Page 5 of Brick (Chosen Few #5)

She rested her palms on his hips just above his jeans. He slid one knee between hers, and need shot to her core.

“Brick,” she moaned, needing him to do something. To take away this pulsing demand between her legs.

His eyes trapped hers, brown pools of yearning and admiration. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” His fingers caressed her shoulder, then slid down her arm and back up.

Butterflies swarmed in her belly. “You don’t need to sweet-talk me. I’m already half naked.”

He chuckled. “Let’s see if we can do something about the other half.”

Her heart beat with excitement as he slid a bra strap down her shoulder. The desire warming her center turned to lava. His fingers went to the waistband of her jeans, and she let out a wanton gasp as he eased them down her legs.

***

Brick’s head pounded with need—almost as fervently as his dick.

Natasha’s wandering caress found the snap of his jeans.

He let her open it because he couldn’t stop touching her silky skin.

His palms roamed over the swell of her hips, then reached around to nestle her perfect ass cheeks.

Her fragrant pineapple scent made him want to drown in her.

He dipped his fingers into his pocket, pulled out the condom he kept there, and tucked it into the front of his boxers so he could keep his hands free until they were ready.

He stepped out of his jeans as she shoved them down.

Wearing only his black briefs, he dropped to his knees and kissed her belly button.

“Brick,” she gasped, her hands on his shoulders.

Christ, it’d been a year since he was with a woman. Before he left for his final deployment. And Jesus help him, he didn’t remember lust ever being this intense... this fucking primitive.

If he didn’t get Natasha’s beautiful legs wrapped around his waist, he was going to explode. He pushed open her knees. First things first. She needed to be thoroughly wet and ready because fuck, he was going to have a hard time slowing down.

He brought his mouth to her folds, and she sucked in a shuddering breath. Her legs wobbled next to his shoulders, and he grinned at the effect he had on her. “Never done this standing up?” he teased.

She chortled. “Never done this. Period.” Her voice was shaky, tight.

He froze, his hands holding her hips. “What?” His chest tightened as if wire were cinching his lungs.

She shook her head, her eyes heavy-lidded. She seemed annoyed with herself. “N-No. I’m not a virgin. Just...” She wet her lips. Her breath was ragged, desperate. “Just never done it like this.”

He touched her wetness with his tongue. “Never been kissed here?” he asked, wanting confirmation but hoping to hell that wasn’t the case.

She nodded.

Well, fuck. The throbbing in his dick would have to wait. He dragged his tongue leisurely over her flesh. She let out a guttural cry. He stood with fresh determination, caught her in his arms, and deposited her on the bed.

“Oh,” she said with a shriek.

He came down on the mattress and settled back between her legs, where he wanted to stay until he’d kissed her everywhere she’d ever been denied. His mouth opened on her sex, and she bucked and withered beneath his ministrations.

He stared up at her perfect oval face, slightly tipped back. Her mouth was open on a moan and her eyes were closed in bliss. “Look at me, Natasha,” he coaxed.

She started, as if the sound of her name surprised her. Something passed over her face, a tense emotion, but it evaporated when his tongue touched her again.

Locking eyes with her, he continued to lick and suck. She trembled in his grasp, and her warm wetness pooled as she came. She cried out, her moans seeming to free her.

Reaching for the stowed condom, he tore the wrapper off with his teeth and rolled the rubber over his pulsing cock.

Natasha reached for him, her arms open and her pert breasts calling for his contact. He stretched over her, bracing a fist on the mattress near her golden locks. He lowered his head and pulled one of her pink nipples into his mouth.

She grasped his shoulders and tried to pull him down, but he resisted, swirling his tongue around the hard little nub.

“Brick,” she wheezed. “I need you. Now.”

That did it.

He flattened his chest to hers and sunk his cock deep inside her tight folds. He let out a strangled groan as he filled her to the hilt. She widened her legs, and her arms wrapped around him as she welcomed every inch.

She rocked her hips and he pulsed into her.

In minutes, she was shaking again, his name on her lips, drowning in moans.

Pleasure attacked his senses. All he could feel, taste, and smell was Natasha—her skin as soft as flower petals, her taste as sweet and musky as sex, her pineapple scent surrounding him.

