Chapter Eleven

Oh shit.

Okay. This was obviously a trick question because it didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to have sex, but Brett could handle this.

Don’t ruin all the good decision making you did just because you’re getting a hard-on.

Chelsea worried that plump bottom lip of hers between her teeth, and he took a step back from temptation.

“I guess I thought…” She blew out a breath. “I mean, I might have misread the subtext, but I guess I thought this was kind of a Netflix and chill situation.”

Blood surged to his cock at the realization that she wanted him. It made it way harder to think.

“But the Netflix ended over an hour ago, and I’ve been waiting for the and chill to kick in. But you haven’t made a move. And now you’re leaving. So I was just wondering…”

She licked her lips. It was more nervous than sexy, but it went straight to his gut anyway.

“Was it the sweatpants? Because I considered ditching them before I came in with the popcorn, but then I totally chickened out. I thought it might be too…blatant.”

That was the moment that his good intentions took a bullet straight to the heart. Dead on impact. He was a goner. And he was about to get laid.

“Actually, ditching the sweatpants would have really helped. Drawstrings are tricky and I’m working with an injured hand.”

In a shameless sympathy grab, Brett held it out so she could see his roughed-up knuckles.

She didn’t disappoint, cradling his hand in both of hers, and the skin-on-skin contact jacked up his heart rate.

“I’m not sure if the highlight reel fully captured the epicness of the battle, but the guy I was fighting slammed his face into my fist several times.”

When she raised her gaze from his hand, her blue eyes sparkled with fake compassion. “Does it hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie to you, it stings pretty bad.”

Her sympathetic moue was a nice touch, and he bit back a smile.

“A lot of guys in my position would have opted for a Band-Aid, maybe two.”

“You’re so brave.” Chelsea lifted his hand, pressed a kiss to his knuckles, and even though they were kidding around, he realized how long it had been since he’d had someone to share his day with.

Then she shimmied her sweatpants down the thighs that had been haunting his dreams. Her panties were red. “If only there was something I could do to make you feel better.”

“Funny you should mention that, because I’ve got a couple ideas. I’m probably gonna need some help with my tie, though.”

Chelsea stepped close, reached for the Windsor knot, biting her lip with concentration and driving him wild as she tugged it loose.

“And my shirt.”

When she started on his buttons, he was lost. She had the power to completely undo him, and for some reason, he couldn’t help but let her.

Moments later, he was sitting naked on her couch, hard as a pike and trying not to come undone as she rolled a condom down the length of him.

“How’s your hand doing?”

He stared up at her, standing mostly clothed between his legs. “Still sore.”

She shot him a shy smile as she inched her panties down over her hips.

This Chelsea was a revelation to him. Still sweet and sexy, but with none of the bravado of their previous encounter. He liked that she’d dropped the act almost as much as he liked that she was standing there wearing nothing but a Wolfpack T-shirt.

“And I’m cured. You’re a really good nurse,” he complimented, grabbing her hand and tugging her forward so she straddled him on the couch.

“I took a first aid course once. And practice makes perfect.”

Brett closed his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer so he could feel her everywhere. “Well, if there’s a chance in hell this can get more perfect, then feel free to practice all over me.”

She was laughing when he caught her mouth with his. He kept at it, licking into her mouth until Chelsea tightened her arms around his neck and pressed against him. When they finally came up for air, she looked as dazed as he felt.

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to kiss me,” she confessed softly, in direct contrast to how hard her words were making him.

Jesus. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

He ran his hands up under her shirt, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her back inch by inch, and she shuddered against him. He’d been right about the no bra thing. She leaned back so he could tug her shirt all the way off.

“God, I want you,” he growled, abs tight with need as he leaned forward to press a kiss between her gorgeous breasts.

She made a move to get off his lap, to lie back on the couch, but he shook his head as he grabbed her hips, anchoring her right where she was, grinding against her a little. It felt so good it fucking hurt, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

“I want you on top of me so I can watch your face while you come.”

He shifted so that he was the one lying on the couch, and he pulled her with him.

Everything was perfect—the gentle sway of her breasts as she settled her knees on either side of his hips, the pressure of her palms as she braced them against his chest, her hair falling around her face as her body exerted the most mind-blowing pressure against his cock.

