Real Men Will (Donovan Brothers Brewery 3)

“You were going to do this with him,” he said softly.

“Maybe.”

“So tell me what you wanted.”

“I wanted…” Beth swallowed hard. “I wanted to feel like this.”

He pulled the tie with a

gonizing slowness.

Beth couldn’t quite catch her breath. “I wanted to shiver when he touched me.”

The tension of the fabric wrapped around her body suddenly loosened. She closed her eyes as he eased the dress open. His fingers brushed the naked skin of her stomach. She shivered again.

“Like you’re shivering now?” Eric asked.

“Yes.” She’d forgotten. She’d forgotten this feeling of being seduced. She’d meant to seduce him tonight. To untie her dress and drop it to the floor just to shock him. But in this game between them, he was the one who did the undressing. Just like last time.

And just like last time, she was wet already, her arousal soaking the expensive silk between her legs.

He still didn’t kiss her. She felt his whole hand curve around her waist, the edge of his hand resting on the curve of her hip, his thumb fanning slowly across her ribs. She opened her eyes to see him still watching his hand.

“You left too quickly last time.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“I wanted more.” His hand tightened on her hip, and he finally moved forward, but he guided her back.

Beth stepped backward. One step. Two. Her dress fell open. Her back touched the doorway. He loomed above her. “I wanted more,” he said again, and then he finally kissed her.

This was nothing like that brief whisper of a kiss in the parking lot of the White Orchid. This felt…angry. Rough. Deep. She matched it with her own anger and frustration, pressing into his mouth, tasting him as he slid his tongue along hers. Both his hands were around her waist now, holding her against the wall as he devoured her.

She wanted him so much it felt almost like hate. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t it be this good with someone else? Someone who’d never lied? Who’d never made a fool out of her?

He pushed the dress off her shoulders, and Beth let it drop before tangling her fingers in his hair. He had her trapped against the wall, surrounded by his body, but she still needed to hold him, to be sure he didn’t change his mind and slip away.

His hands slid down to her hips, and he held her tight as he rocked his body into her.

Oh, God, yes. He was already hard and big, and she was already lost. Instead of turning, her mind was spiraling down into a place where she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. All she knew was the way his tongue slid over hers and his fingers pressed her flesh. All she could think was that she wanted him inside her.

She turned her face away, and Eric slid his mouth to her neck and sucked there.

“Eric. I…” Jesus, that felt so good. Especially when she thought of him moving his mouth lower and lower, sucking the whole way. “The bedroom,” she gasped.

“Yes,” he said against her throat.

She led him down the hall, damn glad she was still wearing her heels as she walked in front of him. She made sure to add a little extra sway to her hips, and when she glanced back, he wasn’t looking at her face.

But when they got to her bedroom, she didn’t know what to do, which kicked her brain to life. It remembered that it was supposed to be worrying, second-guessing, overanalyzing. She stood helplessly for a moment, but Eric took charge, thank God. He seemed to know what to do. Instead of thinking, he took off his shirt, then reached for his belt. Even that was preppy, one of those Cole Haan strips of braided leather, and as she watched him slide the leather free of the buckle, her knees went a little weak.

He looked so…strong. His chest was so wide. His biceps were thick. He probably belonged to a gym. He probably lifted weights while the skinny gym girls swooned. Were those the girls he normally dated? The ones he told his family about and gave his real name to?

Beth shook her head, breaking the thoughts free and sending them scattering. It didn’t matter. He wanted her, secretly or not. More importantly, she wanted him. So she stopped thinking and reached for the button of his jeans. She could feel the thick length of him through the rough fabric, and she immediately knew what she wanted.

She slid his zipper carefully down. His hands fell to his sides. Then she slipped her hand inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He was so hot. She eased him free and went to her knees.

My God, he was lovely. A work of art. She hadn’t gotten a chance to get up close and personal that night at the hotel. But now she could look her fill. The head was plump and perfect, but from there, his shaft got even thicker.