With my other hand, I reach up to play with her nipples.

Then I give her back my tongue on her clit, big, slow, circles. Not too much contact, but lots of pressure and heat.

“Oh, God, Brody,” she says. “Holy fuck, that’s—”

I’ve made her curse.

“—so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

And I’ve made her say don’t stop.

She’s lifting her hips to my mouth now, quick and eager. She’s close.

I lighten up, keeping her there. Holding her at that edge for as long as I can. Until she says, “Brody, please.”

Then I suck her clit and take her over the edge, so she’s moaning my name, clenching on my fingers, and slicking my tongue.

I am never going to get enough of this. Of her.

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Rachel

He makes a small noise of satisfaction.

I can’t even do that. I just lie there, limp to my toes.

Wanting him.

Even with his fingers (still) inside me, coming that hard makes me hungry for more.

“You know what I really want?”

“What do you really want, baby?” He slides his fingers out—leaving me even more empty—and swipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

“I want you inside me.”

The flush on Brody’s face deepens. “I want that, too.”

He yanks his shirt over his head and kicks his way out of his pants and boxer briefs.

Brody Wilder stark naked is a national treasure. He’s such a feast, I can’t figure out where I want to look—at his golden, inked pecs, the line of dark-gold hair bisecting his eight pack, or the proud jut of his cock at the V of muscle in his hips.

What did I do to deserve this prize?

“Admiring the merch?” he teases, flexing a bit.

“Nah,” I tease back, and he rolls his eyes and crawls up the bed over me, bracing himself on his arms. Which only creates an even better biceps-and-pecs scenario for ogling. Brody’s built enough that he has those distinct swells of muscle—the cap of shoulder, the swell of mid-bicep, that gorgeous cut between biceps and triceps.

So. Lickable.

“Eyes up here, pretty girl,” he teases, lowering himself onto me. And oh, my God, it feels good, all that warm skin against skin. I wrap my arms around him and rub myself all over him, and he groans and holds me tight, dropping kisses along my jawline until he finds my mouth. And then we’re kissing so hard and so deep. Not like any other kisses we’ve shared. They’ve all been good, but this kiss says, I need you. Now.

And maybe forever.