His lungs burned with the effort of holding back, but before he could slip inside her, she spoke.

“You have a beautiful body.”

The words stilled him.

“I could kind of tell in the bar, but then, when I finally got your clothes off… You were just so perfect. Your arms, your chest, your abs. Your thighs.” She scraped her nails over each part of his body as she named it.

The topic of conversation, though flattering, was so beyond his comprehension that he forgot about his raging erection for a moment.

“I’ve never been with anyone so physical before. It’s really sexy.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry, should I not have said that?” She looked down at him, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I just…wanted to tell you that I think you’re gorgeous. That your body turns me on.”

Brett ran a hand down his face, unable to supress his embarrassed chuckle, hoping to God he wasn’t blushing. “You know I’m a sure thing, right? You don’t have to say nice stuff to get in my pants when my pants are already on the floor.”

“You don’t like when women give you compliments?”

Truth was, women never did. Not the women he usually hung out with, anyway. Aside from the bullshit sex stuff—“That’s right, baby, you’re so big and hard, you fill me up so good”—but Brett never deluded himself into believing that was anything but porn talk, the kind of shit people said when they were fucking a stranger.

“You make me feel sexy. It wasn’t like this with…before.”

Like she wasn’t already blowing his mind, she reached between them to position their bodies. And if he’d thought the grip of her hand was good, it was eclipsed by the tight, wet heat of her as she sank down the length of his cock. It was the kind of flawless friction that had him cursing the condom and fighting for control. There was a seriousness to the moment he’d never experienced before, as she stared into his eyes.

“I wanted you in that alcove. Part of me didn’t even care if we got caught. And that’s not like me. I do the right thing. The thing that’s expected of me. But you make me want to take risks.”

They weren’t the sex words he was used to, but they had him hard as steel because they were words she’d chosen special for him, not words that she said to anyone.

Then she started to move, working her hips in a sensual rhythm that had him on the edge in seconds. It felt so good, he just wanted to explode inside her, but his pride wouldn’t let him go over without her. Not after everything she’d just… No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Made him feel like he mattered.

He reached forward, pressed his thumb against her clit while she rode him, vindicated by the stutter of her hips, the way his touch had messed up her rhythm, overbalanced her so she fell forward and had to brace her hands against his chest.

“Let me give you this.” He didn’t know why he said it. Or why his voice sounded…weird. Kind of like he was begging? Definitely like there was something in his throat.

He moved his thumb again, and her gasp was about the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

It was stupid, but it was the only way he could think of to thank her. For tonight. The movie. The popcorn. The sex. The stuff she’d said. All of it.

She left her hands on him when she started to rock, her fingers curling against his pecs as she found a gear she liked. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he set the movement of his thumb to complement her pace.

He couldn’t look away. The cascade of brown hair flirting with her bare shoulders, the sway of her breasts, the way she bit her lip as her hips grew restless—everything about her made him ache.

“Brett.”

He swallowed at the sheer perfection of hearing her say his name while he was buried deep inside her. Their first time had been hot as fuck, but this time, this time she was with him.

He lifted his pelvis, pushing deeper inside her and taking over the rhythm. He couldn’t help it—this need to be closer to her, deeper inside her—and she didn’t seem to mind too much as he increased the pressure of his hand to match their new rhythm and her breath came in short, panting gasps.

She came apart with a cry, her head thrown back, fingernails scraping his skin, as she melted all over him like sugar in the rain. He was powerless to hold out a second longer. His hips bucked as he came so hard, he wasn’t completely sure he hadn’t blacked out somewhere in the middle of his orgasm.

He was breathing like he’d just finished an end-to-end rush, and when he finally managed to open his eyes, she was panting just as hard, her eyes still closed, almost like she was savoring the moment. He was, too, trying to hold on to how good it all was, but there was one thing missing.

He curled his hands around her thighs. “Hey, Chels?”

Her eyes popped open, the smile curving her lips warm like sunshine, as though she liked it when he said her name. “Yeah?”

Maybe, just maybe, feelings weren’t so bad. “Kiss me.”

He was still inside her when she leaned forward to oblige him, and he ran his hands up her back, pressing her body against his and holding her close as her tongue darted into his mouth, and their legs tangled together.

And just like that, he was right back to nice and happy to be there.