Page 104 of The Bridges I've Burned

I sucked down hard on her clit, causing her to gasp, and then her body quaked, and she fell apart, shaking and moaning my name. I squeezed out every drop of pleasure from her orgasm, licking and sucking until she sagged against the door in exhaustion.

I adjusted her drenched panties and smiled to myself, knowing she’d have to walk around with those on as a nice little reminder for the rest of the night.

Just as I rose to a standing position, a knock came from the other side of the door.

The look of horror on Elena’s face was priceless.

“Yes?” I answered innocently.

She frowned, and I lifted my upturned hands like, What?

She swatted me in the arm. I silently laughed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I heard my brother mutter under his breath and then sigh. A moment went by, and then he cleared his throat. “Marin would like me to ask you if you could please be mindful of the paintings on the easels. They’re commission work, and she’s already cashed the deposits.”

Elena pressed her lips together, and I barked out a laugh.

“Also, Zander, what the fuck?”

“Sorry, Macon,” I tried to say, my head buried in Elena’s neck as my shoulders bounced.

So not sorry.

Elena couldn’t hold back any longer. I looked up to see her smile and then join in, laughing right along with me as I heard the telltale signs of my brother’s footsteps trudging down the hall.

“Wanna get out of here?” I asked, breathless.

I could still feel her heart beating wildly between us. A moment passed as we looked at each other.

Then, she said, “Race you to the door?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We barely made it over the threshold before clothes began to litter the floor.

I wasn’t even sure we’d said good-bye to anyone at the cookout. We’d just bolted out of Marin’s studio and gotten the hell out of there.

Whatever. I’ll apologize tomorrow.

Right now, I only had one goal, and it was getting the man in front of me naked. So far, I was about fifty percent there. I’d yanked off his shirt after we both kicked off our shoes in the living room. Zander though was beating me as my dress flew over my head, leaving me in just a bra and the panties, which were still soaked from before.

His eyes raked over me with a look of pure masculine appreciation. “I’ve wanted to strip you bare since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he told me.

“No one’s stopping you.”

I hadn’t planned on sleeping with Zander today. But I hadn’t planned on not sleeping with him either. Sex wasn’t something I ever abstained from. If I was with someone and it felt right, I went for it.

With Zander, it felt more than right.

It felt real.

“All in good time.” He grinned, bending down to capture my lips.

His kiss was scorching, demanding, and all-consuming. He kissed me like he owned me, and part of me wondered if he just might in that moment.

His hand snaked around my waist, and he slowly dragged us to the couch, his mouth never leaving mine until the back of his legs hit the cushion and he fell back.

A laugh escaped from my lungs as I watched him stumble, but he quickly recovered and reached out to pull me on top of him. I fell into his lap with my legs straddling him. The smile on his face nearly took my breath away, and I couldn’t help but kiss those damn dimples on his cheeks.

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