Page 32 of Never Say Yes To Your Brother's Best Friend

“I’m—”

I pinch his nipple, and it cuts off what he was going to say. I look up at him and find him frowning at me, but his eyes are shimmering with raw need.

“Aspen—” he groans.

I pinch it again and give it a good twist this time. “Bed. Now.”

“I don’t think you know what—”

“I know if I don’t have you inside me in the next five minutes, I’m probably going to be the one who strokes out.”

“Jesus, god, don’t say that,” he rasps.

“What? That I want you inside me?”

“We’re not doing that.”

Fuck.“Okay, I can work with that.” If I don’t…yeah, the internal combustible death thing. I’ll burn up like the tray of fries I once forgot in the oven for an hour and a half, and I didn’t know anything was wrong until I started smelling the char. They were probably legit about to combust when I finally got the smoking tray out of there, and my god, they were black little strips by that point.

I tangle my fingers in his hair—the length always surprises me—and drag his face down. I kiss him hard while I bump into him, backing him up.

I don’t know what he decides or if it’s just that he can’t take it anymore, but he finally grasps my waist and spins me around. He lifts me clean off the floor, and I do the first thing I think of, which is to climb him like he’s my new favorite tree.

We smack against the wall. I kiss him hard, brutally. Such that we both can’t breathe. He spins me and kisses me hard enough to drive my head into the wall. Well, no, not really. There isn’t a dent or anything. Just enough that it feels good. It feels like thewars he participated in are behind us, and there’s just this war between us.

A perfect war.

We battle it out, kissing and licking and fucking with our mouths all the way through the house. We bump into walls a few times, but he doesn’t ever waver. He would never drop me. He makes it to the stairs and climbs them. When he gets to the bend, I tear my mouth from his.

“When I grabbed your ass right here, did it leave marks? Are my fingerprints bruised into your skin?”

“No, they didn’t. They aren’t.”

“I could fix that,” I tease.

“Holy cantaloupe.”

His lips claim mine again, and he kisses me all the way into my room.

When we tumble to the bed, it’s so expensive that it catches us and somehow lets us sink in without making so much as a ripple or rebound. He’s all hardness above me, and he feels huge, while I feel soft and small.

I’m pretty much pinned down until Rick gets his hands under him, then his elbows. He’s got a knee between my legs, and I can’t help it. I grind against him, pressing my clit and all the aching, empty parts of me against the hardness of him, any hardness I can get.

The sounds he makes.

Oh my god, the noises.

It’s half animal, half man, raw and feral and delicious sounding.

He has his face turned so I can’t kiss him. The light from my open door paints him in the most gorgeous golden shadows. I take his earlobe between my teeth, but I’m gentle. I suckle it instead of biting down. This time, there’s a surprised gasp. I trail my tongue up, up the shell of his ear, and then down, down untilI find his neck before I suckle the sensitive skin there too. He tastes good. He smells good. I love that he’s all around me.

I need him inside me, even if that’s not an option. I need something of his inside me. His fingers. His tongue. My fingers and his together.

He still has his knee between my legs, which makes it so I can’t reach much of him. But I need to. I need to change this position. This is about both of us, not just me. I want to make Rick feel good. I want him beneath me in every way I’ve imagined. I want to be on my knees in front of him, stripping away his clothing and—

I have to wriggle out from under him before I explode.

He lets me out, rolling away.

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