When We Touch (The Heartbreak Brothers 5)

She ran the tip of her nose against his. “I’m asking nicely.”

His mouth curled, as he slid his hand into her hair. He tipped her face back and kissed her throat, his lips demanding and hot.

Becca’s nipples tightened, rubbing deliciously against her dress. “I should take this off,” she said. “The dry cleaning bill is going to be astronomic.”

“I’ll buy you a new dress.” He continued kissing her neck, reaching behind her to unzip the mesh fabric, pushing the straps down her shoulders. The rush of cool air made her nipples tighten more.

“Then I’ll buy you a new tux. This needs to come off,” she muttered, tugging at his open tie and flinging it on the floor. Then she tried to unfasten his buttons, but he wouldn’t let her lift her head to see what she was doing, too busy kissing her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips.

There was a

movement as he took over, shrugging his shirt off. This time she made sure she looked, and she was so glad she did.

Thick, muscled shoulders. Warm skin stretched over rippled pectorals, with dark nipples that made her mouth water.

She could never get bored of touching a man like him. Her breath caught as she reached out, tracing her finger over him, loving the feel of his skin.

His erection jutted proudly against his pants. She touched that, too, and he let out a strangled moan.

“I want this,” she said, tracing the line of it again. “Now.”

“So demanding,” he murmured, unfastening his fly.

“I just want to see if you taste as bitter as your personality.”

He laughed, the deep chuckle filling the room. His fly was open, revealing black shorts that did nothing to hide the size of him. He leaned over, stroking her face softly before pressing his lips against hers.

“What are you doing here with me?” he asked, kissing her again. She curled her arms around him, her thigh pressing against his groin, and he let out another groan, circling his hips as though he had no choice.

“It’s a fight to the death,” she whispered.

He kissed her again. “La petite mort.”

“Are you trying to seduce me with your language skills? Because if you haven’t noticed, I’m already seduced.”

He pushed her bodice down, jaw tightening as he took in her breasts. “It’s the French word for orgasm. If you translate it literally, it means little death.” He dipped his head, sucking at her nipple, growling approvingly as she arched herself against him.

“I’d like to die a little tonight with you.”

“Or a lot.” He sucked at her other nipple. How did they end up like this? She was supposed to be tasting him. Teasing him. Seeing how dark she could make his eyes. Instead, she was at his mercy, subdued by his teasing lips.

He peppered kisses across her chest and she reached down between them, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of his shorts. He was thicker than she realized. His hot skin was tight as her fingers circled him. Slowly, she ran her palm down him, loving the way his kisses stilled against her.

“Stop.” His voice was urgent. He pressed his hand against hers. “Damn, I should have knocked one out at the summer house.”

She laughed with delight, loving that he was on the edge of control. That she could do that to him. “Come between my lips.” She sat up, wriggling the dress off her waist, putting it gently down on the floor because it wasn’t hers.

“No. Inside you.” His voice was ragged. “Just give me a minute.”

He breathed in and out, as if centering himself. Then he turned his attention to her again. Circling his hand around her wrists, he pushed her back on the mattress, her hair spreading out beneath her as he scanned her from face to feet. She stared back at him, loving the way he stared at her. Loving how he held himself above her, back in control once more. Daniel the predator, sizing up his prey.

“This will help,” he muttered, pulling a foil package from his wallet. “A little.” He slid it on, encasing his magnificent erection, doing nothing to diminish its beauty to her. Then he was back over her, still holding her wrists with one hand, the other sliding down between her legs, his eyes closing as he felt how wet she was.

How ready she was for him.

He slowly circled his thumb against her, making her thighs tense with desire. His touch was soft, too soft for her to get the satisfaction she needed. She rolled her hips in an attempt to get friction.

Despite the cool air surrounding them, she could feel herself begin to sweat. He slid two fingers inside of her and it made her cry out.