Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“We’re not talking about it, Sunset.”
“I thought you said we can talk about anything. Best friends talk about their sexual exploits, you know. C’mon.” I gave him a little shove. “I have my very own Don Juan to turn to for advice. Don’t get all shy on me.”
His eyes narrowed again as he offered bluntly, “I usually go down on them before we have sex.”
Do not blush, do not blush, do not blush. Unfortunately, the image of Brodan’s head between my legs caused a deep tug low in my belly, and my skin flushed accordingly. I saw him studying my reaction with a smugness that made me push through my embarrassment and arousal. “Do you … do you like doing that?”
Brodan’s breath hitched at my question, and his chin tilted stubbornly. “Aye. Not all girls like it, though. One girl didn’t want me down there with my mouth. So I got her off by rubbing her clit.”
His deliberate crudeness wasn’t pushing me away from the subject but rather spurring on my curiosity—and turning me the feck on, awakening the desire to have him take care of the tension I could never seem to get rid of. I squeezed my thighs together against the pulsing sensation between my legs, and Brodan’s gaze dropped to the movement. His nostrils flared, and there was the flush on the crests of his cheeks.
Was Brodan … turned on?
Hope and recklessness clashed within me, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Show me.”
Brodan glowered, but there was heat in his eyes.
“Show me,” I repeated.
Surely if he didn’t want to, he’d have immediately protested?
Instead, he was breathing hard, and his hands clenched into fists. Before I could pull myself out of the moment, before I could lose my courage, I took hold of one of his hands and waited for him to resist.
Brodan visibly swallowed, but didn’t pull away.
Not when I slowly rested it against my inner thigh.
In fact, his fist uncurled, and his hand flattened, his fingers tickling the sensitive skin there. I let out a little gasp, and the muscle in his jaw ticked as I slid his hand under my dress. The throbbing between my legs intensified.
“Show me,” I whispered and spread my legs.
Brodan inhaled sharply, and he gripped my thigh hard. “Fuck … Roe.” His eyes flew up to meet mine. “If I do this … it changes nothing. I’m just …” He licked his lips almost nervously. “I’m just showing you what it should be like, right? It changes nothing between us. Our friendship means too much. Promise.”
My hormones, unfortunately, were totally in control of that moment. Because I thought, as I laid there with the possibility of Brodan Adair touching me intimately, that it would be enough. That if it was all I could have from him, I’d take it. “I promise.”
He shuddered and then this fierceness took over his expression as he suddenly straddled me. Looming above, his shoulders so broad, his body so big, I’d never felt the differences between us more. I’d never felt more fragile and feminine.
A glance down his body revealed he was not unaffected.
His hard-on was clearly visible through his sweatpants.
My breasts swelled at the knowledge he really wanted me, and my nipples hardened. Brodan noted this as I wasn’t wearing a bra with this dress, and his grip on my thigh tightened.
Then his fingers slipped beneath my underwear, and his thumb found my clit.
“Brodan,” I gasped, my hips arching into his touch.
He braced his free hand at the side of my head and leaned over me, his eyes holding mine as he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs. I reached for him, needing something to hold on to, my fingers gripping his back, drawing him closer. Our breaths met, our faces so close as he played me.
And then he pushed his fingers inside me at the same time, and shivers cascaded down my spine. “Brodan.”
“Roe,” he panted against my lips. “Roe. So tight. Fuck. Roe.”
In some part of my brain, I couldn’t believe this was happening, but forefront of any thought was chasing the sensations rioting through me. At every thrust of his fingers, I arched my hips, riding his touch. The tension inside me grew tauter and tauter with each thrust, my heartbeat rushing and pounding in my ears.
Then suddenly my body locked, and Brodan slammed his mouth down over mine a second before that tension shattered into a million glorious pieces. My inner muscles tightened so hard around his fingers, it drew him further inside me, and Brodan grunted against my mouth. His kiss was suddenly ferocious. His fingers pulled out of me and then his hand was on my breast, squeezing and shaping it as he ground his hips between my legs. He nudged his arousal into me, and I could only hold on to him as he kissed me with a thrilling sexual hunger.