Page 43 of Beach B!tch
"Ah shit, the table! Brin, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? Make you uncomfortable?" I rubbed my forehead, worry clouding my thoughts.
From the look on her face, she knew exactly what I was talking about. "Um, you were there too, right? Did I look uncomfortable or mad about you throwing me down on the table and pleasuring the hell out of me without expecting anything in return?"
Her cheeks were pink but her eyes held the heat that told me she was turned on by what happened, not freaked out.
"Maybe we should lay some ground rules here. Like, what's okay to do and how far you want to go. I'd hate to lose control and push you too far." I'd never found myself in this position before and Brin meant everything to me. I didn't want to screw this up.
"I don't know...I don't want to get too clinical about it. How about we just do the other three things on my list and work our way up to the whole enchilada?" Goddamn, she was cute when she was nervous. She was full-on blushing by this point and looked like she was ready to make a run for it out of the room.
"Did you just refer to making love to me as Mexican food?" I teased her.
"Dean! You know what I mean," she whined. She tried to push me again, but I grabbed her arms and pulled her into me instead. When the pout wouldn't leave her face, I kissed it away, dotting her face with my lips, nipping at her ears with my teeth.
I pulled back only far enough to see that the pout had transformed into a look of bliss, eyes closed, lips turned up in a secret smile. "How about for each of the things on your list, when we accomplish them, we'll celebrate by trying out some variation of item number four?" I whispered to her.
Her eyes popped open, and she smiled full-out at me. The room disappeared and I couldn't remember what we were talking about. I would do anything to keep seeing that smile on her face. I didn't think she used it that often in the first part of her life and I was now making it my job to make sure she had reason for it to make a regular appearance. That smile held a dangerous power to bring me to my knees and make me promise her the world. And even knowing that, I wanted to see it just so I could bask in it. If I wasn't careful, I'd start writing poems about that smile and wouldn't be able to show my face at Headquarters for fear of the guys never letting me hear the end of it.
"Dean? Did you hear me?" The smile was fading and Brin was looking at me with concern.
"Sorry, what?" I needed to focus.
"I said I have time tomorrow to cross number one off the list. Do you?" She looked at me with such hope, I was thankful I had the next two days off.
"Yeah, actually I have two days off so we could get at least one and two done."
She bounced up and down again on the couch, reminding me of those little dogs that jump up over and over again trying to get up on the couch. It was freaking adorable though I'd never tell her I compared her to dogs. I didn't think that would go over well, even if I explained it thoroughly.
"Yay!! Lots of fun things. And lots of 'celebrating'," she dropped that last part to a whisper and winked at me. I couldn't help but laugh. After seeing her serious side for so long, I was enjoying seeing her come alive and enjoy life.
Especially when she was flirting with me.
"You are adorable, you know that?" I kissed her forehead and then set her away from me before I was tempted to celebrate right now. "But it's getting late and we have some paddle boarding to do tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep. Should I sleep here on the couch tonight or on the floor or what?"
"Well...." Brin's face was all twisted up, and she wasn't looking at me. "I was kinda hoping you could sleep with me...?"
"Like, in your bed?" Every part of my body got hopeful, even though I knew the extent of what she was offering.
"Yeah. I guess I would just feel better having you with me. But I also don't want to push you or be a tease or anything, so..." she trailed off, looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Sweetheart. Don't be shy around me. I want to know what you're thinking and feeling. And sleeping with you, in your bed, sounds perfect." What it actually sounded like was a form of sweet torture, but for Brinley, I'd do it.
My only problem was that I'd had a taste of her. I'd felt her thighs closing around my head. Her breathy moans as she lost herself to the pleasure that only I had provided her with. I'd felt her clenching around my fingers as she'd groaned my name.
And now my body was on high alert, thinking the same hot scene was going to happen again.
Brinley had turned and was walking toward her bedroom, short shorts barely covering her ass. Jesus, this was going to be a long night. I followed at a distance, trying to get rid of the massive erection tenting my shorts, thinking of my late grandmother. Trauma scenes from work. Shark bites. The people who smear shit on the walls of the public bathrooms at the beach. I mean, who even does that?? And how does that happen?
I dumped my bag right inside her bedroom door and darted to her bathroom, wanting the shower first, even if I was being a rude guest. Cold water was needed, STAT. Once I'd succeeded in getting the beast to lie down, I toweled off and changed into long workout shorts, no shirt. I usually slept with very little on, but I figured I could use the armor to remind myself to keep it under control. I came out of the bathroom and bumped right into Brinley, who must have been standing right on the other side of the bathroom door.
