“I counted on that, too.”
She kissed a trail along his jaw, and then her lips met his again in a kiss so needful and hungry he couldn’t resist fisting his hands in her hair and tugging hard enough to earn an erotic gasp. Christ, he was so hard he ached to be inside her.
He tore his mouth away and said, “Baby, getting me all hot and bothered isn’t going to help me relax.”
“I know…” She splayed her hands on his chest and kissed his shoulder and then the center of his chest. “I thought a little morning workout fantasy might go a long way.”
She licked his nipple, then sucked hard.
“Fuck,” he ground out.
Her skillful hands caressed and groped. Her nails dug into his flesh as she tasted his ribs and abs, the muscles by his hips. When she kissed the skin just above his shorts and bit into it, his hips bucked.
“Sophie, if you do that, you’re going to be late,” he said through gritted teeth. “Please tell me that ice water isn’t for dousing me.”
