Officially Over It (SWAT Generation 2.0 10)

He growled and ignored me, his mouth moving to the swells of my breasts that were solidly confined behind the material of my sports bra.

I’d come straight from work.

I was still in half of my stupid scrubs.

The bra that I wore was for comfort, not for style.

And suddenly I was wishing that I’d worn the lace one that I’d bought with him in mind last year.

Before I could think too hard on the state of my bra, though, his fingers were curling around one strap and pulling it down over my shoulder.

I licked my lips and pinched my eyes shut as he worked it down over my arm, around my hand, and let it go to come to a rest underneath my armpit.

“That’ll stretch out my bra,” I found myself saying.

He paused to look at me, once again reminding me of my vow of silence.

Why did I say anything at all again?

“Does it matter?” he asked curiously.

“No,” I admitted. “But I paid sixty bucks for it. It’s expensive. If you stretch it out…”

He rolled his eyes and went back to work on the other side of my bra, once again pulling it down my arm and stretching it in a way it wasn’t designed to be stretched.

But he made up for it by pressing kisses down the length of my shoulder, then my arm.

Then, he sat back on his haunches and pulled the top of the bra down low enough that it exposed everything except for the very tips of my nipples. And since the bra was so damn tight, it stayed exactly where it was despite my boobs’ willingness to pop free.

Or my willingness to be free.

His tongue traveled along the line of the bra, dipping up and over each swell with the utmost care.

By the time that he finally tugged the bra the rest of the way underneath my breasts, I was a panting, needy mess that was seconds away from ripping the damn thing down myself.

The moment that he saw my breasts, he groaned.

“God,” he growled as he stared at the dusky tips. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to see these again since I was a kid.”

One time when we were vacationing together, Nathan had walked into the bathroom that I was changing in without announcing himself or knocking.

He’d taken one look at my breasts and had frozen.

Me?

Well, I’d done what any teenage girl would’ve done.

I’d screamed.

Before Nathan had left, though, he’d taken a good, long look.

A long enough look that it was likely that he was correct.

He’d liked what he’d seen.

“You make me crazy,” I whispered, arching up to put my breasts closer to his face.

Closer to that mouth that I wanted sucking on each turgid peak.

“Don’t rush me.” He pressed his hand down flat onto my belly. “I want to do what I want to do. I’ve been dreaming about taking this sweet little body of yours. And you won’t rush me.”

I groaned and fell back to the bed, realizing rather quickly that if I wanted Nathan, I was going to have to deal with Nathan’s attitude.

His ‘my way or the highway’ frame of mind that had always driven me nuts.

His take control nature was always one that’d really gotten on my last nerve.

Now, though?

It was hot.

Him controlling every single aspect of what we were about to do was sending tingles straight to my most intimate of places.

He moved up until his knee was pressed solidly between my legs, the hard meat of his thigh pressing against where I needed him the most.Chapter 12

You’re wrong. Just sit there in your cave of wrong, and bask in your wrongness.

-Text from Reggie to Nathan

Nathan

There were things that I’d always wanted to do.

And there were things that I’d always wanted, but never thought I had a chance of doing.

And one of those things was lying on the bed, eyes glazed underneath me.

Her breaths were coming in shallow pants, and with each inhale and exhale, her breasts would jiggle.

I was practically drooling for her as I bent down and finally allowed myself to capture one of the dusky pink nipples between my lips.

I growled when she cried out in elation, her body moving in a rhythm against me as she tried to force me to move faster than I wanted to move.

I wouldn’t budge, though.

This was what I’d wanted for so long that I was going to do this right.

And thoroughly.

“Don’t move.” I pushed down on her belly again, causing her to growl in frustration.

“I’m not!” she cried out, anger lacing her tone.

“Could’ve fooled me,” I teased.

She hissed out a breath when I went back to her nipple, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it lightly.

Not hard. Not enough to cause her to buck against me.

But a little baby suck that would keep her anticipation peaked.

Her hands found my hair and she buried them down deep until she practically clutched the roots.