Page 546 of The Winslow Brothers

“Right now. Only this time, I’d like you to be on top again…but with the lights on so I can see every fucking beautiful inch of you while you’re riding my cock.”

“Remy!”

His eyes smirk back at me, amused by my shock. “Hey, I thought this was open sharing time. Just putting it all out there on the table, you know.”

“You don’t think this is a little too complicated?”

“Sex?” He winks. “Nah. I think I can figure it out.”

“Rem.You know what I mean.”

“Why do we have to think about it so hard, Ri? Can’t we just enjoy each other? Don’t you think we both deserve that just a little bit?”

Just enjoy each other? I stare at my fingers that are now toying with the comforter, my mind trying to understand if I should feel as excited as I’m currently feeling over that prospect. “It was good,” I admit quietly, my eyes slowly peering back up at him.

“Good? Excuse me?” Remy questions with distaste and a shake of his head. “It was great. Fucking incredible.”

“Yeah,” I say, relenting with a little giggle. “That too.”

Remy climbs across the bed then, stopping only when his chest is pressed firmly against my own. He’s on top of me, and his eyes are intense. I remember looking at them like this in high school and wondering if they had special powers. They trap you in their swirling blue graces and beg of you to let your guard down.

Without fail, for me anyway, it always seems to work.

There’s nothing like the confident stare of Remy Winslow to convince you you’re safe. Nothing.

He sinks his hands into the hair at the sides of my head, and before I know it, we’re kissing. Just like this morning. Smooth and slow and sure of ourselves. Our tongues are familiar enough with each other to hit all the right notes without any awkward bumbles, and Remy’s fingertips on my scalp are enough to lull me right into readiness.

I separate my thighs and pull them up onto his hips, squeezing and rubbing as my arousal tightens in my stomach. One of Remy’s hands leaves my hair to grab the flesh of my thigh, and amoan I’m not expecting slides up my throat and straight into his mouth.

“Ditto, babe,” he murmurs in response, the curve of his cheeks as he smiles taking my own with it.

God, this feels good.

Remy skates his other hand down the line of my body, stopping at my hip, and then in one smooth move, he rolls us over, placing me on top.

Without the cloak of darkness or inhibition-releasing tequila, I feel a tiny bit more vulnerable up here, but with the way Remy is looking at me, I know the insecurity won’t last long.

He has a way of making me feel like the only woman on the planet. Like my existence is exactly what he asked for when he put in an application for a woman. There’s not a lot of room for uncertainty when a man like Remy looks at you like that.

Soft and sure, he lifts at the hem of my nightie, sliding it up my skin with gentle pressure from his hands until my whole body is bared, my heavy breasts swaying above his face. Up and over my head, he removes the fabric entirely and tosses it to the floor beside the bed.

His smile is bright and unchecked as he surveys me, once again placing a hand on the faint tiger stripes across my stomach.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers and then reaches up to pull my head down to meet his own.

Our lips crash, and our previously soft kiss turns hungry and wanton. Both of us are more than ready—I can feel the hardpulse of his cock underneath me, and I’m practically soaking him through my lace panties.

“Remy,” I say, the desperation in my whisper plain to my own ears.

“I know,” he responds with a half-tortured laugh. “We should have lost the underwear sooner.”

I giggle—I can’t help it—but Remy, he gets down to work. Adjusting me up and off, he strips off his boxer briefs, rolls me to my back to pull off my panties, and then lifts me back on top, all in under ten seconds.

I’m breathing heavily, and I didn’t even do anything.

Remy slides on a condom. Where it came from, I don’t know. But as much as I’d love to feel him directly against me, it’s necessary. I’m in no way prepared to have unprotected sex, no matter how good I know it’d feel. I appreciate him doing the legwork to make sure we’re covered.

I shift my knees in the bed and lift myself taller, taking hold of his cock with my hand and guiding it inside myself. Remy laughs the kind of sexy laugh that could make me come on the spot. Head back, eyes half closed, his perfect teeth biting deliciously into his lip.

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