Page 65 of The Marriage Deal
Then he covers my mouth with his once more. He kisses me like his life depends on it. He moans like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. He devours me like I’m his last meal.
And I surrender myself to him as easily as I breathe.
The storm continues to rage around us as we fall into a world where only we exist. Briggs kisses away gentle nips and swallows my every sigh. The loose knot of my robe had no chance and has come undone. Briggs’ hand slides over silky fabric until it finds the lace hem of my camisole. There is a moment of pause before he pushes his fingers beneath the fabric to touch skin.
His fingertips are featherlight as they whisper across my stomach, and yet a swarm of butterflies flutters inside me. My belly quivers and I feel his responding smile against my lips.
“You’re so soft.” He lifts his head to watch me as he explores my stomach. The rough skin of his fingertipsagainst my skin is now my new favorite feeling. His eyes drift over my face, lingering on my kiss swollen lips. “So beautiful.”
“Briggs.”
“I love it when you say my name like that. Raspy and wanting.”
Oh, my God. Has any man ever spoken to me like this?
They’ve all been so eager to get to the end. Slow caresses and pretty words were never a part of it. Yet this man who is fake has the wherewithal to put out all the stops.
My heart aches even as it swells. It’s a terribly odd feeling. Like drowning in an inch of water.
I can’t speak and I’m not ready for this to end even if it’s not real. So, I lift my head to steal a kiss.
He doesn’t deny me, taking over quickly.
Maybe it’s the confliction in my soul, but I kiss him harder. I open to him in a way I’ve never opened to any man. I surrender all thought to the sensation ofhim.
It doesn’t take long for a yearning hunger to burn inside me. It strikes like the lightning that arcs high in the sky. Warmth spills between my legs as his thigh shifts against me. I moan, helpless against the need that propels me to shift my hips—seeking touch. Aching for relief.
His lips slide from mine to my ear, teeth a blade that never bites against my lobe as he whispers roughly, “More?”
My breath hitches. “Yes.”
His hand drifts down over the satin of my shorts to the warmth of my core. He hisses in a sharp breath between his teeth. “Fucking hell, you’re hot.”
I let my head fall back as my eyes drift closed. Sensation overrides me and I sigh, “Yes. God, Briggs, yes.”
25
THEY CALL IT MARRIAGE, BABY
BRIGGS
Her sigh of pleasure is a siren call to my soul.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a sight more beautiful than the woman beneath me, wound up in the web of need I’ve spun. She’s hypnotic.
I’m lost to the current of her, drowning in her without a single care for my own well-being. All I want is her.
I’ve never been this consumed. Never been this wrapped up in need.
“I want to touch you. Feel your skin.” The words fall far rougher than I intend between us. She whimpers as she nods, never opening her eyes.
I press a kiss to the center of her chest just below her collarbone. She shivers under the touch of my stubble, and I do it again.
She hitches in breath. I memorize the sound.
“I want to make you feel good.” My words are awhisper on her skin as I drift my lips across her collarbone. Her fingers curl in my hair and need surges beneath my flesh, molten lava in my veins.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this way before. This hunger for another person.
