“I’m hanging on by my fucking fingernails, Remi. I can’t not be inside you for much longer.” His confession reignited the fire between her legs. Her core pulsed greedily around the empty space inside her.

“Then put us both out of our misery,” she begged.

“First, you’re gonna show me how wet you still are for me. Then I’m going to taste you because I’ve been dying to know your flavor for as long as I can remember.”

She swallowed hard. “And then?” she squeaked.

“And then I’m going to sink my cock into you and make you mine.”

With that, he sat back on his knees, naked and fucking glorious.

“If you get up from this mattress without what we’re both dying for, I will chop your big, beautiful body up into pieces and feed you to the goddamn fish,” she threatened.

He gripped her jaw in one hand. “Baby, I’m the only one who gets to make threats in bed.”

She was perfectly fine with that. She bit his thumb and nearly came when she saw his cock jerk between the stone monuments of his massive thighs.

“The only reason one of us is getting off this mattress is to rehydrate,” he promised. “And if you don’t behave yourself, I’ll roll you over and make sure you think of me every time you sit down tomorrow.”

She was also good with that. Very, very good.

“Now, show me how wide you can spread for me.”

For once in her life, Remi wanted to obey. She let her knees fall open and reveled in the rumble in his chest when he stared down at her.

“So fucking wet. Do you like being my plaything?”

Brick Callan was dirty-talking her. She was light-headed with the fantasy come to life.

“Yes,” she confessed, her voice shaking.

“Good girl.”

It made her feel treasured and tortured. But there wasn’t time to worry about which one was more important, because Brick was sliding her underwear down her thighs again. Only this time, he took them all the way off.

He swore under his breath, eyes looking possessed, and then he was slipping his palms under her behind and lifting her up.

The first swipe of his tongue elicited a near scream from her and a pained groan from him. This was happening. The object of her fantasies was…God…fucking her with his tongue. She was raw and sensitive already, and the stiff thrusts of his tongue into her opening followed by long licks against her seam had her fingernails digging into his biceps.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pausing his assault to bite her inner thigh. “I need more time. I need more time with you,” he demanded.

“Yes. Okay,” she whispered back as her core turned to lava.

“Look at me, Remi,” he ordered.

With heroic effort, she managed to pry her eyelids open. He looked like a debauched devil between her legs. His beard rubbing at her inner thighs as his tongue darted out to tease her greedy clitoris.