Safe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #5)(13)

Her mouth opens and closes twice, and her gaze falls to my lips. She licks her own, plump, gorgeous lips, and all rational thought goes right out the damn window.

I press my mouth to hers and she wraps her arms around my neck and I’m lost to her.

I need her.

I need to know what she feels like when she comes.

I kiss my way down her neck to her collarbone, nuzzle her breasts, and push her skirt up to her hips.

“Caleb.”

She sinks her fingers into my short hair and pulls.

“Lay back.”

“No. I want to watch.”

Jesus, she’s going to f*cking kill me.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” She’s wearing small, lacy panties that are no match for me. I quickly rip them and toss them over my shoulder and spread her wide, gazing down at her in awe.

She’s so damn beautiful.

“You shave,” I murmur, surprised, and lean in to plant a soft kiss over the smooth skin of her pubis.

I can’t f*cking wait to taste her.

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

“God, you’re so turned on.” I push a finger over her clit and down her lips and they are immediately soaked.

“You turn me on, sailor,” she responds with a smile, her voice breathy as she pants.

She grips my wrist in her hand and pulls the finger dripping in her own juices into her mouth and sucks.

Hard.

And f*ck me, I lose it.

I groan and bury my face in her *, licking and sucking on her small, tight lips, pushing my tongue inside her and swirling around, lapping up every drop of her sweet juices that I can.

“You have the sweetest little cunt,” I whisper and move up to pull her clit between my lips, pushing the tip of my tongue against it quickly and plunge two fingers into her tight *.

My cock strains against my jeans, begging to sink inside her, but I have to make this quick.

The others will miss us.

And there is nothing more beautiful to me than watching Brynna come undone right now. She props those amazing legs on my shoulders, and I can feel the muscles tense around my ears as the force of her orgasm builds.

She bites her lip to keep from crying out and her muscles spasm, clenching my fingers like a vice and she pushes her pelvis against me as the orgasm consumes her.

As she settles, I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean, watching her carefully as she pants and pushes her hair back from her flushed face.

She smiles dreamily, grips my face in her hands and pulls me up to kiss me deeply, pushing her tongue in my mouth, the taste of her on me not bothering her in the least.

“We have to get back,” I whisper and pull away.

“But you…”

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” I grin down at her and kiss her forehead.

“Later.”

“No. There won’t be a later.” I stand and back away, giving her space to stand and set her clothes right.

“I told you before,” she reminds me, her eyes bright with anger. I move in and hold her chin between my finger and thumb.

“I finished it. You came. End of story.”

“You are so f*cking infuriating!” she shrieks. I didn’t know Brynna was capable of shrieking.

“Back at you, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

“I might kill you in your sleep,” she threatens with a deep scowl as she pushes past me out the door of the office toward the laughter in the living room.

“It’s a good thing I don’t sleep,” I mutter.

“I was expecting more than a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am,” she smirks over her shoulder, and that’s all I can take.

I whirl her around and press her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head and devour her mouth, kissing and lapping, biting and pulling at her hungrily. She moans softly and rotates her hips against me, begging for more.

“Love the way I taste on you,” she whispers. It’s enough to make me almost come in my pants like a horny teenager.

She’s so f*cking sexy.

I pull away and release her hands and she raises them shakily to her mouth, watching me.

I swallow hard and run my hand over my mouth and I can still smell her on me.

Fuck it’s going to be a long night.

“Let’s go.”

“I wanna see it!” Stacy is bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands.

“What do you wanna see?” Bryn asks as we resume our seats. I feel Matt’s gaze on me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll meet it right now.

Or explain myself.

Fuck.

“I wanted a piercing,” Meg shrugs as she climbs into Will’s lap.

“Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” Leo is pointing passionately at each area as he shouts them out to her. “Are all acceptable piercings.”

“Maybe I’ll get my clit pierced,” Brynna whispers, just for me.

I do my best to ignore her. She loves getting a rise out of me.

Literally.

“That’s not what I wanted,” Meg responds with a grin.

“Jesus.” He pulls his hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever, ever need to know stuff like this about you.”

“Hey.” Will interrupts. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“So back to orgasms,” Stacy begins and before I can stop myself, I jump to my feet, my arms slashing back and forth.