Real Men Will (Donovan Brothers Brewery 3)

“Do I?”

“Yes. I love it.” Last time, the ties had been on her panties, and all he’d had to do was pull them free and she’d been naked.

“It’s my favorite—” the laces finally gave way, and he smoothed the dark silk off her breasts “—brand,” she finished weakly.

“Mine, too,” he murmured, lowering his head to brush his lips over one dark nipple. Everything had been hurried before. Desperate. Now he had time to taste her, touch her. And he was suddenly glad he’d already come, because just this was stirring his cock again, a goddamned miraculous resurrection.

He opened his mouth over her and drew her in, and Beth gasped so sweetly that it made his chest tighten. He knew she was experienced, he knew she’d probably done things in bed that he’d never even heard of. But somehow she sounded like the simplest kiss was a wonder to her. How was it possible for her to be so many amazing things at once?

He found a rhythm with his tongue that made her gasp and writhe, then eased his hand down her stomach and cupped it over the dark fabric that covered her sex. She was wet. Soaked through. He stroked her through the silk, and pressed his teeth to her nipple.

Beth arched up with a little cry, but he wanted to make her scream.

Giving up any teasing, he dragged her panties down and slipped his finger along the seam of her body. Her clit was hard and eager, and when he brushed it, she groaned as if she was in pain.

She was close to coming already, but he wanted to do this right. Thanks

to her earlier attentions, he could actually concentrate, and Eric thought of the lesson he’d overheard at the White Orchid. Raising his head, he watched her face as he touched her clit again.

Beth threw her head back. She let her knees fall open and pressed toward his hand. He could make her come right now. Easily. His fingers were soaked. All he had to do was circle her clit a few times and she’d come apart for him. But he didn’t want easy. So instead of concentrating on that spot, he pressed two fingers slowly inside her pussy, stretching her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “That feels good.”

When he rubbed the heel of his hand into her clit, her mouth opened on a sigh. Watching her face, he curled his two fingers up and pressed into her body as he fucked her with his hand. He felt it. Subtle, but just what the girl at the shop had described. The faintest little curve of texture in her flesh, hardly even noticeable. He pressed his fingertips against it and rubbed her clit at the same time.

Beth’s eyes popped open. “Oh,” she breathed. He did it again. Her eyes fluttered closed. She whimpered and grabbed his wrist, holding him tight inside her.

His dick throbbed in sympathetic approval.

“Eric…”

Yeah.

“Don’t stop. Just…” Her forehead creased with concentration. Her nails bit into his wrist in sharp points of pain that did nothing but excite him further. He felt her muscles tighten around him as he worked her. Jesus Christ, he wanted inside her. But not until…

“That’s… It’s…” Words seemed to fail her as she whimpered and turned her face away. Finally, a sharp cry escaped her mouth and she was shaking, her hips bucking against him as she came. “Oh, God,” she sobbed. “Oh, Eric.”

He waited until her last sobs had passed before he let her go. Then Beth rolled to her side, still panting. He smoothed a hand over the generous curve of her ass, loving the way her hip rose up from his hand. He shaped every curve, then slid the edge of his hand down until he touched wet heat.

“Mmm,” she sighed, pushing into his fingers as he stroked her.

“More?” he asked, and his cock strained forward when she eased her legs open at his touch.

Eric pulled a condom from his wallet, rolled it on and pushed slowly inside her from behind. It was…heaven. He held her tight to his chest and fucked her as slowly as he could, drawing it out, burying himself so deeply inside her he felt consumed by her body.

A long time later, when they both came again, Beth didn’t scream his name. Instead, she sighed it so softly that he barely heard. And strangely, that was even better.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HE’D AWOKEN EARLY, GRATEFUL that Beth was still asleep and they could avoid any morning-after awkwardness. They’d have to talk about what this meant, if anything, but not when they were naked. And not when her cheeks were flushed pink with sleep.

Though he’d managed to dress without waking her, he hadn’t been cold enough to just sneak out. He was still trying to make up for his lies, after all. Stealing out like a thief probably wouldn’t help.

So instead of tiptoeing out the door, he sat down on her side of the bed and smoothed a lock of hair off her shoulder. Beth didn’t respond. She was sleeping on her stomach, her head cradled on her arms, and once he’d swept her hair away, nearly her whole back was exposed to him.

In the morning light, her skin glowed, so smooth that his fingers actually ached to touch her. He wanted to run his hand down her spine, put his mouth to her shoulder blade and work his way up to her neck. He wanted to smell her, taste her, have her again.

Just the thought of touching her had him hard as a rock already. But if he slipped back into bed and woke her, there’d be talk of breakfast, then talk of talk, and he didn’t want to walk away this morning with any of that tension. He wanted to fucking float.