Chapter 7

When she sat back, her lush mouth was swollen, beckoning to him to come closer. That sensation only grew when she ran her tongue over her lower lip.

“I have condoms in the drawer next to the sink. But I’ll let you choose how you come.”

Brandon scrambled off the lounger, feeling like he was all awkward angles and gangly legs in his haste. By the time he made it to the sink, his shoes were gone and his pants pooled at his feet. Sweat dotted the back of his neck and rolled down his brow. He blinked the salty sting out of his eyes as he tore the condom open. There was only way he wanted to come—buried in her body while she held him close to her.

He kicked his pants away as he returned to her, and she stretched out on the lounger, her leg hooked over the back again. She had a small smile—it was nothing more than a little quirk of her lips, but at that moment, he thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.