he muttered, now looking down at his pad. “I could break rocks over here right now.”
Oh, damn, that didn’t help at all. Brian looking so unimaginably hot right now didn’t help, either. All that hard male flesh exposed. His bare feet, which never failed to fascinate her—was there anything about him that didn’t? She could scarcely see the movement of his hands on his pad. Those hands were works of art—big and graceful, they created beautiful things and they never failed to make her body sing.
Turnabout was fair play. “I’m so wet. I would touch myself, but I can’t move.”
He completely stopped and looked up at her. He didn’t have to say a word; she knew what the thought of her masturbating did to him—it was a thing. A thing the mere mention of was likely to get her fucked senseless, to drive all thought of it out of her head.
She undulated her hips in tiny, subtle circles. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“Candace,” he said in a warning tone. The most delicious warning she could imagine.
“Okay,” she relented with a pout. He winked at her.
“Not much longer, babe.”
“Then you’ll fuck me?”
“Jesus. You have to ask?”
“No, I just like to.”
He didn’t look up. “Fair enough. I like to answer. Yes, I’ll fuck you.”
“Hard?”
“Like you’re unbreakable.”
Damn. Her eyes closed. Her wetness doubled, almost as if her body understood and stepped up its efforts to prepare her for the rough play he was capable of. “I can’t wait,” she whispered.
He heard. “I can’t either. Trying not to mess up over here.” She repressed a laugh as he winced and reached down to adjust himself under his sketch pad.
“How will you do it?”
“How do you want it?”
“I want you right here as soon as you’re done. I won’t be able to wait.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“But will you go down on me first?” He was sooooo good at that. So good.
“Goddamn, what are you trying to do to me? I can’t concentrate.”
He tried to appear cool and affected but couldn’t quite pull it off. She smiled. Of course, she could sympathize, being seconds away from breaking her pose to attend to needs that were spiraling out of control. “Will you?”
“I’ll suck you until you scream, Candace. Until you make that sound.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “You know the one I mean. It’s the sexiest, most primal thing I’ve ever heard.”
Sexy and primal. Interesting that he would use those words to describe that high-pitched, wavering, uncontrolled caterwaul she did when he was giving it to her good. That noise was almost embarrassing. “After that,” she said, “I want you wherever and however you want me.”
His gaze flickered to hers. A spark of danger lit in his eyes. “Then you’ll get it.”
She didn’t have to explain what she meant and neither did he. Her heart jumped and warmth spread in her face, no doubt turning her cheeks bright red. “Okay,” she said softly.
Appearing satisfied he’d shut her up, he went back to work with swift, efficient strokes, his expression tense but otherwise unreadable. She just tried to keep breathing, anticipation and anxiety swamping her as she thought back on the times before, letting him take her ass. The overwhelming fullness that fell just a little too much on the pain side of the pleasure/pain dichotomy. But enough on the pleasure side that she couldn’t stop. That she wanted more.
“You got quiet,” he observed after more time had passed. “If you don’t want—”
“No. I do.”
“You know I love you, babe.”
“I know. I love you too.”
“Me and you?” he said, giving the first line of their favorite motto.
“Against the world,” she finished. Always.
Chapter Three
“Done?” she asked, hearing the breathless excitement in her own voice.
“For the moment. I’ll play around with it more later.”
“Can I see?”
After scrutinizing his work while the seconds ticked away on the
Oh, damn, that didn’t help at all. Brian looking so unimaginably hot right now didn’t help, either. All that hard male flesh exposed. His bare feet, which never failed to fascinate her—was there anything about him that didn’t? She could scarcely see the movement of his hands on his pad. Those hands were works of art—big and graceful, they created beautiful things and they never failed to make her body sing.
Turnabout was fair play. “I’m so wet. I would touch myself, but I can’t move.”
He completely stopped and looked up at her. He didn’t have to say a word; she knew what the thought of her masturbating did to him—it was a thing. A thing the mere mention of was likely to get her fucked senseless, to drive all thought of it out of her head.
She undulated her hips in tiny, subtle circles. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“Candace,” he said in a warning tone. The most delicious warning she could imagine.
“Okay,” she relented with a pout. He winked at her.
“Not much longer, babe.”
“Then you’ll fuck me?”
“Jesus. You have to ask?”
“No, I just like to.”
He didn’t look up. “Fair enough. I like to answer. Yes, I’ll fuck you.”
“Hard?”
“Like you’re unbreakable.”
Damn. Her eyes closed. Her wetness doubled, almost as if her body understood and stepped up its efforts to prepare her for the rough play he was capable of. “I can’t wait,” she whispered.
He heard. “I can’t either. Trying not to mess up over here.” She repressed a laugh as he winced and reached down to adjust himself under his sketch pad.
“How will you do it?”
“How do you want it?”
“I want you right here as soon as you’re done. I won’t be able to wait.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“But will you go down on me first?” He was sooooo good at that. So good.
“Goddamn, what are you trying to do to me? I can’t concentrate.”
He tried to appear cool and affected but couldn’t quite pull it off. She smiled. Of course, she could sympathize, being seconds away from breaking her pose to attend to needs that were spiraling out of control. “Will you?”
“I’ll suck you until you scream, Candace. Until you make that sound.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “You know the one I mean. It’s the sexiest, most primal thing I’ve ever heard.”
Sexy and primal. Interesting that he would use those words to describe that high-pitched, wavering, uncontrolled caterwaul she did when he was giving it to her good. That noise was almost embarrassing. “After that,” she said, “I want you wherever and however you want me.”
His gaze flickered to hers. A spark of danger lit in his eyes. “Then you’ll get it.”
She didn’t have to explain what she meant and neither did he. Her heart jumped and warmth spread in her face, no doubt turning her cheeks bright red. “Okay,” she said softly.
Appearing satisfied he’d shut her up, he went back to work with swift, efficient strokes, his expression tense but otherwise unreadable. She just tried to keep breathing, anticipation and anxiety swamping her as she thought back on the times before, letting him take her ass. The overwhelming fullness that fell just a little too much on the pain side of the pleasure/pain dichotomy. But enough on the pleasure side that she couldn’t stop. That she wanted more.
“You got quiet,” he observed after more time had passed. “If you don’t want—”
“No. I do.”
“You know I love you, babe.”
“I know. I love you too.”
“Me and you?” he said, giving the first line of their favorite motto.
“Against the world,” she finished. Always.
Chapter Three
“Done?” she asked, hearing the breathless excitement in her own voice.
“For the moment. I’ll play around with it more later.”
“Can I see?”
After scrutinizing his work while the seconds ticked away on the
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