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I moaned softly, the anticipation of getting naked with this man making it impossible not to. For such a rough, grumpy guy, his touch felt delicate and soft.
“But I meant are you in a place to do that?”
“‘In a place?’”
“Are you ready, Bax?”
His eyes rose to mine, and thank God ’cause if he stared any harder at my body, I might’ve internally combusted.
“I don’t know,” he stated simply, “but I want you.”
One simple sentence, but there was so much contained within those seven words.
I thought about how to respond, but I rolled my lip beneath my teeth, and he groaned and leaned closer to kiss me. I moved onto my back and pulled him with me, and his hand finally found its way to my pussy over my leggings.
He rubbed and I gasped into his mouth.
“Ride me, Bea. It’s all I can offer, but I promise, as soon as my leg will cooperate, I’ll repay the favor and fuck you into the next week.”
Could I make any other noise besides moans? But I did it again loudly. “But what about Athena?”
“Lock the door and don’t scream.”
Gently, I pushed him away, and I rolled off the side of the bed and jumped over to lock us in his bedroom. “Please, you’ll be the one screamin’.” I lifted my sweatshirt over my head, and my hair fell and swayed down my bare back.
It didn’t escape my notice how quickly I’d abandoned my “I work for your brother” excuse, but I would analyze my lack of propriety later. Lack of loyalty? But surely Brand could see that making his brother smile was a kind of loyalty… Wasn’t it?
Bax stared at my breasts as I walked around to his side of the bed, pulling the blanket off his legs and letting it slip down to the floor. “I don’t doubt that,” he said when I climbed over him carefully and straddled his hips. Beneath his sweatpants, he was hard as stone.
Scooting lower, I moaned again when his cock made contact with the heat throbbing between my legs.
“Condom?” I asked.
He nodded to the side table. “Drawer. Foreplay?”
“Don’t need it. I’m already turned on.”
“Yeah,” he said, “so am I, which is why foreplay’s probably a good idea. It’s been a while for me.” He paused but then commanded, “Get up on your hands and knees.”
Chapter Sixteen
Bax
Bea arched an eyebrow, but she did what I’d told her to.
She hovered over me, her hot hands planted on my shoulders and her knees digging into the bed next to my hips, and I slipped my hand beneath her soft, tight-fitting leggings, my fingers gliding slowly lower over her smooth belly until I reached shaved-short pubic hair. She hadn’t worn underwear or a bra, and I had no idea why, but that fact excited me more than it probably should’ve.
My other hand wound its way through her hair, and I pulled her lower and kissed her again.
She was right; she was ready. Wet heat coated my middle finger as I slipped it inside her, and her eyes rolled closed as she rocked her body over mine slowly, riding my hand and kissing me like I couldn’t ever remember being kissed.
Her mouth was hot, too, and she tasted like possibility.
Before she’d arrived in Wisper, I hadn’t really thought about what it would mean to kiss someone again, or how soul bearing a kiss could be, but with Bea, it was intense. The kiss was deep, like she was searching inside me with her tongue for answers to questions she hadn’t yet asked, and I was just searching her. I wanted to know who she was. Why she’d grown up to be the strong, independent woman she was now.
I wanted to know why she seemed to want me, a depressed dad, a widower, a man whose life had gone completely off the rails.
Granted, two of my fingers were now buried inside her body, pumping and curling to bring her the most intimate pleasure a person could give another, so maybe that was the reason she was kissing me with everything she had.
