his hand sliding down my belly.
“I’m—” I laughed uncomfortably and flapped my arms a little. “Can I touch you, or—”
“Are you joking?” Bram snapped, jerking his head back.
“You already told me to stop, so I—” My voice was sharp as I tried to hide my embarrassment.
Bram froze above me, then scoffed, reaching for his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I asked, snagging his shirt in my fist before he could grab it.
“This was a mistake.”
“No.” I shook my head. “What?”
I wasn’t ready to go back to real life. It wasn’t time yet. I was lying there in nothing but a camisole wrapped around my waist for God’s sake. I needed to change my tone. I needed to get him back with me.
“Can I have my shirt?” Bram asked flatly, still hovering above my body.
“No,” I blurted, making him jerk in surprise.
Without conscious thought, I pulled my knees high up on his sides, and he inhaled sharply as the skin on my thighs rubbed against his ribs.
“Jesus, you’re wet,” Bram murmured, his head drooping as if it were too heavy for his neck. He pressed his body farther into mine and slid his belly against me.
“Oh shit,” I murmured as his happy trail of hair brushed against my clit. My hands flew to his back, and I pulled down hard, trying to re-create the movement.
“You’re such a fucking pain in the ass,” Bram gasped, pressing against me as he kissed me hard. “Maybe if I just keep your mouth occupied…”
“Shut up,” I bitched, letting go of his back with one hand so I could grip his hair in my hand. “Please, just—” My words cut off on a strangled groan as he shifted and slid a finger inside me. No buildup. No hesitance.
“Damn, you’re tiny everywhere,” Bram stuttered in surprise, making me chuckle, then gasp.
“Pants,” I said frantically, my hips moving against his hand as my mind blanked. “Pants. Off.”
My hands went to his jeans, and he sighed against my face as I rubbed my hand down the length of him.
“I’m so hard, not sure if I can get them off,” he said half seriously, pulling his finger from me in a slow glide.
“I have an X-Acto knife in the console,” I whispered back, our hands tangling as we pulled at his jeans.
“You’re not getting anywhere near my junk with a knife,” he hissed back, moaning as his jeans finally loosened and he pushed them down his hips.
“Commando?” I muttered as my hands hit warm skin.
“Need to do laundry.”
I laughed lightly as he leaned back to sit on his heels, grabbed his wallet out of his pocket, and pulled out a condom.
“Hurry,” I murmured as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his dick. Holy shit . Bram was packing. My lips turned up in a grin. “We’re working on borrowed time here.”
Bram’s head snapped up as he rolled on the condom, and he looked out the windows, making sure no one was nearby. “Shit.”
He looked down at me, then up at the windows, then down at me again before gripping my hips and yanking my lower body up so high that most of my weight was resting at the tops of my shoulders.
“What the—”
I let out a high-pitched sound that I’m pretty sure I’d never made before in my life when his head dropped between my thighs and his mouth opened wide over my pussy. His beard rubbed softly against my thighs and the undersides of my ass cheeks, and I shuddered.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes closed as his tongue licked up my center, curling around my clit. The wet sound of his mouth opening and closing and licking and sucking filled the SUV, partnered with his groans and my heaving breaths.
At first, it just felt really, really good, but then he focused in, rubbing over and over my clit with his tongue, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. My body locked, and I clenched my teeth against the urge to scream.
Then he stopped and lowered my hips back down.
“No, no!” I lifted my hips frantically against his hands. “Don’t