Page 49 of Just Say When

I frowned down at him. “No, but I’m sure you’re about to bore me with the details.”

He laughed again, deeper this time. “I think you like this. I think you get off on fighting with me.” He slipped a finger inside me and my pussy clenched around him. “Because you keep running your mouth, but your pussy keeps getting wetter. You’re fucking soaked, hellion.”

Oh, god. He wasn’t wrong. “Stop talking,” I ground out. “You’re ruining it.”

His smug grin flashed up at me. “The only thing I’m going to ruin is this perfect pussy for other men. Grab the fence, honey.”

And before I could think of anything smart to say—and it would have been a long, long time before anything came to mind—he wrapped his hands around the back of my bare thighs and hoisted me in the air, tossed my legs over his shoulders, and wedged himself between my body and my leggings. Because apparently uptight Brax didn’t care about things like grass stains on the knees of his jeans or muddy heel marks on the back of his clean shirt.

Well, damn. I was already impressed, and he hadn’t even put his mouth on me yet.

But he was going to.

Out here. Where anyone could find us.

A breeze lifted my hair and swirled it around my shoulders. The wood fence rail bit into my shoulder blades. Suddenly it was all too real.

“Brax,” I said uncertainly.

“No,” he bit out. “Don’t…don’t tell me to stop. I’ve waited so long. Tell me yes. Just this once, say yes to me.”

I looked at the man kneeling in front of me, the man who had broken my heart and held me together, and gave him the only answer I could.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His teeth nipped the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and I nearly lost my hold on the fence. I whimpered and shifted my hips, worried that I was going to go tumbling to the ground.

“Hush,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Then he pressed his face against me, he made a sound of pure contentment, and hebreathed.

And I breathed with him.

It was like the world expanded in that moment. The jagged mountain peaks in the distance. The wide open sky above us, brilliant with sharp sunlight. The sting of cold on my cheeks and the encompassing warmth of his body. The hum of the breeze rustling the grass. I was part of all of it. Ifeltall of it.

Then he licked me, the world contracted, and all I felt was him.

His breath, his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.

My pleasure.

Because, sweet mother of all things holy, hismouth.

His goddamn mouth.

It was like I was being consumed by him. Completely devoured. Like he couldn’t get enough. His hands dug into my butt cheeks, cupping me to his hungry mouth like a chalice.

I ground against him, needing more, and then immediately pulled back, worried that I had asked for too much. But he made an encouraging, eager soundand sucked harder at my clit. Sweet heavens, the pleasure was unrelenting.

My head tipped back on a moan, my hands gripping the fence rail so tightly I could feel it start to give, and I came in wave after wave.

And it was the stupidest thing.

Because as he gently set me back down to earth on shaky legs, I swiped my cheeks with the back of my hand, and it came away wet.

I was crying.

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