down, shoved his pants out of the way and cupped
his cock, rolling his balls. He went up on his tiptoes, pressing her against
the wall.
Oh, someone liked that.
She did it again, fingernails scraping. He grunted, lifting
her so she had to let go. Then he pulled her down on his cock, sliding deep
inside her.
His hands slid up along her back, brushing her scars again,
and she shook her head. She braced herself on the bathroom wall, pushed his
hands down. Wendy half expected him to protest or to tell her she was beautiful
just as she was. Instead, he just kissed her, his tongue pressing into her
mouth.
His shirt brushed her nipples, the material so soft. It was
erotic as hell, being half dressed when Brett was mostly naked.
“So pretty. I want the rest.” He plucked at the shirt.
“Are you a breast man?” She let the neckline slide over her
shoulders.
“I want all of you, baby.” He yanked and the shirt split at
the buttons.
“That’s your shirt…” He lifted again and she slipped off his
cock, her nipple popping into his hungry mouth.
“Mmmhmm.” Brett sure didn’t seem to care about the shirt.
And he was definitely a breast man.
He wrapped his lips around her, the suction steady and
strong, tongue playing with the tip of her nipple and making her eyes cross.
His mouth— God, it was just so good. He knew what he was doing, just as if he knew
what she needed, what she craved.
He backed her up, slowly moving toward the shower, mouth
still on her. The show of strength was amazing and wild and sort of crazy but
so casual that she couldn’t growl. It was just what he did, obviously. Be
strong. Alpha. Male.
His teeth closed on her skin enough to sting.
“Fuck, yes.” She arched, her nails digging in hard. “Goddamn
it.”
Breaking free for a moment, he grinned at her. “You were
losing focus.” Then he very deliberately bit again.
“Fucker.” That was the most erotic touch, ever.
“Love that.” His breath buzzed against her skin.
“Love what?” She arched, wanting more of his mouth, of his
hunger.
“That fight you have in you.”
“Oh.” Oh God. She stared at Brett, her heart beating hard,
her body aching.
He shifted, holding her up with one arm, his other hand
coming up so he could stroke her cheek. “I’d never hurt you, baby. Never.”
“I know. I know.” That was why she couldn’t stay here.
Brett was hard to deny.
“Good.” His kisses took her by storm.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, diving into the
kisses, needing him so badly. She was so intent, she missed him stepping into
the shower until the warm water fell around her.
She hummed. How had she missed him moving? His mouth was
just addictive, right? It could take her away from everything else.
He propped her against the back of the shower, encouraged
her to stand. “Brett?”
“Uh-huh?” He started to kneel in front of her, lips sliding
down her belly. Every touch felt as if a tiny flame was licking at her skin,
little cherry bombs of pleasure.
Her words dried up, eyes rolling. Oh damn. He licked at her
navel, the unexpected touch making her shiver. He was going to—oh yes, he was.
His mouth found her center, his tongue pressing against her.
He growled, the sound hungry, and his hands wrapped around
her hips, tilting her so he could taste more. Relentless. That was what he was.
He didn’t let up for a second.
His tongue flicked her clit, sending a wild jolt up along
her spine and her head fell back as she groaned.
“Mmmhmm.” His fingers dug into her hips and the water from
the shower poured down over them.
Brett’s lips tugged on her, electricity shooting along her
spine, and she spread, propped one foot on the little built-in chair. She never
once worried that she might slip; he was solid as a rock.
Brett seemed to appreciate it too, growling happily against
her, fingers spreading her. She rocked back and forth, the pleasure making her
muscles shiver. His fingers pushed inside her, stretched
his cock, rolling his balls. He went up on his tiptoes, pressing her against
the wall.
Oh, someone liked that.
She did it again, fingernails scraping. He grunted, lifting
her so she had to let go. Then he pulled her down on his cock, sliding deep
inside her.
His hands slid up along her back, brushing her scars again,
and she shook her head. She braced herself on the bathroom wall, pushed his
hands down. Wendy half expected him to protest or to tell her she was beautiful
just as she was. Instead, he just kissed her, his tongue pressing into her
mouth.
His shirt brushed her nipples, the material so soft. It was
erotic as hell, being half dressed when Brett was mostly naked.
“So pretty. I want the rest.” He plucked at the shirt.
“Are you a breast man?” She let the neckline slide over her
shoulders.
“I want all of you, baby.” He yanked and the shirt split at
the buttons.
“That’s your shirt…” He lifted again and she slipped off his
cock, her nipple popping into his hungry mouth.
“Mmmhmm.” Brett sure didn’t seem to care about the shirt.
And he was definitely a breast man.
He wrapped his lips around her, the suction steady and
strong, tongue playing with the tip of her nipple and making her eyes cross.
His mouth— God, it was just so good. He knew what he was doing, just as if he knew
what she needed, what she craved.
He backed her up, slowly moving toward the shower, mouth
still on her. The show of strength was amazing and wild and sort of crazy but
so casual that she couldn’t growl. It was just what he did, obviously. Be
strong. Alpha. Male.
His teeth closed on her skin enough to sting.
“Fuck, yes.” She arched, her nails digging in hard. “Goddamn
it.”
Breaking free for a moment, he grinned at her. “You were
losing focus.” Then he very deliberately bit again.
“Fucker.” That was the most erotic touch, ever.
“Love that.” His breath buzzed against her skin.
“Love what?” She arched, wanting more of his mouth, of his
hunger.
“That fight you have in you.”
“Oh.” Oh God. She stared at Brett, her heart beating hard,
her body aching.
He shifted, holding her up with one arm, his other hand
coming up so he could stroke her cheek. “I’d never hurt you, baby. Never.”
“I know. I know.” That was why she couldn’t stay here.
Brett was hard to deny.
“Good.” His kisses took her by storm.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, diving into the
kisses, needing him so badly. She was so intent, she missed him stepping into
the shower until the warm water fell around her.
She hummed. How had she missed him moving? His mouth was
just addictive, right? It could take her away from everything else.
He propped her against the back of the shower, encouraged
her to stand. “Brett?”
“Uh-huh?” He started to kneel in front of her, lips sliding
down her belly. Every touch felt as if a tiny flame was licking at her skin,
little cherry bombs of pleasure.
Her words dried up, eyes rolling. Oh damn. He licked at her
navel, the unexpected touch making her shiver. He was going to—oh yes, he was.
His mouth found her center, his tongue pressing against her.
He growled, the sound hungry, and his hands wrapped around
her hips, tilting her so he could taste more. Relentless. That was what he was.
He didn’t let up for a second.
His tongue flicked her clit, sending a wild jolt up along
her spine and her head fell back as she groaned.
“Mmmhmm.” His fingers dug into her hips and the water from
the shower poured down over them.
Brett’s lips tugged on her, electricity shooting along her
spine, and she spread, propped one foot on the little built-in chair. She never
once worried that she might slip; he was solid as a rock.
Brett seemed to appreciate it too, growling happily against
her, fingers spreading her. She rocked back and forth, the pleasure making her
muscles shiver. His fingers pushed inside her, stretched
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