Her knees clutched his hips. The sound of her cries echoed in his ears, driving him to the edge faster than he was ready for. Her insides tightened around his shaft at the end of her climax, and he broke. He pumped into her, coming hard and fast.

Pleasure sucked him into oblivion. He pulled her close as he rode the final wave of ecstasy. Slowly, he returned to reality. The rapid rising and falling of Natasha’s chest beneath him reminded him he was probably too heavy.

He pulled himself up and stared down at her. Her rosy cheeks and plump lips would be etched in his mind forever. He kissed her mouth then caught her waist, rolling her to snuggle on top of him.

She lay limp on his chest, her breath tickling his neck and her fingers lazily tracing his jaw. His heart pounded as he savored this moment of wild attraction and connection before it slipped through his fingers.

Seattle... Detroit...

Too far away.

He might never get to do this with her again. The optimist inside him let his wheels turn. People did long-distance all the time. He’d make an effort to see where this thing went... if she was interested.

He stroked her long strands. He needed to get the condom off. “One sec, honey.” He kissed the top of her head and eased out from under her. In the bathroom, he peeled off the rubber over the toilet. Liquid spilled out of the damn thing. “What the—”

He dropped the contraceptive into the bowl and flushed it, then washed his hands.

Returning to the room, he didn’t cover his nakedness. Natasha’s gaze trailed over his body as though she’d just laid eyes on the only water source in the desert. He reached his boxer briefs, stepped into them, and then went to the bed.

“Can you pass me my shirt?” she asked, draping her arms over her breasts.

He plucked her arms away. “Hell no.”

She laughed, then rolled off the bed to sit on the edge and scoop up her clothes. “I, uh, enjoyed our time together.”

His heart stopped and restarted. She pulled her shirt over her head—sans bra—and bent for her panties. He caught her hand, and she dropped the pink lace to the bed.

“Where are you going?”

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted one delicate shoulder. “I...” She cleared her throat. “I figured we were done here.”

He drew back his head, her insult hitting him square between the eyes.

Her blue eyes sparked with nervousness. “It’s not that I want to leave. I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

Brick dragged a palm over his face. He barely knew this woman, but the way his heart had stopped when he thought she wanted to leave—it was a reaction he wasn’t prepared to experience at this stage of their relationship.

Hell, he couldn’t even call it that. “Listen,” he began.

“I like you, Natasha. If you’re comfortable staying with me, I’d love for you to spend the night.

No pressure, but you’re welcome, and I’d enjoy the time with you. ”

Her eyes softened, and a wide, tentative smile pulled up her lips. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good.” He threaded his fingers with hers. “And I hope you’ll want to see me again after tonight.”

Her smile turned wistful. “Stranger things have happened.” She shook out her panties, stepped into them, and stood.

He groaned at the view of her luscious ass. He grazed her cheek with his hand and she giggled. Catching her in his arms, he pulled her down beside him against the headboard. “Well,” he drawled. “What do you want to do?”

“Hmm.” She tapped one slim finger to her chin. “That tea you mentioned earlier sounds great.”

“Sure, tea it is.” He went to the little coffee bar nestled into the wall between the main room and the bathroom. He flicked on the kettle and tore open a tea bag.

“Is there anything you like to watch?” she called.

“We can rent a movie if you want.”

Minutes later, he passed her the cup of tea. “A movie?” she asked with a grin.

“Isn’t that what people do on dates? Dinner and a movie?”

Her sexy smile lit her face. “I guess you’ve got me there. This most definitely turned out to be a date.”

“I hope we can see each other again, Natasha.”

There was that haunted look again. Part of him wondered if she preferred a nickname, but there was no way to ask without prying. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and they settled on an action movie.

A couple of hours later they showered together, and he took his time sudsing every inch of her perfect body before they fell into bed all over again.

He couldn’t get enough of Natasha. In a short time, she’d consumed his every thought. Hours later, he fell asleep spooning her.

Beep , beep , beep

Brick jolted at the sound of his alarm. He was already dreading his flight knowing he’d have to leave behind the most perfect woman. With her warm little body next to him, he’d slept better than he had in years.

Stretching for her slim, sexy waist, he found only cold, empty sheets.

Panic pinched his heart. “Natasha?”