I love how she likes when I play with her ni**les. I love how hard and tiny they are, and how pink and responsive. Tweaking them until they look red and happy from my pinching, I grab her h*ps and take her again. Deep. Hard. My fingers dig into her hips, and she’s so hungry and tight, she moans my name, “Remington.”
I’m claiming her—and she’s giving it up to me with no protest. She wants to be claimed. She wants to be mine.
She is. Mine. Now.
She gasps . . . “Please, oh, god, you’re so hard, you feel so good.”
And I tell her she’s “so sweet and wet” as she grabs my bu**ocks and pulls me closer as she twists underneath me, and I can’t resist the way her pu**y starts milking me. Her orgasm tears out a soft cry from her lips, and I release a low, ragged moan, my body clenching and releasing with her.
We collapse on the bed, and she draws my arm around her body and cuddles closer, kissing my nipple. I shift her so I lie on my back and she lies straight over me, her tight tummy against mine.
I feel like a goddamn king. I’ll never get enough of you, never. . . .
She’s the first woman I’ve ever come inside of. She f**king let me. To me, that’s code for You’re definitely my man.
Yeah, I feel f**king fantastic and I still want to bathe her in me so every inch of her beautiful skin smells of Remington Fucking Tate tonight, her man.
Shifting her, I spread her small, loose body over mine, stomach to stomach, and nuzzle her ear as I run my hands down her sweet curves. “You smell of me.” I f**king like it so much, I start sniffing her neck.
“Hmmm” comes her lazy answer.
My nose brushes against her temple as I clench her juicy ass. She sounds sleepy, but I’m too wired now to rest. “What does hmmm mean?”
“You said it first,” she saucily counters, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
My gaze trails down the curve of her jaw in the darkness as I gently tell her, “It means I want to eat you. Your little biceps. Your little triceps.” I nudge her nose with mine so she tips her head back, then I kiss her sweet mouth. “Now you.”
Easing sideways, she takes my hand and spreads it over her abdomen, where I left a damp trail on her skin. “It means I’m going French this week and not showering so I can smell you on me.”
God, I swear only my woman would say that. Groaning, I shift us sideways so that we face each other, then I reach between her legs and slide my se**n up the inside of her thigh, into her pu**y. “Sticky?” I croon as I bend my head and tongue her shoulder, meanwhile penetrating my wet finger back inside her. “Do you want to wash me off you?” I gently prod.
Brooke wiggles almost unnoticeably, but not so unnoticeably that I don’t see she wants to get closer to me, my lips, my body, and my fingers. I f**king love it. “No,” she breathes, parting her legs just a little bit for me. “I want you to give me more.”
What I want is for her to taste us, so I rub my wet finger across her lips and push it into her mouth.
“I wanted you since the first night I saw you,” I gruffly murmur to her, watching her suck on it.
“So did I.”
Her admission tangles all over my gut, and I shove a second damp finger into her mouth, watching her soft, gold eyes drift shut as she licks up our taste like it’s a banquet. When she moans, I’m swelling back up again.
“Do you like my taste?” I prod.
“Hmm. That’s all I want from now on.” She lightly bites my fingertips, and my c**k jumps to full length as her teeth sink into my flesh. “I’ll always want my Remy fix after dinner,” she continues. I’m getting painfully hard and the teasing glimmer in her eyes is driving me insane with lust. “And maybe before breakfast. And after lunch. And at teatime.”
I groan, I can’t take it. A man with a purpose, I slide down her parted legs and my tongue lashes out to taste her sex. She archs up in offering, and I grab her bu**ocks to lift her higher to my mouth, her taste intoxicating. Sweet, with a little kick that lands straight in my f**king balls. I’m so f**king horny and thirsty for her, I can only speak in between licks. “I . . . want to . . . come . . . on every part of your body.” I suck her taste in, pinching my eyes shut as I savor, then I rise to stroke my erection along her entry once more.
She grabs my head and rocks in a silent plea as she takes my lips with hers. “Come wherever you want, inside me, outside me, in my hand, in my mouth.”
Her fingers curl around my cock, and the touch is so unexpected, so sweet and so bold as she gently strokes me, my c**k jerks and I start coming, splashing se**n all over her arm, her wrist. She rolls me onto my back and jumps on me, impaling herself on my shaft, and I bark out in pleasure and thrust my head back as I grip her h*ps and pull her up, then ram her back down, still jetting off inside her.
Later, she shudders with a soft scream, tossing her head back as she explodes with me, then she falls, limp and unresponsive, on my chest. I spread her over me and leave my c**k inside her, panting, sliding my hands down her back, tracing her ass, the dents of her spine.
Three fingers touch my jaw, her gaze curious on my face. “Have you ever hurt someone?”
God damn I hate having to tell her this. I want to tell her I’m strong, fast, the strongest and the fastest. I don’t want to tell her I’m a f**kup. Dangerous. Volatile. Yeah, I’m a mess. But I’ve never been a liar. “I hurt everything I touch. I destroy things! That’s the only thing I’m good at. I’ve found whores in my bed I can’t remember bringing back with me and I’ve tossed them na**d out of my hotel room, pissed like hell because I don’t remember what I did. I’ve stolen shit, vandalized shit, woken up in places I don’t even remember getting there. . . .” I drag a breath, then sigh. “Look, since Pete and Riley alternate days off, there’s always someone to knock me out for a day or two when I get out of hand. I hit a low, and then I’m back. Nobody gets hurt.”
“But you. Nobody gets hurt but you.” With a worried crease in her forehead, she takes my hand in hers, and I can’t believe how something smaller than you can give you such a great sense of well-being. “Remy, do they have to knock you out like that?” She laces her fingers through mine, and I glance down and stare at her. At that crease on her forehead. Those gold, gold eyes, worried for me in a way that’s so new to me, it’s almost amusing. But it’s not. I want her to know I’ve got this. She’s holding my hand, and I grip her tighter so that I’m the one holding her. I will always hold us both.
“Yes,” I say emphatically. I don’t care what Pete has to do, but I need to be kept in line, now more than ever. “Especially if I want . . . this . . .” Using my hand, I signal to her, then at myself. “I want this. Very badly.” Then I nuzzle her. “I’m trying not to f**k it up, all right?”
“All right.”