Page 81 of My Ex's Brothers

“Givemea chance, Amelia,” he breathes against my lips. “Give me the chance to be the man you and Lyla deserve.”

I kiss him without question because if I don’t, I think I’ll start crying.

I kiss him hard. I slide my hands up his neck, my fingers slipping through his soft locks as his hands settle on my hips once more. He pulls me back onto the couch, his thumb stroking my cheek as we sit up. Dane kisses me slow. His tongue caresses mine and his soft groans in my mouth ignite a fire within me. Or maybe I’d just forgotten the embers were still there.

They never left.

“Oh, Dane…” I sigh. I stare at him for a moment, this man who’s always had my heart.

Who kept it safe for me.

And suddenly, nothing else matters but the feel of his mouth, his tongue, his fingertips. Our kiss turns heated, our hands tugging at one another’s clothes, and it’s a mad rush to get undressed. Ineedto feel his touch, his kiss, everywhere.

I need Dane. I think I’ve always needed him, but stupidly I thought it was Dex I needed.

“Are you sure?” he asks as his lips travel down my neck. His fingers gently stroke my breasts, my hips, until they rest on my ass.

The overwhelming desire to feel him everywhere is intense. I kiss his jaw, his neck, his chest. My hand finds his cock with ease, and I run my thumb over his slit. He’s warm and wet, and knowing it’s because of me only fuels the parts of me I thought I’d lost.

He fills my hand perfectly. I steal a glance, biting my lip as I take in the sight of him like this, before me. Naked, with all those pertinent muscles on display. His thick cock in my hand.

I grin, because he may be identical to Dex in some aspects, but there’s onebigdifference.

Now I know why Dex had to be such a smooth talker. Clearly he was overcompensating.

Dane chuckles a bit as he leans back into the cushions. “Like what you see, Amelia?” he asks curiously, a light laugh escaping him.

I can’t help but nod. “Very much,” I say.

He smiles, grabbing me by my ass and pulling me closer. Close enough that just the tip of his cock brushes against my sensitive folds. The moan that escapes me does nothing to quell my appreciation.

But he doesn’t settle me on his cock. Instead, he flips me onto my back so fast I yelp. Before I can get a word out, he’s got my legs around his neck and is driving into my heated core with his tongue.

I can’t help but think of the last time I was on this couch, with someone else’s tongue between my legs. The thought should deter me. Should make me feel bad, or remorseful.

But it doesn’t. It only makes me groan as I think about how Tripp made me come. Twice.

How close I’d been to sucking his cock.

But those thoughts disperse when I feel my orgasm start to build as Dane licks me like I am truly his favorite dessert.

“Dane…” I feel my orgasm pummeling toward me like a freight train.

“Please,” I cry. “I need more, I need…”

He pulls his mouth from me, and I whine in defeat, but soon enough he settles on top of me, dragging his cock through my slick folds.

“Tell me what you want, Amelia,” he teases me, thrusting against me but never pushing through. It’s maddening.

Who would have thought Dane Rose was such a tease?

Not me.

“Dane…please…” I buck against him, seeking his friction. I don’t miss the boyish grin on his face.

“Tell. Me,” he says, kissing me once more. I can taste myself on his tongue and it’s confusing. It’s not terrible, but also, it’s strangely hot.

He presses his tongue against mine as he continues his onslaught of torture. The sensations building inside of me are too damn much.

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