Page 22 of Brick (Chosen Few #5)

Her full lips called to him. And for the life of him, he couldn’t think of a single reason why he shouldn’t touch her. Why he shouldn’t make her his once again. Because goddammit, she’d been his from that single night in Fargo.

She swayed in his hold, leaning the tiniest bit forward. The warm, fragrant scent of pineapple hit him, and he wanted to drown in her aroma.

“True.” He threaded his fingers into her hair, savoring the feel of the silky strands. The desire kindling inside him turned to a fucking inferno. “But this is different.” He lowered his mouth to hers.

The feel of her warm, supple flesh made pleasure rush over his muscles. His cock grew hard—hell, it’d been hard since she came downstairs—and need fissured his core. She swept her hands up his abdomen and over his chest before hooking one around the back of his neck to hold him in place.

She parted her lips, and he took that as access granted. He swept his tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth. Her chest pressed against his midsection, and her firm, perfect breasts tempted him to strip her naked.

He remembered every curve of her body, the way her legs had wrapped around his waist, the two dimples above her ass. Goddamn, he wanted her.

Even more now than he had in Fargo, if that was possible.

She plucked at the hem of his shirt, and he lost any resolve he’d had left. Pulling back slightly, he snagged a handful of material from between his shoulder blades and peeled the shirt over his head.

Natalie let out a moan of delight. “My god,” she breathed, her palms roaming his abs. “Your body is incredible.”

He clenched beneath her touch, her teasing fingers sending shivers over his skin. Her compliment only turned him on more. Made him want to lick and suck every inch of her until she came on his tongue and his cock.

He carefully slipped his palms beneath her shirt, remembering the bruise. “Your turn,” he murmured.

Without a word, she eased the black crewneck off. Her breasts were bare before him, full with tight pink nipples. He brought one hand to the base of her spine and pulled her body against his. The connection of their cores sent a shockwave through his brain.

This was it. This was what he’d been looking for.

What he’d always wanted.

Natalie.

***

Hunger, sharp and blinding, stole her breath and messed with her mind. All she could smell, breathe, and feel was Brick. He brought his mouth to her neck then kissed and sucked his way down to her breast. The feel of his hot, slick tongue over the sensitive nub made her cry out.

He pulled the greedy flesh into his mouth and stroked.

“Brick,” she purred.

Heat channeled up and down her thighs, making wetness gather in her panties. As if sensing her dampness, he dragged his knuckles over her belly and beneath the waistband of her pants.

Her toes curled as he delved inside her underwear, touching her folds. “Goddamn,” he murmured against her mouth.

A breath shuddered from her as his fingertips gently explored her folds. She clutched his smooth, toned waist. The feel of his hard muscles made her even wetter. She wanted him on top of her. She tugged at his belt buckle.

He caught her wrist sharply, stopping her. “Can’t start that yet, honey.” The low, heavy growl of his words made her melt against him.

She kissed his pec, then reached for his jaw. “You started it,” she countered, grinding her pelvis into his palm.

His mouth caught hers, and he let loose a fierce groan, plunging a finger deep inside her. She stifled a cry. Pleasure fluttered her senses and her belly tightened.

“I want you,” she whispered next to his mouth.

“You have me right here.” He kissed her. One hand firmly held the small of her back, the other moved expertly in and out between her legs. A moan fell from her lips. Her pleasure built, and her walls clenched his finger. As much as she wanted release, she wanted all of him.

“Not that,” she said breathlessly. “I want this.” She slid her open hand over the package at the front of his jeans. His hard length pushed against the stiff material.

The hand on her back flexed. “The guys will be here soon.” Irritation clipped his voice. “We’ll pick up later.” With that, he pressed another digit inside her.

“Ohh god.” She arched her back as the thickness of his fingers spread her almost too wide. But the sharp invasion felt so good. Her body eased open, welcoming more as he thrust in and out.

He brought his lips to her neck, kissing and tasting. The hand at her spine slid to her side. He cradled her back with his forearm, supporting some of her weight.

And it was a damn good thing, because a wave of desire made her knees tremble. His thumb touched her clit and she bucked in his arms. An orgasm rushed forth, making her bury her face in the crook of his neck and hold on for dear life.

He continued to massage, gently stroking her flesh until her gasping subsided. His mouth found hers, and his rough stubble scraped against her sore lip as he kissed her.

A gentle knock at the door sounded.

She jumped, but Brick didn’t flinch. “Just the guys.”

Heat slammed against her cheeks. The front door was down a long hallway and far out of sight. Nonetheless, she scrambled to get dressed. Only Brick wasn’t in a hurry to let her go. She kept her breasts flat against his abdomen as if to shield herself from invisible eyes. “We should let them in.”

Brick eased his hand from her pants, and she gasped as his slippery palm grazed her. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean.

A lump formed in her throat. Okay, that’s hot as freaking hell.

He reached for her shirt. “We’re finishing this later.”

Another rap echoed down the hallway, this one a little louder.

“We should get that before they wake Bray.” She jerked her sweater over her head and straightened her pants as she crossed the living room.

Brick caught her elbow and swung her back toward the couch. “Wait here. Just in case.” He pulled on his T-shirt, then removed a gun from his waistband. She’d forgotten he kept one there. He made his way down the hall.

Natalie pressed both palms to her chest and sank onto the couch. Her calves trembled, and she gulped down a breath of air. Her lady bits still throbbed and ached with need, and her damp panties reminded her of his warm fingers.

He’d kissed and touched her with urgency. Intention. Sparks had flown the minute they met. Three and a half years and a shitload of drama later, fire still raged between them.

But Bray needed his father. Not for her to get laid.

She couldn’t screw this up.