When We Touch (The Heartbreak Brothers 5)

“You could be found, too.”

“You’re the sweetest thing.” He brushed his finger over her lips. It was enough to make her heart leap in her chest.

When Daniel kissed her this time, it felt like coming home. He tasted of wine; his lips demanding and hot as he took everything she wanted to give him. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, taking more. Her hands tangled in the hair at the base of his skull, tugging him closer, needing more. So much more.

With one hand on her head, he slid the other up her side, his thumb gently brushing the swell of her breast. The touch made her gasp against his lips. He brushed again, closer to her nipple, and she let out a needy cry, desperate for his touch.

When it came, his caress sent a shot of pleasure through her body, making her toes curl as he tugged at her, rolling her between his thumb and finger. She arched against him, her lips moving against his, begging for mercy, for release, for something to sate this desperate need.

When he pulled back, she could see the fire in his eyes. Could see the evidence of his excitement in the thick line of his pants. He shucked his jacket off, throwing it on one of the old wicker chairs, loosening his tie before he kissed her again.

His lips slid from her mouth to her jaw, kissing and nipping his way down her neck to the dip at the base of her throat. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for air, her heart beating so fast that one thump ran into the next.

Then he was kissing the top of her breasts, her impressive, forced cleavage, his hand scooping inside the mesh of her bodice until his fingers found what they were looking for. Without the fabric barrier between them, her response was fast. Heightened. She cried out again, arching against him as he freed her breast from its fabric prison, dipping his head to capture her nipple between his lips.

And she was gone. Not sure if she was in heaven or hell, her body began to throb, the need rushing between her legs. It was an itch she could never sate, no matter how much she pushed against him. She needed him above her, inside her, everywhere he could be.

“Daniel.” S

he gasped as he flicked against her with his tongue. Her hands threaded into his hair, holding him to her chest.

“Hush, I’ve got you,” he whispered against her skin, circling her waist with his hands.

“I need…” Another gasp. “Daniel, I need you.”

His gaze flickered to hers. She could see herself reflected in the ink of his eyes. “I’m not going to take you here.”

Her mouth dropped open. She needed him. Didn’t he know? If he kept going like this she would explode.

“But…” She sighed as he freed her other breast, cupping it with his warm palm. Sucking her hard, until her head tipped back with pleasure.

“Sit down.” He nodded at the wicker bench behind her. She was too wound up to do anything but obey. To her surprise, Daniel dropped to his knees in front of her, sliding his hands up her calves, thumbs brushing the sensitive underside of her knees before he reached her thighs.

His fingers dug into her flesh as he parted her legs, swallowing hard as he exposed her white lace lingerie. “Beautiful.” His voice was raw. “So damn beautiful.” He pushed her thighs apart further, leaning in to press his nose against her, inhaling sharply as he pressed his lips against her laced panties.

It was mortifyingly sexy, watching him breathe her in like air. Seeing his eyes darken even further as he leaned back to hook his fingers around her panties, sliding them easily down her legs. She lifted her feet as he pulled the lace scrap over her shoes, leaving her bare and exposed.

He touched her first with an outstretched finger, like he was writing in the sand. “You’re wet.”

“For you,” she breathed.

“Yes.” He dipped his finger deeper, then pulled it back to her sensitive nub. An electric pulse shot down to her toes, making her gasp again. Then he put his finger into his mouth and licked it, making her blush.

She reached for him, her hand curling around his wrist. “I want to touch you.”

He shook his head, understanding exactly what she meant. “Not here.” His voice was rough. “I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Pressing a kiss against her knee, he brushed his lips upward, until he reached the apex of her thighs, breathing her in all over again. She was squirming on the bench, her body a bundle of desperate need, and when he finally pressed his lips to her it felt like a blessed relief.

But only for a moment. Because then he started to tease her with his tongue, swirling it between her folds, his face pressed against her like she was his favorite meal. His hands slid beneath her, angling her body to suit his needs, his tongue and lips taking everything he wanted, giving her intense pleasure in return. Her head tipped back against the wooden wall of the summer house, her awareness of her surroundings disappearing as Daniel’s tongue lashed against the pinpoint of nerves between her legs.

Heat coiled inside her, spitting and sparking as he took her to the edge. She rolled her hips against him, earning her a murmur of approval. “Daniel…”

“Hush, I’m here. Not stopping.” He slid two fingers inside of her, the rhythm of his tongue never wavering. His finger tips curled, intensifying the sensations, sending her over the edge. Then she was flying and falling at the same time, fireworks exploding behind her closed eyes, her breath stuttering as pleasure crashed over her again and again.

He didn’t stop. Not even when she tried to sit up. “More.” He slid his tongue against her sensitive skin, eking out the pleasure, growling against her with his own.

“I can’t… it’s too much.”