The Redo (Winslow Brothers #4) (120)

“Although, I’m hoping—” he waggles his brows at me “—those last two are something we can explore after we get back from dinner tonight.”

Looks like I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts tonight.

Game on.

“Remy?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I have a little bit of a secret to confess.”

His eyebrows pull together. “A secret?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod, but before I tell him, I scoot my seat closer to his, and I don’t stop until we’re side by side and I’m positive the tablecloth is going to keep my secret under wraps from the rest of the restaurant patrons.

Remy watches me the entire time while simultaneously searching my eyes in bewilderment.

“So…my secret,” I whisper toward him and reach up onto the table to grab his hand.

“Yeah. Your secret. Not going to lie, Ria, it’s starting to feel a little serious.”

“Oh, it is serious. Top secret kind of serious.”

He smirks. “And I really hope you’re going to tell me it soon.”

“Remy, I forgot my panties.”

He chokes on his tongue. “I’m sorry, what?”

But I don’t repeat myself. Instead, I grab his hand and put it underneath the tablecloth until it rests on my thigh. And then I glide that hand of his under my dress until his fingers are brushing against me, touching me, right there, where I’m as bare as the day I was born.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, and his eyes lock with mine. “You weren’t kidding.”

I shake my head. “And, actually, I have another secret I want to tell you.”

He swallows. “Damn, Ria. If it’s as good as the last one, I can’t be held liable for what I do.”

“The first time you came over to my apartment to help me with Izzy. Remember that?”

“The day I took you to Jacob’s Pickles?”

“Yeah. That’s the one.”

He’s utterly confused now, silently wondering how I’ve gone from showing him I’ve made my underwear disappear to talking about a day I was barely hanging on by a thread.

While I take his index finger and slide it inside me, I lean forward until my lips are right beside his ear. “When I took a shower that day, I touched myself. Just like this. I got myself off. While thinking about you.”

“Eduardo! Check, please!”




We didn’t eat dinner. Barely touched our glasses of wine. But somehow, Remy managed to get us back to our private beach house in thirty minutes flat.

And let me tell you, the whole ride back was a true lesson in self-restraint. For the entire drive, he wouldn’t stop touching me. Wouldn’t remove his finger from inside me.

It was the sweetest fucking torture I’ve ever experienced in my life.

The second the driver pulled up to our rental, I hopped out of the cab and headed straight for the bedroom, leaving Remy to handle paying the fare. Now, I’m completely naked and not-so-patiently waiting for him to come find me on the bed.

And it doesn’t take him long to step past the threshold of the bedroom door. The instant he spots me, his eyes flash with the kind of heat that promises pleasure.

“Oh, Maria.” He tsks his tongue. “I’m getting the sense that you’re wanting to be bad tonight.”

Yes. Yes, I do.

He stands at the foot of the bed now and crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze raking along my naked body. “Is that what you want? To be a bad girl tonight?”

I swallow. Nod.

“Then, get on all fours,” he demands.

Oh boy.

I don’t hesitate to follow through. Onto my belly, I push myself up onto my hands and knees, my ass pointed toward the head of the bed and my face toward Remy.

Like he’s the lion and I’m his prey, he stalks around me, moving from one side of the bed to the other. It’s intense and hot, and the vulnerability and rawness of my position make a throbbing ache form between my thighs.

And then his hands are on me, his fingers gentle whispers across my skin. First, up my legs and then over my ass, and they don’t stop until they’re at the nape of my neck. He grips my hair and tugs back with a gentle but firm pull. “I think since you didn’t eat dinner, I should feed you. What do you think, Maria? Are you hungry for my cock?”

Oh, holy shit.

“Because I can tell you,” he continues, “my cock is ready for you. Those little secrets of yours have kept me hard since the instant they left your dirty little mouth.”

He moves to the edge of the bed, positioning his body right in front of my face. His hands undo the button on his pants, and then he’s pulling himself out, proving that his words aren’t bullshit. Proving that he’s hard…so incredibly hard that his cock looks almost angry. The head is swollen and pink, and his length is so rigid it’s just jutting out from his body.

I feel wild. Crazy. And it’s everything I want. Everything I wanted to happen when I decided to remove my panties before we left the house. Tonight, I want to see Remy lose control. I want us both to let go completely and just give in to pleasure, in to dirty fucking desire.

“Feed me,” I whisper toward him, my lashes fluttering as I look up and into his eyes. “Please?”