“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I saw how he touched you…” He trails off. “He didn’t touch you like it was the first time he had put his hands on you.”
He almost sounds jealous. His reaction to me around Trevor had come off this way, but now, the words only confirm it.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business, Brix. I think it’s best...” I let out a heavy sigh. “It’s just best if we stay away from each other for the rest of the summer. Remember, you go your way, I’ll go mine.”
His mouth curves up, smirking. Pushing off the wall, he stalks toward me, stopping only when he gets a hair’s breadth away.
“I think you’re wrong. It’s very much my business. I’ve spent every night for the past five days thinking about you while you’ve been avoiding me. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel this between us.”
“Brix,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Say it.”
He grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him, and I go without argument. I don’t have any strength left in me to fight this, not that I even want to anymore.
“Say what?”
His lip curves up, pushing my back against the wall. His arms wrap around my waist, his fingers dig into my skin, holding me to him.
“Do you feel this?” he asks, leaning forward until his lips are close to my neck.
Tilting my head to the side, I give him better access, waiting for the moment he puts us both out of our misery.
His hands drag up the sides of my body as he pulls back an inch, dragging his finger beneath the curve of my breast. My nipples bead at the thought of his hands touching me.
My chest starts to heave with each struggled breath; my skin heats with desire.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod, as he drags his finger up the center of my chest to the edge of my swimsuit top. The only thing covering me is two barely-there triangles held together by a couple strings.
Leaning back, I watch Brix slide his thumb in his mouth, wetting it before brushing it over the tip of my nipple.
He moans, biting down on his lip ring.
Watching his reaction to touching me has me incredibly turned on. My fingers rake over his pecs, down over his clenched stomach to the edge of his shorts. Slipping my fingers under the elastic, I wrap my fist around the waistband and pull him closer to me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting against my stomach. His aching cock is straining through the thin material.
He doesn’t hold back any longer. His fingers pull the fabric covering my chest over and it falls away without protest as his hand covers my breast.
Leaning forward, his mouth covers my nipple sending shock waves through my body at the unbelievable sensation. Gripping my fingers in his hair, I hold Brix to me, not wanting him to pull away or stop.
“Oh my God,” I moan, running my palm over the front of his pants, earning me a bite on my sensitive skin.
“More. Please.”
He releases my breast, immediately moving to the button on the front of my shorts. He falls to his knees before me, savagely pulling the denim to the floor, leaving me standing with only my bikini bottoms on.
“My fucking God,” he mutters to himself, leaning forward to press kisses from my hip bone down over the front of the material. I thrust my hips toward him, seeking his mouth as he tilts his head back, smiling devilishly at me.
“Look at you, baby. Serving me this fucking pussy, knowing it’s exactly what I want.”
His vulgar words only turn me on more.
“Brix,” I whisper.