Page 20 of Beauty Of Her

My heart lurched. Love? Did he really just call me that? Because if he did, I wanted to hear it again and again. “Okay, so here’s the thing. You and I really don’t know each other.”

He powered down the grill and sauntered my way. “Yet. We don’t know each other yet. Oh, and the burgers are done.”

“The burgers can wait.” I cleared my throat, fixing my posture. “I would like for us to get closer.”

Brett sat in the chair inches from mine, and when our knees touched, it was what my body craved: his contact. “Okay, so what’s the problem?” He leaned forward, clasping his hands together. Fuck, those hazel eyes with green flecks in them. I could swim in them all day.

I frowned because I was almost ashamed to admit to what I was about to say. “I want to get to know you later.” Scooting forward, I placed a hand on his sculpted knee and swore I caught Brett’s Adam’s apple bobbing. “Right now, I can’t stop thinking about the movie theater and the kiss. If I’m being honest, no one has ever made me feel the way you did.”

Brett’s lips curled up into a grin, revealing perfect white teeth. “Is that right?” He leaned in closer until his breath was hot on my neck. “Tell me more about how you felt…”

My heart pounded faster, and my mouth went dry. I couldn’t believe I was about to say this out loud, but Brett made me fearless. “Your lips were so soft but strong. You knew exactly what I needed before I knew myself.”

Brett’s fingers traced circles on my thigh, and I shuddered with desire. “And what did you need, Julia?” His voice was low and husky, sending chills down my spine.

“I needed…” my voice trailed off as a crack of thunder boomed overhead, drowning out the rest of my sentence. The rain poured from the sky, pattering against the metal roof of the grill area.

Brett stood up suddenly and took my hand, pulling me toward him. “Come on!” he shouted over the pounding rain. “We can make it inside before we get too soaked.”

We ran toward the house, our hands clasped together tightly as we dodged puddles and splashing mud. By the time we reached inside, we were drenched to the skin. Brett grabbed towels from the guest bathroom and rubbed them over my shivering body. I couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed, standing in front of him trembling, with nothing but a thin layer of wet fabric clinging to my skin. Brett’s warm hands against my skin triggered a line of goosebumps, and his touch sent liquid heat throughout my body.

I looked up at him, admiring how his wet hair clung to his forehead and his shirt stuck to his wide shoulders. He was breathtakingly handsome, and standing so close to him only made my heart beat faster.

Without warning, Brett leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, the heat of his mouth sending shockwaves to my core. I eagerly kissed him back, deepening the kiss as my hands tangled in his damp hair.

Brett pushed me against the wall with a thud, his hands roaming over my body as our tongues danced with abandon. Every inch of me burned with desire for this man, and I knew I needed him like I needed the air to breathe. Brett's fingers trailed down to where the wet fabric of my shirt met my skin. I broke away from his mouth, gasping for air as Brett took a step back, his lust-darkened eyes drinking me in.

“How long has it been for you?” Brett’s growl flooded my ears as his rock-solid body pinned me to the wall. His fingers traced a slow trail until they met my bra, slipping under the lace fabric to squeeze a pebbled nipple.

My breath hitched before I could answer, my response muffled by Brett’s frantic kisses, covering my mouth down to my neck. He nipped at my flesh, forcing me to close my eyes from the sting before leaning back to see his marks.

“Longer than it’s been for you,” I rasped against his lips.

Brett laughed breathily, biting my earlobe as I inhaled and dug my nails into his shoulders. He peeled off my T-shirt, never breaking eye contact with me, and tossed the garment aside. Next, he moved his fingers, looped them under each bra strap, and pulled them down slowly, making sure I wouldn’t protest. While my heart had never pounded harder, I knew this was the right choice. I deserved to be worshiped. I deserved to let down my guard for the first time in years and willingly welcome someone inside my gates. And that person was inches from my face, ready to accept the challenge.

“Tell me how long,” he groaned as he leaned forward and started to suck at the space between my collarbone and neck. His hands worked the bra from my body with ease until both breasts were exposed to the chilled air in the house.

“Years,” I whispered as Brett palmed one of my breasts in his hands. He pinched my nipple, forcing a cry from my throat as he squeezed hard enough to leave a mark. I gasped for air, and his lips returned to mine again. His kiss was deep and unrelenting, no less demanding than his hands as they worked the hooks on the side so he could help me out of my jeans. “Years since I was with anyone else.”

Brett’s hands froze as the button and zipper to my jeans came undone. He leaned back after another scorching kiss, lifting his green-flecked gaze to meet mine. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Neither was I,” I replied, shyly gnawing my bottom lip. With a sly smile, Brett reached out and placed both hands on my waist, slowly lowering both jeans and underwear inch by inch until he tossed them to the corner of the room. He leaned forward and circled one of my nipples with his tongue before squeezing it gently between his lips.

“How many years?” Brett asked between licking and sucking my hard nipples, teetering back and forth from each side.

“Five,” I gasped as Brett left a trail of wet kisses down my stomach, headed between my legs. My muscles tensed as Brett's lips teetered on the most sensitive parts of my body. His warm hands ran down my bare legs, traveling up until he palmed my bare ass, squeezing the flesh and swaying my hips. I peered down at Brett, and he lifted his eyes, locking with mine. One hand sailed up my front, stopping to caress my breast, only for it to slide back down, pausing right above the dripping center. I nibbled on my pinkie finger and nodded slightly, enough to grant Brett permission to proceed.

His fingers swirled in a circular motion around my clit and slid inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, overwhelmed by my senses as he thrust two fingers deep inside my walls. I arched my back, moaning as he moved his other hand from where it’d been gripping my ass to my stomach, pressing on me to keep me still. I groaned, my legs shaking, and when he curled his finger, brushing against the spot that took my breath away, I lost the ability to speak. Stars burst behind my dark eyelids. I was so close.

“Fuck,” I grunted through gritted teeth while Brett grinned up at me.

I jammed my hands in Brett’s hair as his fingers continued to work my G-spot over and over again. Brett kissed every inch of skin between my pelvis and tits, sucking on my tender flesh, lighting every nerve on fire. The arousal surging to my core boiled, warning me I was on the edge of an orgasm. “Oh God… oh yes, right there…” I panted, digging my nails into Brett’s shoulder blades.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me exactly how you like it.” Brett’s voice vibrated against my entrance before latching his mouth over my clit, sending liquid heat throughout my bones.

I wasn’t expecting his mouth. I wasn’t expecting any of this. I didn’t need to tell Brett what I liked because he knew exactly what to do. He was in charge, and I didn’t have to think about chasing after anything. It was so refreshing handing over control. Handing over your trust, body, and needs to someone else and allowing them to deliver you to an area of greatness you assumed would be abandoned for the rest of your life.

“I’m going to come, please, please…” I begged while Brett increased pressure on my clit with his velvet tongue. I didn’t even know exactly what else he could do until he slid a third finger inside of me and moved them in tandem. “Oh God… yes… yes, fuck…” I panted harder as my walls pulsed around his fingers. I groaned when my orgasm crashed over me, grinding my hips against his mouth and hand. My core clenched and released all over again as a series of intense shudders rocketed through my body.

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