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Then I told her goodnight, tore myself away from her, and quietly made my way to my bedroom.
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It was a pitch-black night. I couldn't see a thing as I laid in my bed. And yet I couldn't sleep, so I stared into the darkness, thinking. Thinking how badly I wanted Brynn, how Ineededto feel her lips against mine, howcloseshe was—just a few feet down the hallway—and yet I couldn't have her.
This could drive a man mad.
Then I heard a sound at the door.
Not a knock, but a gentle twisting of the knob.
The door cracked open, almost without a sound. It was followed by the shuffle of a body sneaking through the open doorway with the grace of a cat. Just as quietly, the door was shut.
I grinned from ear to ear as Brynn's stealthy footsteps tip-toed across the room. The mattress dimpled under her weight as she climbed into bed without making a sound.
“Shea,” she whispered as she crawled under the covers. “You awake? I can't sleep.”
“Bad girl,” I whispered. “You're not supposed to be in here.”
“Oh? That's fine, I can go,” she teased.
I heard her try to slip out of the covers and sneak away. In the dark, I managed to catch her by the arm and pulled her back into bed.
“Nice try. But you're not going anywhere.”
I climbed on top of her and kissed her. My hands went to her belly, and a hatched texture greeted my fingertips. A mesh fabric. Excitedly, I ran my hands up and down her sides, mapping out her outfit in my mind's eye—it was some sort of bodysuit.
“What's this you're wearing?” I growled in her ear.
“Something naughty. Do you like it?”
“I love it, but God, I wish I couldseeyou in it.”
Blindly, I reached out, waving my hand around for the lamp switch. But Brynn hooked my elbow and pulled me back in.
“No lights,” she whispered. “I'm not supposed to be here, remember? See with your hands.”
I grumbled—but the disappointment of not being able to see her was quickly replaced by the erotic excitement of running my hands all over her body, while she quietly sighed with pleasure.
When I cupped her tits, my breath hitched at an unexpected sensation: the points of her bare nipples, brushing against the palm of my hands. Her lingerie had peepholes, and she'd beenwaitingfor me to discover her rock-hard nips, standing erect and out in the open. Roughly, I pinched and pulled at her bare nips until they grew longer and fatter, and her moans grew deeper.
“That was a nice surprise, Brynn,” I said, snagging her earlobe between my front teeth.
“Good. I wanted to surprise you. I got so wet thinking about you.”
“You are so bad,” I whispered.
“And what do you do to a bad girl?” she flirted.
I let out a hungry snarl and yanked the bottom of her bodysuit askew. I ran my fingers over her silky folds. Brynn hadn't lied—she was sopping wet. And as I toyed with her pussy, she sank her teeth into my shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly.
I kicked off my boxers, shifted my hips, and positioned myself at her moist slit. She wrapped her arms and legs tight around my body. We locked lips. And, trying not to make a single sound, I pushed into her sweltering velvet grip.
In the dark and quiet bedroom, we made love, savoring every single inch of each other.
Chapter 38
Brynn
