Page 20 of Brazilian Fantasy
Grinning at my eagerness, he lifts me again, pulling me from the water to set me down on the top step. Big fingers grip my legs to spread them. My body is a bit chilled from the cold water, but as he moves his hands over my flesh, reacquainting himself with my body, I soak in his warmth until I’m burning up inside.
He bends forward and lightly brushes his mouth over mine, a kiss so tender and gentle my heart skips. The nerves tracking my spine tingle, and I give myself a quick lecture. Dammit, it’s too easy to forget that this is a quick, hot affair when he’s kissing me like that.
He breaks the kiss, slides down the stairs, and buries his face between my legs. His hot tongue connects with my clit, and my hips come off the steps, needing…everything. Water laps against my feet, as he surfs his fingers over my sex, parting me.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse like he’s in total freaking agony.
He’s not the only one. I touch his head, holding him to where I need him. “Please…” I beg.
I take a shaky breath as his tongue licks over my sex, and when he inserts a big, thick finger, I rock toward him and reach for my clit.
As I stroke myself, his gaze meets mine, his eyes dark with desire. My God, no man has ever looked at me like that before. “That’s it, fuck my finger and show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone and thinking about me.”
He pushes his finger in and out, a steady rhythm that takes me higher and higher. My body ripples with a pleasure so intense a moan rips from my lungs.
“Like that?” he asks as his lips move to my breasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth, and sucks and savors like it’s his favorite candy. A second finger joins the first, and as they stroke deep, I move against him and delicately slide my fingers over my clit. Everything about the way he’s touching me is so deeply intimate, it brings us closer, shifting this relationship to a whole new level. But Jesus, I can’t fall for this guy.
His mouth leaves my breasts, and he kisses a path downward. I tremble beneath his hot tongue. He nudges my hand away with his chin and slides a third finger into me. My breathing quickens, pleasure the only thing on my mind.
“Mine,” he whispers before he closes his mouth over my aching clit. He devours me with his mouth as his fingers pound into me and circle my G-spot. My lips part, but no sound comes as I completely shatter. Fire races through my veins at the dual assault, and I throw my head back as an explosion rocks my body. I spasm around his fingers so hard my vision blurs.
“Yeah, just like that.” He murmurs as he continues to finger-fuck me, drawing out the pleasure.
I suck in air as wave after wave hits. “Feels so good,” I cry out, as the tension leaves my quaking body. He laps at me and moans in delight as he kisses my sex with a passion I’d never known before. When he finishes, he slowly moves out from between my legs. I shake all over, overwhelmed with the way he’s looking at me—like he’s not nearly finished with me. Good. I’m not nearly finished with him, either.
Eyes half-lidded, his grin is slow and sexy. “About that swim.”
“I’m not sure my legs will work,” I admit, giving a lazy, cat-like stretch. Honestly, I’ve never felt so complete, so content after sex before.
He chuckles and locks one muscled arm around my waist, and I throw my arms over his shoulder, suddenly desperate to feel him inside me again. God, what is this man doing to me?
“Come here,” he says. I wrap my le
gs around his waist as he wades out to the deep end. His mouth finds mine again, and he gives me a soft kiss, our tongues touching gently, stroking languidly. When he pulls back, my heart is racing. I can’t let myself feel things for this man. I can’t just walk into a ready-made family, and he’s definitely not ready for more.
Right?
His puzzled gaze moves over my face. “You good?”
“Great,” I say, making my voice as light as possible. I don’t for one minute want him to think I’m looking to be the next Mrs. Santos. I’m not. I don’t think. “You?”
“Yeah.” A pause and then, “I don’t think I want to kill Alyssa anymore.”
“Me, neither.”
He touches my cheek, and it unfurls a strange need inside me. “Piper,” he says quietly.
“Yeah?”
“For the next three weeks, you’re mine.” His jaw clenches “Let me be the guy to give you everything you want. No club-hopping. No strangers. Just you and me.”
“Okay,” I say. Like he even had to lay that on the table. After being in his arms, there is no other man I want to be with—ever.
Oh, shit.
My stomach takes that moment to grumble, and it breaks the moment between us. “Swimming really gives me an appetite,” I say.
He laughs and walks us back to the stairs. He releases his hold on me, and I slide down his body. I step away and instantly miss his warmth.
