Page 66 of Back in Black

A master of understatement, she murmured, “I don’t feel like me.”

“What’s different?”

How to put it so that he’d understand? “I’m not a woman who gets this . . .”Turned on.“. . . Preoccupied. Or this bold.” He only waited, still looking down at her, until Audrey felt forced to elaborate. “I’ve never been completely naked in front of a guy before.”

Slowly, his sexy mouth lifted into a wolfish smile. “Let’s start there, then, okay?” He levered away from her to unzip her jeans and drag them, with her panties, down her legs.

Audrey gulped, but said nothing. If she got naked, they could finally get going. Without thinking about it, she said, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

His gaze shot up to hers. His nostrils flared. “Woman, I’m trying for a little patience here. But when you say things like that, well, you blow my control.”

Shifting her legs, almost squirming in her hunger, Audrey said, “But I don’t want you to be patient.” And then, because she couldn’t stand it, especially with how he looked at her now, she added, “I ache, Brett.”

All humor left him. He came down beside her and took her mouth in a kiss that almost did it for her. Man, oh, man, he knew how to use that mouth of his, kissing her in a way that made her feel the sensual effects of it everywhere.

Arching into him, Audrey tried to feel all of him against her. Still kissing her, Brett pressed her onto her back again. Against her lips, he said, “Let’s take care of this ache of yours, okay?” And then his hand was there, between her legs, exploring, prodding, every touch inciting her . . .

He opened her and pushed a finger deep.

Her short nails sank into his shoulders and a groan ripped from her throat. Never had she known this kind of arousal. It defied description, and in some ways, it scared her. Feeling like this left her vulnerable to hurt.

What if Brett was only playing with her?

What if this was a one-night stand? She needed to get her fill of him while she could. She needed memories to carry her through after he left her.

And right now, she needed reassurance almost as much as she needed release. “Brett?”

He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her throat. Lifting to watch her face, he worked a second finger into her. Heat flushed her skin and left her breathless. Smiling, he lowered his head to draw on one nipple.

Like a bundle of sizzling sensation, her body felt alive and sparking everywhere.

When his thumb came up to toy with her clitoris, every pleasure amplified and concentrated until she knew she would snap. Her body bowed, a raw groan reverberated from deep inside her, and her muscles all trembled.

The climax raged through her, ebbing and intensifying until it finally, by slow degrees, faded away, leaving even her bones lax.

Brett released her and moved away, but he was back in what felt like a nanosecond. His weight settled over her as he positioned himself between her legs. Holding her face to kiss her, he pushed into her.

She’d been celibate so long; she’dneverbeen with a man like Brett. He surrounded her, covered her, slowly filled her, and she loved it.

Yes,thiswas what she wanted. Lethargy left her, replaced with rekindled lust.

While waiting for her to get with the program, he moved slowly, gently. After a shuddering breath, Audrey opened her eyes and saw the strain on his gorgeous face.

He kissed her. “You feel damn good, honey.”

Lacking the words to convey her emotions, Audrey wrapped her legs around him and squeezed him tight. Brett raised up to his elbows to maintain eye contact and accelerated his pace. As they moved in rhythm, his chest hair abraded her nipples and his warm breath quickened against her lips. Heat from their bodies mingled; his color deepened—and suddenly another climax took her. She couldn’t control the sounds she made, the way her body moved.

But it didn’t matter.

Her reaction pushed him over the edge, and he joined her with a harsh groan. Watching him come, knowing he was a part of her, nearly made Audrey cry with overwhelming sentiment.

Little by little, the maelstrom faded and Brett, still breathing hard, sank down onto her.

Her legs slipped away from him, but he didn’t move. She relished his weight as it pressed her down into the bed.

Stroking his sweat-dampened back, Audrey thought of her intimate relationships in the past. Sex had been something she’d indulged in out of curiosity and, on occasion, affection.

Before Brett, she hadn’t known this red-hot desire.

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