I swallow hard, because a lump suddenly formed in my throat. “And now you’re an expert?”
Brand shakes his head and looks toward the lake. “Nope. I’m just observant.”
I take a deep breath. I’ve got to change the subject.
“Well, then, observe this.”
I slide my right hand along his inner thigh, and his athletic shorts that he’s been wearing because of his knee brace give me easy access. I slip my fingers under the hem and up along his thigh, my fingers grazing his bare skin.
I hear his breath suck in.
I feel the velvety skin beneath my fingers.
I feel my pulse bounding right out of my veins.
Warmth floods my panties again.
This man is like crack to me.
For real.
I stroke his thigh, enjoying his quick breaths.
He doesn’t stop me. I feel his hardness, and the way he engorges even more, growing harder and harder by the moment. I feel his dick grow against the back of my hand.
I stroke it lightly with my knuckles.
He takes a breath.
I exhale.
“It’s time for lunch,” I announce shakily, withdrawing my hand.
I turn onto a little road that leads to a look-out on the top of a bluff. From here, there’s a perfect view of the lake. And there’s no one else in sight. It’s secluded and perfect.
I put the car in Park, then turn to Brand.
“I want your tongue in my mouth. Right now.”
I’m imperative and bossy.
His mouth curls up.
But he reaches for me, his strong arms pulling me onto his lap.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, his lips firm and soft. He tastes like mint and man. My fingers splay on his chest, relishing the hardness beneath my fingers.
He kisses me breathless.
When he pulls away, I’m shaky.
He cocks an eyebrow.
“Again?”
I nod, because I’m a wanton hussy.
Brand smiles, like the sun, and grabs me again. He grips the base of my neck with one strong hand and pulls my face to his own.