I giggled and pressed farther into his body, only then realizing that he’d been hiding something from me.
His steel hard erection.
He tried to move away when I felt it, but I followed him, moving so fast that I ended up on top of him and him underneath me.
There was no mistaking his erection then, seeing as it was pinned between us.
I sat up, feeling the blanket that’d been covering us fall away, as well as my shirt fall back into place.
My nipples pebbled, and though I knew he couldn’t see them, I smiled anyway.
There was something about Bram and my hard nipples that always seemed to set him off.
He couldn’t help but stare if they were there for him to see.
His hand went to my hips but he didn’t say a word.
Again, him giving me the reins.
I took hold of them with both hands.
“Bram?” I whispered quietly, unable to stop the whisper that always came when I got embarrassed.
I had been having sex with this man for years. We both used each other equally whenever we wanted it. Why was this time any different?
“Yes?” His voice was husky and full of sleep, and God, I just wanted to…
“Fuck me,” I blurted.
Then I felt my face heat.
Because, holy shit, did I just say that out loud?
His hands convulsed on my hips, and then we were moving.
He moved quickly, ripping my shirt off faster than I could draw in a startled breath.
Then he had my panties off next, and then he was settling between my thighs.
I was so wet that he didn’t need to do any preparation—I’d been thinking about this very thing half the night.
Yet, his fingers, still gentle as hell every time he touched me, came to my pussy and swirled.
“Wet,” he growled. “So fuckin’ wet.”
“For you,” I breathed. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all night.”
“You should’ve woken me sooner,” he teased.
Then he was bringing one breast up to his mouth and suckling lightly.
My back damn near bowed off the bed.
I’m talking, full onExorcistshit.
“Eeep!” I cried out. “Lighter!”
He chuckled. “Sensitive?”