“Of course I believe you.”

She relaxed against him, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was a ticking time bomb about to go off.

“What was your plan?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. If he knew one thing about Remi, she would never allow the man to walk the earth consequence-free.

“My plan is to go back to Chicago and confront—”

“No.” The word came out ice-cold, casting a chill over the room.

“No?” she repeated.

“That’s never going to happen,” he said firmly, consciously loosening his grip on her. “You aren’t going near this man,” he told her. “Not ever again.”

“But—”

“No.”

“Brick,” she sighed.

He gave her a squeeze. “Remington. You shared your secret with me. Now we’ll work on a solution that doesn’t put you in harm’s way.”

“We?” she asked, looking at him with hope in her eyes.

“We,” he sighed.

“You’re not going to tell my mom are you?”

It was such a 16-year-old Remi thing to say that he lowered his forehead to hers. “I’m not making that promise.”

She started to squirm in his lap. Intending to challenge him. To argue. It had the unintended consequence of making him go stone-hard.

She moved to stand, but he stopped her, pulling her over his thighs so she straddled him. He slammed her down against his erection and held her hips still.

“Stop it,” he enunciated.

He saw the light of rebellion and lust in her eyes as her lids went heavy. Her lips parted.

There were so many things that he needed to do. So many things he needed to say. But in that moment, he had one priority. He needed to remind Remington just who she belonged to. Who she gave herself—problems, secrets, and all—to.

“Brick,” she said, more breathlessly this time.

Using her hips like handles, he dragged her over his arousal and back down.

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Are you sore?” he asked gruffly.

She shook her head even as she whispered, “Yes.”

“We should sleep,” he said, repeating the motion but adding a thrust of his hips.

“We should?”

The motion was sliding the waistband of his underwear down enough to release the head of his penis. Her whimper had him throbbing, and he couldn’t stand not being inside her a moment longer. He stripped the sweatshirt over her head and tugged those silky purple panties to the side.

When Remi’s eager fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, guiding it between her legs, his head fell back against the cushion. The kiss of her core, wet and warm, around his tip sent a fire racing through his body. He was being invited back to heaven.

“Slow.” His whisper was harsh as she tensed around him, lowering herself onto his aching dick.

So fucking tight. Remi’s channel gripped his erection in a velvet fist and squeezed. Every nerve ending was fired up. There was so much to feel. Pleasure at finally being where he’d dreamed of for so long. Pain for not being deep enough. Yet.