Do You Take This Man (31)
RJ let out a gasp when I grazed her earlobe, and I was already fast-forwarding to how that moan would sound a hundred times louder. Pressing my body to hers felt like weights coming off my shoulders. It felt like an eternity before she slid her palms up my chest, her fingernails lightly scratching the fabric of my shirt.
I stilled, worried I’d scare her off, but her hands kept moving, lingering on my chest, her fingers grazing my nipples through the fabric. I had to close my eyes against the rush of sensation, and I nipped her ear. “Did you decide?”
“Shut up,” she said as her fingers tangled in my hair to pull my face to hers.
We paused for a second, but all I could focus on was RJ’s mouth, her slightly parted lips, and the sensation of her pulling my mouth to hers, her eyes flicking to mine moments before we touched. “Can I?”
“Yes,” I said, my body on autopilot, and our lips met.
Her soft, full lips made contact with mine, and she pulled my face toward her. She sucked on my lower lip and my body and mind finally caught up.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pressed into her, her body melting against me. We wrestled for control, our lips and tongues clashing just like we normally did with words, but I didn’t care if I came out on top as long as this kiss kept going.
RJ moved one hand from my shirt to the back of my neck, her nails grazing my skin, and I moaned against her lips. RJ kissed like she did everything, and I couldn’t get enough of her mouth. I was lost in her taste and her constant need to take the upper hand. I let my palm slide down her back to feel the swell of the ass I’d noticed from day one, forgetting how much this woman drove me nuts.
“I’m serious,” I panted after pulling apart and meeting her eyes. “Tell me.”
Despite the haze of arousal clearly on her face, her eyes narrowed. She shifted to the right like she would walk away, but I stopped her, locking eyes.
I let one hand fall to her waist and guided her toward me, my erection pressing into her stomach. “I want to know exactly what you want. I won’t guess when it comes to pleasing you.” I pushed memories of Sarah out of my head, of her admitting too late she’d wanted more than I gave her. RJ’s body was intoxicating, and I didn’t intend to waste this buzz on the past. I bent, my lips and tongue caressing her neck as I waited for her response.
“I want . . .” Her breath hitched as I lowered my hand to squeeze her ass. Dear God, this ass.
“Say it . . .” My lips slid along her collarbone. “It’s probably the only time I’ll let you tell me what to do, and I’m a good listener.”
She laughed then, her throat elongating as she tipped her head back. It was the best sound and, if it was possible, my cock swelled even more. When she met my eyes again, her eyes had that brightness I’d noticed before.
“In my dream you were . . .” RJ bit her plump lower lip, her teeth sinking into the skin, and on instinct I kissed that spot, pulling that lip between my own. RJ wasn’t exactly acting timid, but I’d never seen that softness in her before, the sweet bewilderment, and it was addictive. Her breathing was hard when I pulled away, her breath hitching. “In the dream you were on your knees.”
Chapter 17
RJ
NOT ONCE IN my life had anyone described me as shy, so when I snapped my mouth shut, my cheeks heating at the words I’d just spoken out loud, it was an unfamiliar feeling. I hadn’t finished my pros and cons list when he buzzed, hadn’t weighed out the value of a night with Lear’s body against the potential for problems. But when he looked at me like he couldn’t not look at me, I lost my head. There was no danger of him hurting me. There was little danger of me even wanting to hear from him again. How else to explain how I was standing here like this? Lear left me off-balance, as I both hoped he made the man from my dream a distant memory and prayed he’d be a disappointment so I could get back to my regularly scheduled life.
He didn’t kiss like a disappointment, though.
“On my knees, huh?”
“You don’t have to.” I tried to keep my voice steady and didn’t like the breathy quality it was taking on or how his gaze hadn’t strayed from my mouth. “Obviously, you know you don’t have to. I mean, we can do something else or . . .” I paused when he met my eyes. I’d never really noticed Lear’s eyes before, not like this. They were brown, but up close, there were flecks of gold, and they were lighter than I expected. What am I doing noticing his eyes? “You know,” I said, letting my hands fall from his shoulders, “this was a bad idea. Forget it.”
“Whoa,” he said, taking a small step back. “What just happened?”
I missed the warmth of his chest immediately but appreciated him giving me space without hesitation. I stood there, my brain telling me to walk away and my body telling me to stop talking. When we got serious, Case stopped going down on me. He told me once he’d do it if he had to, but there were too many variables and it made more sense to do something else that was more certain to work. When I told Britta that, she’d frowned and said, “?‘More certain’ like you took care of yourself?” She’d been right.
Lear was still looking down at me, confused.
“You didn’t look like . . . Some guys don’t like . . .” Get it together. You are RJ fuckin’ Brooks.