Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

She put a bare foot to his chest and nudged him. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” Yeah, she was definitely drunk. Not that he was complaining.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“Just looking at you makes me wet.”

He’d thought he was turned on already, but her words struck him like lightning.

“I didn’t even know that was possible,” she said, her eyes devouring his chest. “To look at a man’s body and want it so much I’d do anything.”

His hand followed her leg up to her thigh. She let her knee fall to the side. She was still fully covered, but he could see that hollow at the inside of her thigh. If he tucked his fingers beneath the fabric right there, he’d find her wet and ready.

“I think about you all the time, Jamie,” she confessed, her words falling to a whisper. “I think about your mouth on me. Your cock inside me…”

“Christ,” he breathed, lowering himself slowly over her, loving the way her hands touched him as her legs wrapped around his hips. When he kissed her, he bumped her glasses and she reached to take them off and toss them toward the table.

Jamie kissed her hard, and she sucked at his tongue as if she needed this as much as he did. Framing her face in his hands, he kissed her for a long, long minute, then dragged his open mouth down her neck. She smelled like him. His soap, his shampoo. She wore his clothes and his scent and she was in his bed. He wanted to snarl with satisfaction.

When she pulled his hand to her lips and sucked two fingers into her mouth, he did snarl. The heat…the wet suction…Jamie forgot all his intentions to be slow and gentle. Instead he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth, feeling the strong muscle of her tongue work against him.

He tugged her shirt up and returned the favor by drawing her nipple between his teeth, making her cry out against his hand.

She hadn’t even touched his cock and he was already harder than he’d ever been, his skin so tight it hurt. He imagined her opening her lips over him, taking him in, sucking hard. He imagined thrusting against her tongue, opening her throat.

Jesus Christ, he could come just from the way she drew at his fingers.

Jamie shuddered and slipped lower down her body, determined that this would last longer than his body thought it could. He dipped his tongue into her belly button. Pressed his teeth to her hipbone. But when he moved lower, he had to slide his fingers free of the hot fantasy of her mouth. Her teeth nipped him in protest, but he was intent. He needed both his hands to drag the underwear off her hips and down her legs. He needed both hands to spread her thighs wide.

She was as wet as she’d promised.

Jamie’s mouth watered as he slipped his thumbs along the hollows of her thighs. When he brushed her sex, Olivia’s muscles jumped and her knees fell farther open, urging him on, as if he would deny her anything.

He kissed one thigh, then the other, then he traced his tongue along her folds, sighing as the taste of her flooded his mouth. She bucked when he touched her clit, so Jamie curled his arms around her hips and held her down so he coul

d close his lips over the tight bud of nerves.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “That feels so good.” He pressed his tongue to her and she moaned louder. So began another game of seeing what noises he could coax from her. He teased and suckled and gently bit. He licked and nibbled then plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. When he worked his way back up to her clit, Olivia cried out, her hips fighting his hands. Jamie tightened his grip and got serious, concentrating all his attention on the strokes that made her shake and scream. Her clit was a tight, hard bud against his tongue, her thighs trembled, her screams turned to a choked gasp. It was over too soon. She moaned as the last spasms shook through her.

“Oh, God, Jamie…”

He stood and unbuttoned his jeans, his gaze on her fingers against her sex, her tight thighs still trembling. He felt strange. Not himself. Not charming and easy and smooth, but mindless and rough. He wanted to find out everything she’d never done, just so he could be the first. He wanted to take her so thoroughly that she’d have no inclination to move on to a third lover, or a fourth. Jamie pulled a condom from his pocket, then unzipped his jeans.

Olivia’s eyes opened. Her gaze slid to his zipper, then to the wrapper in his hand. “Wait,” she murmured as she pushed herself up. “Wait.”

What the hell could waiting accomplish? He set his jaw and did as she asked, and when she put her feet to the floor and slid off the bed, he was damn glad he had.

“Olivia,” he said as she went to her knees, forcing him back a step. “You don’t have to…” His body ordered his throat to close before he could finish the sentence.

Thank God Olivia ignored him and edged his jeans down. “I know. But I want to.”

She did. Hell, he knew she did by the way she’d sucked his fingers like a damn Popsicle earlier. Just the thought made his heart beat so hard that his vision blurred for a moment. But when Olivia reached for his briefs, Jamie blinked his vision clear.

His cock sprang free, and she immediately wrapped her hand around the base with a little sigh. He would have sighed, too, if he could only catch his breath. Then she licked her lips and there was no hope of that.

“You’re really big, you know that?”

He felt really fucking big right now, that was for sure.

Olivia slowly stroked all the way up his shaft, then down again. “I love the way it feels when you fuck me. Like I can just barely take it.”