Brogan (Carolina Reapers 9)

I kept my touch professional, working the muscles I’d spent hours studying in undergrad until her knots loosened. But damn, those little moans and sighs? They were innocent, but my mind turned them positively indecent.

“Here, will this help?” She tugged her straps down her shoulders.

“Sure.” All that creamy skin made my mouth water.

“You are so damn good at this.” She leaned into my touch.

“My bachelors is in sports medicine.” I found another knot and it melted under my fingers.

Quiet moments passed while I rubbed the tension from her shoulders and arms, never letting my hands sink farther south than her bra-strap.

“I think that’s about all I can help with,” I said, my voice strangled. More like it was all I could handle before my touches turned to caresses.

She rolled her shoulders and sighed, coming up on her knees before turning toward me.

Fuck me, she was level with my dick. I shifted my hips and hoped like hell that she wasn’t checking out what was going on beneath my athletic shorts.

“I’d say thank you, but we always end up…” She flushed. “Well, you know.”

“Yeah.” We did seem to have a thing for getting overzealous with the thanks.

“How about I do you?” she offered.

I clenched my jaw, biting back my instant agreement to her suggestion.

She reached for my side, her breasts brushing my knee, and grabbed the oil. “I’m definitely not as good as you with my hands, but I’m a fast learner.”

Massage. Right. She meant a massage.

“I’m good.” There was no way in hell I could let her put those beautiful, capable hands on me and not react. For fuck’s sake, I was barely holding myself in check here. A few more minutes and I’d have her spread out on the couch, her thighs open, her pussy slick, her mouth begging me for—

Her brow puckered and hurt flashed through her eyes.

“Shit,” I muttered as she scrambled to her feet. “Fiona it’s not that I don’t think you could give a hell of a massage—”

That hurt turned to fire in her eyes. “It’s just that you don’t want me to touch you. Fine. I get it.” She shook her head.

“No, you don’t get it.” I ground out every word.

She set the bottle on the end table. “Oh, then please do explain it to me.”

My teeth ground.

“I wasn’t saying we had to—” A brighter pink stole over her cheeks. “And even if that was what I was offering, are you telling me that I’m that bad?”

“For fuck’s sake, Fiona. I’m trying to be the good guy here, which if you haven’t noticed, isn’t exactly my M.O.” I gripped both of my knees so hard that the veins in my hands bulged.

“Brogan—”

“If you put your hands on me, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to stop.” There, I said it. “I’ll have you on your back on this couch, or on your knees in front of me. Hell, maybe I’ll even bend you over that arm. The positions may vary, but the result will be the same—I’ll be inside you.”

Her lips parted and she slowly dragged her tongue over the lower one.

“Say something.” Fuck. I’d just fucked it all up. We’d been fine—tense, but fine—until I’d had to open my mouth and put words to what had been going on inside this house since I’d kissed her against the wall upstairs.

“Okay.” Her lips tilted upward.

I blinked and clasped my hands behind my neck. “I’m sorry?”

“I said, okay.” She moved forward, bracing her knees on either side of me so she straddled me, and holy fuck, she rocked her hips right against my cock.

“Fiona—”

She cradled my face in her delicate hands and leaned forward slowly, like she was giving me time to pull away. “I. Said. Okay,” she whispered just above my lips.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I growled as her hands sank into my hair.

“You were pretty graphic in the details. I’d say I know what I’m asking for.” She brushed her lips over mine. “You. Inside. Me.” Each word was punctuated by the softest kiss.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” My pulse hit the ceiling, and damn it, my hands swept down the sides of her body until I had ahold of her luscious hips.

“Is that what you think this is?” She laughed, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life. “Fine, then how about I take advantage of you?” She nipped my lower lip.

“And you won’t regret it in the morning?” I could handle a lot of things, but being on her list of regrets wasn’t one of them.

“I could never regret you,” she whispered, rolling her hips over mine.

I groaned.

“Now stop thinking, stop worrying, and just be here with me.” She kissed me, and I snapped.

My mouth slanted under hers and my tongue demanded entrance. She parted those sweet lips and I sank inside with a sound that came out like a growl, sweeping my tongue past her teeth to relearn every line of her mouth, to reclaim it.