Priceless (Forbidden Men #8)(81)

“You don’t mind?” I asked, searching her flushed, wide-eyed expression as I made her hand rub up and down my length.

She snorted. “You’re kidding me, right? This is freaking awesome. I can’t believe...” Her gaze ran over me before it settled on her hand that still pressed against my junk. “It’s so hard.”

I laughed. “Well, that’s an improvement from last night when you called it soft.”

“What?” Brow knitting, she glanced at me before she remembered she’d said that. “Oh...no! That’s not what I meant. It was hard underneath, sure. But the surface...I didn’t know the skin would be that soft.”

Grinning, I finally relieved her of her worry, saying, “I knew what you meant.”

She scowled and called me a meanie for letting her think I’d been hurt. But I only laughed again and pulled her hand off me before rolling us until she was nestled on her back and I was on top of her.

Settling my hips between her legs, I pressed against the apex of her thighs, making my erection grind against her clit. Together, we gasped and gripped each other. I caught her hands and pulled them above our heads. Then I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her.

Our tongues dueled and tangled. Our breaths mixed. Our bodies strained.

I could feel her breasts through her tank top, and I needed to taste them, so I caught the hem of her top and tugged it up and over her head.

“Your shirt too,” she gasped, her eyes glazed with need. “I love seeing your bare chest.”

It took me half a second to rip my shirt off, and once I did, I was finally able to focus on the breasts I’d just unveiled.

“Fuck...me,” I uttered.

“I will if you want me to,” Sarah said cattily, making me dart my gaze to her and realize...we were doing this. We were really going to do this.

“Okay,” I started, only to wince and press a fist to my head. “Shit. I don’t have anything.” Then daring to ask, I met her gaze hopefully. “Do you think Mason has any—”

“No.” Sarah pointed a finger at my nose. “We are not stealing condoms from my brother. Besides...” A smile lit her face. “Open my top drawer there. Dig to the bottom of the pile of underwear.”

“Undies?” That word sold me. Sitting back on my haunches yet remaining on top of her with my thighs straddling her hips, I reached for the drawer and opened it before burying my hand inside, feeling soft cotton and cool silk until my fingers bumped into cardboard. I drew it out only to drop my jaw in shock. “Holy shit.”

A small, unopened box of Trojans sat in my palm. My gaze moved to her, one eyebrow lifting in question.

She offered me a small, guilty smile. “Courtesy of Caroline.”

I barked out a laugh, then announced, “Oh my God, I love my sister so much right now.” And I tossed the box to the side before saying, “Now about these boobies.”

I’d avoided them long enough, which had to be a crime because...damn. They were so ripe and pert, the hardened nipples like berries just waiting to be plucked. I kind of liked that they were on the smallish side because they were going to fit into my hands perfectly.

Flexing my fingers in preparation of touching them, I pulled a laugh from Sarah for my antics before I reached down and cupped her in each palm.

Together, we drew in a ragged breath. “Oh...wow,” she said in a daze. “I had no idea that would feel so good.”

I grinned at her. “Wait until I suck on them.”

She whimpered, so I took that as my cue and leaned down before tugging a begging peak into my mouth.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!” She clutched my hair hard and her legs writhed uncontrollably, making me feel all masculine and accomplished. But, damn, she even tasted as sweet as a berry.

Batting her fingers out of my hair, I skimmed my other hand down her side as I worked the second breast, making her moan and squirm even more. Except this time, she gripped the sheets and not me.

While I was biting the end and then licking away the sting, I tugged off her sleep pants and panties in one fell swoop.

“I swear, there’s like a string inside me,” she panted out, “connecting my breasts to my *. Every time you”—I tugged on the end of her breast with my teeth, making her gasp—”yeah, do that...I can feel it down there.”

“Down here?” I asked, slipping my hand between her legs and pressing against her clit.

“Ohmigod, I’m naked!” she squeaked, glancing down in shock. “When did you take those off?”

I laughed. She really was too adorable. But then I looked down at the * I was holding, and the chuckle turned into a groan. Fuck, she was flawless.

“You’re so perfect,” I said. My jaws ached and mouth watered with the need to taste her. “So do you want to try an experiment?” I asked. “See if it works the other way around, and you can feel it in your breasts when I suck on your clit.”

“Uh...” Her gaze filled with lust. “Okay.”

I grinned and licked her. She yelped in shock, then moaned in need, and finally screamed in release.

I loved every little—and big—sound she made. It told me I was doing my job well.

Sitting up, I grinned down at her. “So, did you feel it?”

She blinked at me, looking dazed and confused. “What?”