“Some best friend he is,” she muttered, glowering over her shoulder. Her entire body was stiff with anger. He found it quite endearing she could be so upset over something that happened over a decade ago. “The jerk. Why didn’t you tell him to go screw himself, and leave for good?”

“I’d never see you again, except in school. I couldn’t do that. He might be my best friend, but you were more than that even back then.” He swallowed past the words trying to come out. Words he wasn’t ready to say. “You’re still more than that.”

Her eyes softened. “I want to kiss you right now. Right here.”

“Then kiss me.” He peeked over her shoulder, searching for cover, and then pulled her behind a small building. Backing her against the brick wall, he placed his hands on either side of her head. “I can’t possibly deprive you of something you want. Not today.”

The second his mouth touched hers, he knew kissing her wasn’t as simple as it had been at first. Before now, he had kissed her because he wanted to, and because it felt good to do so.

Now?

He kissed her because he needed to.

If he didn’t have her in his arms, then the world didn’t feel right. If he couldn’t taste her lips, then he wouldn’t be whole. Damn it, was he falling in love with her?

Or had he already fallen?

She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him closer, and opened her mouth to his. His tongue swept inside, and he groaned into her mouth.

He stepped closer, melding his body to hers.

Her breasts pressed against him, and he rubbed his cock against her soft belly. He could never, would never, have enough of his Anna. He forced his mouth away from hers, dropping his head onto the crook of her neck. “Fuck. I need you now.”

“We could go to the lake, but it’s pretty crowded right now. Or…” She craned her neck to see over his shoulder. “There’s a changing room right there.”

“Wait.” He cocked a brow. “Are you suggesting…?”

Her eyes lit up with mischief. “Yep.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him through the small door, closing it behind her. As soon as the door shut, she was on him. Every reason he shouldn’t be making love to her in a public place played out in his mind like a scrolling marquee.

Brothers a few feet away.

People walking outside the door.

They could get caught.

Yet the one reason he should do it outweighed them all.

It was Anna.

And that was all that really fucking mattered.

He picked her up and backed her against the wall, growling low in his throat. She readily wrapped her arms and legs around him, deepening the kiss. Once she was against the wall, his hands explored every inch of her body. Her waist. Her hips, her breasts.

The sensation of her smooth skin under his hands was even more intense without any hint of light. Every sigh and moan she let out sounded amplified.

Closing his hands on her breasts, he flipped the scanty material up and over them, then closed his mouth around her nipple. When he scraped his teeth against her hard buds, she moaned and dug her feet into his ass, rubbing herself against his cock.

If she continued moving like that, he might explode in his swim trunks like an overeager teenager before he ever got inside her. He bit down on her nipple, hissing in a breath when her fingernails bit into his scalp. With a trembling hand, he reached down between their bodies. She was hot and wet and ready for him.

So damn wet.

She might be ready for him, but he wanted her begging and pleading. She needed to be as desperate for him as he was for her. “I bet I could make you come right here, right now, without even coming inside you.”

He traced his finger over her clit while biting down on her shoulder. She whimpered and rotated her hips against him, pressing closer to his hand. He could feel her impatience and need, but he refused to give her what she wanted.

He shoved her bikini bottom aside, then ran his finger over her damp slit.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Brett,” she pleaded, her hands clinging to him. “Now.”

Hell, yeah.

He shook his head and took a steadying breath. “Not yet.”

He plunged a finger inside her, pressing his thumb to her clit.

She cried out, and he muffled the sound with his mouth. He pulled out and thrust inside her again, this time with two fingers. As he moved inside her, he rubbed his thumb over her swollen flesh. She made little mewling sounds into his mouth. They drove him insane with want.

With need.

He flicked his tongue over hers, and she stiffened in his arms, whimpering into his mouth. Her muscles convulsed around his fingers, and he kept his thumb pressed on her clit until she slumped in his arms, dragging the orgasm out for as long as he could.

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