She did as she was told. A miracle in itself. Just like the one unfolding inside her. “Brick! I need…” She didn’t finish her sentence. Remi was too busy shaking against him, whimpering as earthquake tremors wracked her beautiful body. The picture she made when she let go and flew into her release was stunning. Unforgettable.

What happened inside her was magic. Her walls closed around his fingers so hard he was ravenous to feel the same on his dick. Closing and releasing. Rippling around him as her orgasm rolled on. She shook with pleasure while he watched, witnessing every wave that crashed over her. It was a privilege making Remington Ford come.

She clung to him with her free hand as she writhed against him, around him. It went on and on, and when those bottle green eyes finally opened again, they were glassy and unseeing.

He snatched her off the table and carried her, warm and pliant in his arms, to the bedroom.

There were so many ways he wanted to take her. He wanted to turn her ass pink and then sink between her legs as she came up on her tiptoes to take him. He wanted to fuck her against a wall so she had no escape from his hard thrusts. He wanted her to ride him on the couch, legs spread wide over his lap, his mouth on her breasts.

But this first time, he wanted to see everything.

“How conventional,” she teased as he lay her on the bed. “I took you for a bend a girl over the arm of a couch kind of man.”

“Give me time.”

All humor disappeared when he slid his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and shucked them off. Remi looked dazed as his erection stood tall and proud like a warrior.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he said grimly as he climbed onto the mattress between her legs, encircling her delicate ankles with his palms.

29

Naked Brick Callan, kneeling between her feet with hooded eyes and the longest, thickest, angriest hard-on she’d ever seen, was enough to take a girl’s breath away.

She’d known he’d be big. Hell, the rest of him was super-sized. But this was…impressive. And maybe just a little bit terrifying.

That first orgasm that had blazed through her, the one that rendered her weak-kneed and silent? The one that had hollowed her out?

She wanted another one from that.

She wanted him bending her over every flat surface in the cottage just so he could slap her ass until she begged for his cock. She wanted his mouth on her nipples, pulling, tugging, drinking her in, while his beard scraped her skin pink.

She wanted to be the place he found and lost himself.

“You’re doing a hell of a lot of not touching me right now,” she observed, keeping her tone light. If he had any inkling how much she wanted him to force that thick shaft inside her, he’d find a way to say no. To decide she couldn’t handle it.