Page 115 of Brooklynaire
I fetch two more glasses from the cabinet because I want Bec to be able to see how much tequila she’s drinking. Because I can’t stop myself from worrying about the woman Ilove.
I do love her. I can admit thatnow.
She pours a shot into each glass and hands me one. “I’m sorry,” she says, meeting my eyes. “You wantedmebeside you and I said no. It’s just that I didn’t really believe it. I thought you’d want another Juliet or Alex. Someone who’s more…” She frowns. “More thanme.”
“There isnobodymore than you. Nobody funnier. Nobody with a better attitude. Nobody more loyal. Nobody sexier. That’s for damn sure.” I clink my glass against hers and then drink the tequiladown.
She doesn’t drink hers. She just stares atme.
“What?”
“I love you, too,” she says, and my heart skips an entire beat. Becca tosses back her shot. It makes her eyes water, so she grabs a lime wedge and sucks on it, her pretty eyes regarding me as her lips purse. “I’m about to get insta-drunk, so please note that I said that while I was stillsober.”
I’m still reeling, but I laugh immediately. “Insta-drunk?”
“Yup. I’m allowed to drink again. But my tolerance isgone.”
“Then get over here and kiss me before the tequila hits your motorskills.”
Becca launches herself into my lap so quickly that I almost lose my balance. But I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight. She gives me a limey kiss, and I smile against herlips.
“I’m sorry,” she says between kisses. “I’m sorry I yelled. Sorry I got all crazy about the medicalbills.”
She had a good point about those, though, that I really should have talked to her about it first. I’ll say so later, but right now I’m too busy licking into her mouth and showing her how much I’ve missedher.
Becca returns the sentiment with bottomless kisses, her body pressed tightly tomine.
My hands coast down the knit fabric of her purple game-night dress. “Mmm,” I mumble against her lips. Time for make-up sex right here on the sofa. I lift her dress and cup her ass. It’s June, so she’s not wearing stockings. I fucking love summertime. My palm meets only lacy panties andskin.
Becca moans, her fingers sifting through myhair.
“Unzip me,” Idemand.
Her fingers find my fly, and I suck gently on her neck while she works to free my cock. Swear to God I’m going to have leisurely sex with this woman someday. But it never seems like the right time to go slow. Sex with Rebecca is usually fast and frantic and I think we both like it thatway.
Smooth fingers dip into my boxers and strokeme.
“Fuck, yeah.” I slip a finger under the gusset of her panties and groan. She’s so soft. And as I tease her, my fingers are quickly slicked withwetness.
Fast and frantic it is,then.
“Lose the panties,” I order, giving them atug.
She straightens up only long enough to help me get them offher.
“That’s my girl,” I pant. I yank my pants down a few crucial inches, and my cock salutes her like a soldier reporting forduty.
Becca reaches for the buttons on my shirt, but I’m all out of patience. I pull her onto my body, and she ends up kneeling over me, one smooth knee at either side. So I take my cock in hand, line myself up, and then pull her down, impalingher.
“Oh,” she whimpers. “Yesssss.”
I shut her up with a kiss that’s all tongue and ambition. Pushing up her dress, I find a lacy bra beneath, and it makes me groan. So I toss the dress aside and drink her in. “You are fucking perfect,” I say, my hips rocking, my hands wandering. “And so sexy I want to lose mymind.”
“Lose it, then,” she says, her voice thickened with desire. She puts her hands on my shoulders and begins tomove.
And it’sperfect.
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