He leaned in and kissed her lips. The taste of lipstick, or rather the lack of taste, annoyed him as it reminded him of her dressing up for his cousin like some kind of Barbie doll. He pushed her legs down his back to the mattress and straddled her hips before sitting upright. She slumped, letting out a huge breath in the newfound space between them.
With his thumb, he smeared all make-up from her lips while she jerked her head vehemently away to stop him. Dark red smudges of lipstick now traced her dimpled cheeks. She swallowed twice but held her breath in anticipation for what was coming.
He took advantage of her wanting to wait and see his next move, by leaning in and kissing her again. But this time he kissed her more vigorously. The urgency to make her his was pouring from his kisses, licks and nibbles. She moaned while he kept on playing with her tongue.
He spread her legs with one of his and rubbed his muscular thigh against her pussy, making her grind into him in response. “Can’t stand seein’ ye with these fuckin’ red lips. They look nothing like the lips that made me fall for ye,” he whispered against her neck.
She gasped and flexed her fingers. Her entire body tensed at his admission, but her inner battle didn’t discourage him. She gave her head a few deliberate, angry shakes in disbelief. “Stop. Don’t even go there.”
He’d expected this reaction. “Yes. Ye heard me, Lips. I’ve fallen for ye. These fuckin’ luscious plump lips that never hold still, always talkin’ ‘bout shite, jokin’ around and makin’ me bat shit crazy.”
“Okay. You’re officially losing it, Brennan,” she said as she closed her eyes and let out a forceful breath.
“Nah. Finally seein’ what’s been sittin’ right in front of me these months. Don’t care if I scare ye by admittin’ it.”
“You better stop this nonsense or let me go. Right now.” She bristled and tried to get from under him. He held still above her and kissed away a lone tear that threatened to slip into her dimple.
Her breathing picked up when he placed his palm upon her heart. It was pounding against her chest, almost trying as hard to escape as Errin tried to run from Brennan.
He wiped with his index finger under her eye to remove the proof he affected her. The first cracks in her armor showed and although he hated to make her cry, her emotions encouraged him.
His eyes went from her cheekbones dusted with freckles, to her dilated pupils, and he let her see inside his soul. He held her gaze to show he meant every single word. She couldn’t distrust him with his heart pouring out his love for her.
“Yer perfect. Absolutely perfect for me.”
“Bren…” Tears filled her eyes again.
“I’m gonna make ye mine, Lips. Tell me ye want to be mine.”
She shook her head once but kept eyeing him intensively. Her wide eyes stared right at him, never blinking.
“I’m leaving, Bren. Stop talking like that. It can never work.”
With his dark timbre he said, “Then say you’ll be mine tonight. Let me have this one night.” He held her eyes as he waited for her response.
“You’re so intense. Too intense,” she whispered.
“I’m honest. I’m not hiding my feelings for you,” he said.
Her escaped sigh tickled his lips. She elevated her head the tiniest bit from his pillow and connected her lips with his. Her hands found his wavy black locks.
She didn’t tug or pulled, she simply let her fingers part his strands and massage his scalp. Goose bumps traveled his skin, and he moaned against her mouth.
She opened up for him and leisurely met his tongue with hers. Their strokes were slow, sensual and without a sense of time.
Her perfect hard peaks scraped his chest, and he rubbed his pelvis against her. She hookedher leg around his back again and he rolled them halfway on the bed, never letting their lips part.
As they lay on their sides, he kissed the corner of her mouth, kissed her dimple, took her earlobe between his teeth for a loving tug and licked down to her collarbone. She let her hands wander over his muscular back and he shivered in her arms.
Her fingers went up again, and she scraped her red nails over the back of his neck. He couldn’t help but growl at the sensation. Since she still had her leg hooked over his hip, he nudged his thigh higher between her legs to rub her core. The warm, slick sensation on his thigh almost did him in.
His hand caressed her skin, following the slight curve of her breast, down to her side. Some cute little jerks and a love bite on his bottom lip told him to remove his fingers from her ribs.
It reminded him of her tattoo he’d noticed when she’d send him that picture earlier. He kissed her collarbone and followed his hand down to her ribs with his lips.
I dance to the beat of my own drum
Her tattoo couldn’t have suited her any better, and he smiled against her ribs before tracing the words with his tongue. She arched into him and he worked his way up again and rested his hand on the dimples of her lower back.