“I touch you because I want to touch you. Because I enjoy touching you. Very much.” He kept moving toward me. “Because—”
“Because you missed touching me?” I finished hesitantly. I should have stepped away from him. Stopped him. All I had to do was say no, and he would leave me alone. I just needed to say it.
“Do you know what else I want to do? What else I enjoyed doing? Very much?” His eyes darkened as his hands circled my waist. My hem lifted, and his calloused thumb caressed my bare skin.
Shivering, I lifted my face toward him. “What’s that?”
“Kiss me, and I’ll show you.”
It was an invitation. A challenge. For him or for me, I didn’t even know, and I didn’t care.
Was it really such a terrible idea to enjoy each other physically while we played at being man and wife? Maybe it would help with our act. Maybe it would help put the past in the past.
Screw it. I was just justifying.
And I didn’t care.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted up on my toes, knocked off his hat, and pressed my lips to his.
“Finally,” he moaned as he picked me up. His mouth devoured mine as he kicked the bedroom door closed with his foot and walked me over to the bed. We bounced as we fell, and I wasted no time. Grabbing at his t-shirt, I pulled it over his head and reveled in the warm muscles that rippled under my touch. God, he’d always had an amazing body, and his time on the ranch had only improved it.
Desire licked at my skin as his lips moved down my throat and over my chest. Arching my back, I ran my hands through his hair as he slid my tank top up and over my bra. Before I finished getting the top over my head, he’d already undone my bra and was tugging it over my arms.
“Some things haven’t changed,” I gasped as the cool air touched my nipples. He chuckled as he caressed and pinched at them.
“I’m hoping that if I get you naked fast enough, you won’t disappear on me,” Brendan admitted as he slid his tongue down my abdomen to my jeans.
“I’m not going anywhere as long as you promise to fuck me hard and fast,” I moaned as I lifted my hips. What the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t talked like that in a long time, but I was crazed. I needed him inside of me more than I needed to breathe.
He unsnapped my jeans, and as he tugged them over my hips, he dug his fingers into my skin. “That won’t be a problem. God, I’ve missed this, Jillian. The way you moved under me. The way you moaned.” Pulling the jeans off, he spread my legs and stared at me with a dangerous glint in his eye. “The way you tasted.”
“Please. Please,” I whispered as I squirmed under his examination.
“Simple white cotton. I didn’t think I’d ever live to see the day you’d wear something like that, and yet it’s strangely hot,” he muttered as he tugged my panties down my legs.
Hell, I’d wear cotton every day if it turned him on. Leaning back over me, he kissed me long and deep. “I’ve dreamed of this every night that you’ve been here, Jillian. Fantasies of having you in this bed. Memories.” As he slid his finger over my lips, I quickly took it in my mouth and wet it with my tongue.
Groaning, he pulled back and stroked his wet finger between my legs. The closer he got to my most sensitive part, the crazier I felt.
“Like the time you took me on a midnight picnic and fucked me in the middle of the woods,” I gasped as I tried to wiggle my hips so he was touching me in the right place. His finger danced away, and I groaned in frustration.
“More like that vacation we took to Vegas right after graduation.” He grinned wickedly, and I knew just the memory that he was recalling. We were on the balcony of our hotel room, and he’d slipped his hands down my skirt and cupped me between my legs and…
Suddenly, his lips were on me, and I knew nothing else but the pleasure of his tongue. With a cry, I surrendered to the magic of his talents. He teased and probed and then he attacked until I could barely breathe. I was wound up so tight that I nearly lifted right off the bed when the orgasm exploded inside me. I didn’t even realize how loud I was being until he quickly slid up my body and pressed his mouth to mine.
I could still taste me on his lips, and all it did was stroke the dying embers inside me. Wrapping my legs around him, I rubbed myself against the hardness pressing inside his jeans. The rough fabric against my wetness was driving me insane.