Breaking Brent by Niki Green

deep inside of her.
    He broke their connection for only a moment to rid himself of the insufferable tuxedo jacket. In his haste his arms got caught up and his movements to remove himself from the trappings were less than graceful. He heard her laugh low in her throat and it was music to his ears. Finally, he got the damned thing off and threw it to the ground, not caring where it landed or what happened to it.
    Brent placed his hands on the outside of her thighs and savored their smoothness as his fingers traveled upward. Her dressed bunched and moved with his searching hands. After what seemed like forever, he encountered a thin string on her hips. Hooking his thumb under it, he pulled the string down until the little piece of material was nothing more than a ball in his hand. Instead of tossing them to the ground, he placed them in his pocket and didn’t give them another thought.
    His only thoughts were of Peyton and how she felt in his arms and against his body.
    His mouth found hers once more, stopping any protest she may have. She didn’t feel like she had any. Her fingers were moving at his waist and he realized they were working the button and zipper of his pants.
    He couldn’t stop the moan that fell from his lips as her hands brushed his cock. Brent lost what little bit of sanity he had left. He lifted Peyton until her thighs rested on either side of his waist. One of his hands braced on the wall behind them, supporting his body so it wouldn’t crush hers. The other traveled from the inside of her thigh until it found the spot he’d spent many a night dreaming about.
    She was wet. As wet as she had ever been for him. Needy fingers slipped between her slick folds until he found her clit. He brushed once and then again and was pleased when he felt her push her body closer to his touch. He had to be inside of her.
    He pushed one finger inside of her and found her snug, hot and dripping—just as he remembered. Peyton clung to his body as he moved in and out of her. When he added a second finger to the first she captured his mouth and ate greedily at his lips.
    He couldn’t wait any longer. He had waited all these years and he wasn’t about to wait a minute longer. He pulled his fingers from her body and she whimpered at the loss. His fingers were coated in her juice and he wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetness he knew was there. But that would have to wait. His body couldn’t any longer.
    He pulled his cock from his pants and found that it was harder than it had been in forever. He moved between her legs so that the head rested at the entrance of her pussy. He pulled his face and his lips away from hers. A slight frown crossed her face and when she opened her eyes half-mast, Brent saw that they were glazed with desire.
    “When I close my eyes I see your body against mine.” The truth spilled from lips that caressed hers. “I think sometimes I can still feel your legs wrapped around me. Just like you are now. All sweet and soft.” During his speech his lips grazed her jaw, her ear and just below the pulse that fluttered and raced.
    With one thrust, he buried himself completely into her. He heard Peyton suck in a sharp breath. She was tight. So fucking tight. As tight as he remembered and as warm and wet. He moved just a fraction, pulling away and then connecting them fully again.
    I don’t want to stop. Ever. The thoughts raced through his mind as his blood raced through his veins and into his dick. He was buried inside of her—he could go no further, but he wanted to. Before he did anything stupid, like speak what was on his mind, he sealed their lips.
    Hers were electric. Soft and shocking, urging his to devour, divide and conquer. He parted her lips with his tongue and slipped into her heated mouth. She tasted better than he remembered. He wondered for a second if his memory of her taste in other places needed to be refreshed.
    “We can’t do this.” Breaking the kiss, she made her