Page 42 of Ask Me Something

Colby appeared concerned, and I knew in that moment that at least he cared about Kenzie’s feelings.

“Yeah, things are good. I’m doing one beer and then heading up,” I said, slugging it back. I enjoyed the banter between the three of them as we sat dockside enjoying the warm evening and Caribbean breeze.

After finishing my drink, I stood up, ready for bed.

Brian got to his feet as well. “I’ll walk you upstairs.”

“Kenzie, you staying out?” Colby asked.

She shrugged. “Nah, I’m going to bed, too.”

I noted Colby’s surprised look and I was proud of her for not appearing eager to spend time with him.

* * *

Brian walkedme up to my room, both of us quiet.

As soon as I put my key in, his body crowded mine through the door.

It hadn’t even had a chance to close when Brian seized my hips with his hands and backed me into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. “Is it just me, or has this day dragged on?”

Smiling, I realized it had for me, as well. “It has seemed slow.”

His hand stroked my face softly. “All I could think about was kissing you today.” He dipped his head and tasted my lips, taking his time with the leisurely kiss.

Once my tongue met his, however, the kiss changed. Suddenly, I was pressed up against him and I took the opportunity to reach for the zipper on his shorts.

His hands moved quickly, though, closing over mine and preventing my intent. “Not like this. We still have to ensure we’ve agreed on everything.”

“How about we hash out the details tomorrow? Tonight, maybe we could let it happen.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t.”

“You’d turn down sex because these rules mean that much to you?”

His expression was pained and he nodded.

“Unbelievable. I’m practically throwing myself at you. This was a mistake. You don’t want me, then, fine.”

“Damn it, Sasha. Does it feel like I don’t want you?” He placed my hand on his bulge where he was hard as steel.

Instead of moving my hand away, I slid it down the length of him and heard him hiss.

He threaded his fingers with mine and my mouth was ravaged again. After backing me to the edge of the bed, he eased me down, following on top. His hips aligned with mine, grinding against my throbbing sex.

Intense heat spread throughout my body with the contact. I moaned, cradling his hard length and arching toward him. He shifted me so that we were both on our sides and his leg scissored over mine, keeping me inches from him.

His fingers reached up under my dress, but, much to my frustration, stayed outside of my panties when he started massaging.

“You’re right there,” I gasped, frustrated.

“I’m going to make you come, but I’m saving the good stuff for when I have more—”

“Time,” I bit out, finishing the statement for him. My voice was raw, and my body was desperate for release.

“Think of the last time you had foreplay. We’re working up to the ultimate fantasy for both of us.”

My body had started to respond to his fingers. I moved my hand toward his zipper again. “Okay, but I get to torture you, too.” When he tensed, I argued, “We haven’t started so you’re not in control yet.”

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