she were as much on the edge as he was. “It already has.”
Fuck. How did he argue with that? He couldn’t. Not here, not now, with Hadley in his arms, her body pressed up against his in the tiny booth. The whole world collapsed in on this one place, the air heavy with promise and possibilities, as if they weren’t just battling each other but that they were fighting the inevitable.
“One last time,” he said, even though he wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her.
“Then we’ll have each other out of our systems,” she said, tugging at his shirt and pulling it free.
She worked it upward so slowly, it was more like torture than anything else, until the only thing against his chest was the cool of the fresh air and the heat of her gaze.
“Do you really think we can?” Because he didn’t just doubt, he wanted to believe.
“Only one way to find out,” she said, pushing his shirt up and off him in a fast, fluid motion that still took too damn long. “Please, Will.”
She rocked against him in a slow rhythm that short-circuited his brain, but it was the sound of his name on her lips as she rubbed herself against his hard cock that snapped his last bit of self-control. There were better men out there who’d say, not wrongly, that this was the woman gold digging his brother—or more charitably, the woman fighting to forget old hurts—and, therefore, he should peel her off him, set her down, and walk away.
He wasn’t that man.
Dropping his hands so they were flat on the smooth cowhide seat on either side of his thighs, his entire body hard and aching for her, he forced himself to hold on long enough to get out one last question. “Are you sure?”
She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off, dropping it so it landed on top of his on the seat. “Absolutely.”
Thank. Fucking. God.
Her perfect tits were encased in paper-thin purple lace, the pointed tips of her nipples jutting out, right at eye level. Later, he’d look his fill. Now, he needed more. He tugged down the lace cups and sucked her freed nipple into his mouth. Licked it. Teased it with his teeth. Swirled his tongue around its hard, sensitive peak as she moaned her pleasure, begging for more. The sounds she made, the way she let her head fall back as she rocked her hips, it ruined him.
“You’re gonna be the end of me,” he said.
Her hands tightened in his hair, a teasing tug as she let out a shaky breath. “That wasn’t how I planned on taking you out, but a woman can dream.”
“Such a smart mouth.” So damn kissable. It was the kind of mouth that launched a thousand hard-ons since he’d first spotted her along the sidelines smiling at his damn brother.
“You wanna know a secret?” Hadley looked down at him from her perch on his lap, her tits brushing against him. “I think you like my smart mouth.”
“For starters.” Damn him, he liked so much about her, from the don’t-even-try-your-usual-bullshit attitude to the way she cried out when she came.
“Oh yeah?” she asked, her voice husky. “What else do you like?”
“This bra, it’s such a tease.” He lowered his mouth, swirling his tongue over the stiff peaks straining against the lace. “And these nipples so hard and demanding.” Skimming his palms from her ribs down over her waist, he took his time feeling his way down. “Fuck, these hips. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about these hips, that ass, all of you.”
“Even my smart mouth?”
“Especially that.”
For once, they wanted the exact same thing. Hands on her hips, he stood her up, hating losing the feel of her against him but needing to get her naked.
Now.
“Take them off.”
“What?” she asked, skimming her hands down her soft belly to the button of her jeans. “These?” She unbuttoned her jeans. “Fair is fair—you too.”
He would have responded if he could, but the second she started inching her zipper lower, he lost the ability, so he followed her orders, stripping free of the rest of his clothes before she’d even gotten her zipper down. The other night, everything had been filtered through the mirror, so it was like seeing her for the first time, the full curve of her tits, the pink tips of her hard nipples, the way her hips flared out—revealed inch by inch as she pushed her