Don't Date Your Brother's Best Friend

“I feel like the lumberyard is gonna be closed,” she laughed, “so we have all day long.”

“I liked coming home to you.”

“I like being the one you come home to,” she said.

My hands roamed, restless, up under her shirt. Sarah Jo’s smooth skin raced under my hands as I stroked and explored. I ran my hands up her sides. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt the full heat of her breasts, bare and warm in my palms. It nearly brought me to my knees. I had to get her shirt off and lick them. I was like a man possessed after that. The spell of her small, rosy nipples puckering under my tongue was bliss. She threaded her fingers in my hair. It was such a drunken feeling of power, the way I could make her body respond. I concentrated on her breasts until her hips were twisting under me urgently. With one big hand, I reached down to still her. She parted her pale thighs. I stroked and petted her through the wetness between her legs, My mouth found hers again and my tongue dipped in her mouth in rhythm to my strokes, matching the way I teased her with my hand, cupping her, tracing her folds, before I plunged two long fingers into her slick passage and pumped them, finding the spot just in front that made her start dripping every time I so much as brushed against it. A fresh gush of wetness coated my hand as I worked her over, fingers scissoring and twisting inside her tight passage as her hips came up off the bed. I licked her upper lip, nipped at her bottom lip and she came. I felt the hard clench, the tension in her body as she bore down on my fingers.

It sounds insane, but I felt it. I felt her climax with my whole body like an echo. I kept kissing her and levered myself up on my forearms. Sarah Jo lay trembling and spent beneath me. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, whispered to her of my love.

“You’re so beautiful. Thank you for this, for letting me be the man who gets to take you to bed and make you scream like that,” I said, truly humbled by the privilege, and also breathing hard from my own arousal, the desire I kept on a tight rein while I saw to her.

“I didn’t scream,” she protested raggedly, and I laughed. She gave a breathless giggle. “I don’t remember screaming. Maybe you should do that again to remind me.”

“You are a greedy woman,” I said, kissing her neck with every word. “And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

I slid an arm under the small of her back and flipped us over so she was on top of me, “Now,” I said, “it’s my turn, and I want to lie here and look at this incredible woman on top of me who wants me enough to stop being shy and show me exactly what she likes.”

“I like you. You know what I like,” she said, laying on my chest, hands stacked under her chin, “I think I proved it just now, although I definitely didn’t scream.”

“You did,” I said lightly.

“Fine. Then I’m going to return the favor. I’m going to make you scream my name,” she said, “Challenge accepted.” I crossed my arms behind my head, grinning.

Slowly, sinuously, she sat up, arched her back to let me see those full breasts tipping majestically up. She stroked my shoulders and chest with light fingertips. She shook her hair out over her shoulder and bit her lip, giving me a sexy look. I felt my body tighten and respond. Then she ran her hands down her own body. She lifted her hair and let it drop, ran her hands over her breasts, plucking at the nipples playfully, meeting my eyes with a heated gaze that went right through me. She stroked down the curve of her belly and hips to her thighs. When her hand dipped between her legs, my hand shot out from behind my head, and I grabbed her wrist. I kissed her palm, her fingertips, pulled her down over me and pushed my tongue into her mouth for a deep and searching kiss.

“I need you so much, Sarah Jo,” I said against her lips.

“So why did you interrupt the seduction?” she said, “Was it too cheesy?”

“God, no. It was so hot—I couldn’t stand the sight of you ready to touch yourself. I wanted my mouth between your legs, my cock inside of you. You deserve so much more than just your own touch. Because I’m here to do that for you, anytime you want. I want that more than I can say, to just—serve you like that. To be the man you reach for.”