wasn’t convinced. “Okay. Maybe another night then.”
But he didn’t move. Instead he put his hand back on her bent leg, the slight spread of her thighs an invitation he couldn’t resist, and moved even higher than he had before, sliding his fingers inside the hem of her little shorts. She didn’t push him away.
The thought of how close his fingers were to her center made his dick twitch. All he had to do was move another inch and he’d be able to feel if she was wet or not. Just do it. Eyes locked on hers, he moved his hand even farther, rubbing the back of his two fingers against her bikini bottoms. And damn, they were soaked right through.
Bryn’s eyes closed for a moment, jaw clenching, and she took a deep breath. Her hand squeezed his. She was holding back. She did want him after all.
Eli leaned in and kissed her neck, lips moving upward toward her ear. “Let’s go check on the kids.”
All she managed was a murmured “Mmm-hmm” as she stood and kept his hand in hers. She led him to the den, an animated movie still playing on the flat screen, but every last set of little eyes were closed.
He brushed his lips across her neck. “See, they’re all down for the count.”
Bryn broke away from him. Shit. What excuse would she come up with now? She walked to the TV and picked up the remote, the screen going black. And when she turned back to him, her eyes held something different. Something naughty.
“Come on,” she said, and grabbed his hand once again, leading him to her bedroom.
Closing the door behind them, she locked it, then pulled her shirt over her head. She was still in her black bikini—the one he’d so badly wanted to rip off her all day. He stepped to her, but knew he had to control himself. This was not the time to go crazy. Instead of yanking the fabric from her skin like he so wanted to, he pushed aside one cup, covering her nipple with his mouth. And this time she let the moan escape her lips. Let go, baby. Let me pleasure you.
CHAPTER Eight
B RYN LET her head roll back, enjoying the fabulous things Eli was doing to her breasts. That man sure knew how to work a nipple. She untied her bathing suit top and let it fall to the floor, giving him easier access. So nice. But she was ready for more. She reached for the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head. She could finally touch all that gorgeous skin she’d drooled over all day.
Funny how the day had started. She was determined to stay friends, but Eli had never looked sexier to her, playing with her kids. Hot bod, sweet as pie, great dad—the total package. So why was she holding back? Because of a stupid penis issue? He sure wasn’t acting like the insecure man from the other night.
She’d let him kiss her and it felt nice. When he’d touched her, the heat radiated through the thin fabric of her bathing suit and a jolt of electricity shot straight to her clit. This ma’am was gonna get laid!
So what if he was small. There were ways around it, right? Right? She hoped so.
Bryn pushed her shorts and bikini bottoms to the floor. She was completely naked, something she hadn’t achieved either of the previous times they’d been together.
He stepped back, examining her head to toe. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Warmth flushed across her cheeks. He stepped to her again, his arms winding around her tightly, his soft kisses replaced with hard urgency. And oh, something else hard pressed into her stomach. Bryn nudged him toward the bed, the two of them falling onto it. She pulled herself from his lips to kiss his neck, a path to his earlobe. As she sucked it into her mouth, Eli groaned and tightened his grip on her.
But before she could tease him any longer, he’d flipped her onto her back, his lips traveling south. She wanted to protest, but the words evaporated the second his tongue touched her clit. Holy heaven!
But it was the only time he hit that magical spot. All she felt was a big sloppy tongue lapping at
But he didn’t move. Instead he put his hand back on her bent leg, the slight spread of her thighs an invitation he couldn’t resist, and moved even higher than he had before, sliding his fingers inside the hem of her little shorts. She didn’t push him away.
The thought of how close his fingers were to her center made his dick twitch. All he had to do was move another inch and he’d be able to feel if she was wet or not. Just do it. Eyes locked on hers, he moved his hand even farther, rubbing the back of his two fingers against her bikini bottoms. And damn, they were soaked right through.
Bryn’s eyes closed for a moment, jaw clenching, and she took a deep breath. Her hand squeezed his. She was holding back. She did want him after all.
Eli leaned in and kissed her neck, lips moving upward toward her ear. “Let’s go check on the kids.”
All she managed was a murmured “Mmm-hmm” as she stood and kept his hand in hers. She led him to the den, an animated movie still playing on the flat screen, but every last set of little eyes were closed.
He brushed his lips across her neck. “See, they’re all down for the count.”
Bryn broke away from him. Shit. What excuse would she come up with now? She walked to the TV and picked up the remote, the screen going black. And when she turned back to him, her eyes held something different. Something naughty.
“Come on,” she said, and grabbed his hand once again, leading him to her bedroom.
Closing the door behind them, she locked it, then pulled her shirt over her head. She was still in her black bikini—the one he’d so badly wanted to rip off her all day. He stepped to her, but knew he had to control himself. This was not the time to go crazy. Instead of yanking the fabric from her skin like he so wanted to, he pushed aside one cup, covering her nipple with his mouth. And this time she let the moan escape her lips. Let go, baby. Let me pleasure you.
CHAPTER Eight
B RYN LET her head roll back, enjoying the fabulous things Eli was doing to her breasts. That man sure knew how to work a nipple. She untied her bathing suit top and let it fall to the floor, giving him easier access. So nice. But she was ready for more. She reached for the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head. She could finally touch all that gorgeous skin she’d drooled over all day.
Funny how the day had started. She was determined to stay friends, but Eli had never looked sexier to her, playing with her kids. Hot bod, sweet as pie, great dad—the total package. So why was she holding back? Because of a stupid penis issue? He sure wasn’t acting like the insecure man from the other night.
She’d let him kiss her and it felt nice. When he’d touched her, the heat radiated through the thin fabric of her bathing suit and a jolt of electricity shot straight to her clit. This ma’am was gonna get laid!
So what if he was small. There were ways around it, right? Right? She hoped so.
Bryn pushed her shorts and bikini bottoms to the floor. She was completely naked, something she hadn’t achieved either of the previous times they’d been together.
He stepped back, examining her head to toe. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Warmth flushed across her cheeks. He stepped to her again, his arms winding around her tightly, his soft kisses replaced with hard urgency. And oh, something else hard pressed into her stomach. Bryn nudged him toward the bed, the two of them falling onto it. She pulled herself from his lips to kiss his neck, a path to his earlobe. As she sucked it into her mouth, Eli groaned and tightened his grip on her.
But before she could tease him any longer, he’d flipped her onto her back, his lips traveling south. She wanted to protest, but the words evaporated the second his tongue touched her clit. Holy heaven!
But it was the only time he hit that magical spot. All she felt was a big sloppy tongue lapping at
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