“Ah—”
He pressed forward, letting me feel him. All of him. His arousal was a hard bulge at my lower back, his breath hot on my skin. “What about your panties, Kelly? Are they still wet from this morning?” he rasped, darting out his tongue to touch my neck.
I gripped the shelf, closing my eyes and feeling his hands sliding up my legs. “Not wearing any,” I confessed.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Is my Shutterbug eager?” He bit down on my lobe. “Is this what you were hoping, Kelly? I would come find you—come fuck you here like I used to? The way you liked it? Hard and fast? Covering your mouth so no one heard your screams but me as I took you deep with my cock?”
I whimpered. It was all I could do.
“You know,” he growled. “I used to laugh at Maxx and his lack of self-control around Charly.” He gripped my waistband, yanking down my yoga pants. “Then I saw you today. Sashaying around the garage, bending to pick something up, showing me your tits in this little tank top of yours.” He lifted me, pushing the stool out of the way and placing my feet on the floor. He kicked my legs open, and I heard his coveralls hit the floor behind me.
“And I got it. I really got it. And now, you’re gonna get it. I’ve been fucking solid for you all goddamn day, and now I’m going to have you exactly like that. Hard.” He closed his hands over mine, his breath hot on my neck, his voice a low growl in my ear. “Hold tight, Shutterbug.”
His dirty words, his whispered filthy promises, made me shiver with anticipation. I pushed back against him, feeling his cock between my legs, hot, heavy, sliding through my wetness.
“Wider,” he ordered.
His arm felt like a band of steel around my waist, and he lifted me, so my toes barely touched the floor. He bent at the knees and slid inside me—one sharp snap of his hips and he was deep. Thick. Throbbing.
He pulled out, surging back inside. Over. Again. He cupped my breasts, pulling on my nipples, playing with the hard nubs. He slid one hand down, teasing my clit, thrusting faster. I held on to the shelves with every bit of waning strength I had. He was possessed. He licked and bit at my neck. Cursed and praised.
So fucking perfect.
So tight around me.
Take it, Kelly, take it all and give me what I want.
Come on me.
My head fell back as I succumbed, no longer sure which way was up, where I was, or how I was going to survive Storm Brett. He was a Category Five hurricane destroying everything in its path, leaving nothing but dust behind. I screamed my release into his hand that covered my mouth. Shook with the aftershocks. Wailed loudly as another orgasm rushed through me as he tipped over the edge, grunting and groaning.
Until we stopped. Until the world began to rotate on its axis again.
We were pressed together, our sweat-soaked skin hot and sensitive. My legs burned, my pussy ached, and my shoulders screamed.
And I was oh-so satisfied.
And judging from the heavy breathing and the way he was leaning into me, Brett was pretty satisfied too.
He rested his head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my skin, his voice now a gentle hum in the room. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m good. I’ll be a bit stiff later, but I’m perfectly fine.”
“You’re pretty bloody perfect. That I agree on.”
He stepped back, easing himself from me. I already missed feeling him inside. He pulled up my yoga pants, carefully sliding them over my butt. I heard him pick up his coveralls.
“A shower,” he murmured. “We need a shower.”
“Fresh clothes,” I added.
“We’re expected across the way for dinner,” he said, turning me in his arms. “You up for that?” He smoothed my hair away from my forehead.
“Yes.”
“Good. Let’s sneak around back and up the stairs before we’re caught. I thought Theo had seen me this morning, but I was lucky.”
“Theo?”
“He spent the night with Charly and Maxx.”
“Ah.”
He stepped back, holding my arm as I swayed. “Shit, I was too rough, wasn’t I?”
“No. I just need to get my balance. I think you fucked it right out of me.”
He laughed. “That’s what you do to me, Shutterbug. I’m off-balance all the time around you.”
“And you hate that.”
He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering. “I decided to stop fighting it. Whatever I can get from you, for however long I can get it, I’ll take it.”
He took my hand and led me upstairs. I followed, thinking over his words.
Somehow they bothered me.
I just had to figure out why.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Brett
We shared another first—showering together. The stall wasn’t huge in the apartment, but we fit well enough. We were both too satisfied to start anything, although Kelly looked as sexy as hell with the water dripping down her shoulders and back. Her hair became ebony when wet, the darkness such a contrast to her creamy skin. She had some red patches where my scruff had rubbed her neck, and a few purple kisses to her skin where I had marked her. When I looked in the mirror, I was sporting a few myself. Thank goodness for T-shirts to cover up the evidence.