#Selfie (Hashtag Series Book 4)(8)By: Cambria Hebert
I groaned. “God help me, I fucking do.”
Her eyes took in my bare chest, and I admit I puffed it out a little to give her more to see.
“I’m not drunk. Not even close. I know exactly what I’m doing right now, Braeden.”
Well, if that wasn’t a fucking hand-carved invitation, then I don’t know what was.
I dropped to my knees right there in front of the bed and dragged her down until her legs dangled off the side, her dripping center right near my face.
She pushed up onto her elbows and fisted a hand in the hair above my forehead. “Hey, what about you?”
“I’ve had some beer,” I murmured and slipped a finger inside the edge of her panties. Holy shit, she was shaved bare and soaking wet. “But don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m still more than able to perform.”
She collapsed against the mattress and arched her back into the air. My finger dipped inside her, finding her hot and tight.
“I’m not stopping.”
“No one asked you to,” she shot back.
I pulled my finger back and reached beneath her dress for the waistband. My fingers met string. She was wearing that damned bikini that drove me nuts all goddamned week.
I pushed to my feet and took her hands. I knew she was surprised when I yanked her to stand. Hell, I preferred her on her back, too.
But I had to do this.
I ripped the cotton dress over her head and threw it onto the floor.
My upper lip curled when I took in all that skin covered by nothing but triangles of fabric and strings.
Her bikini was red.
It was barely there.
And the way her body looked in it…
More than once this week, I had to stop myself from pounding some random guy for staring.
It didn’t matter who stared at her.
Ivy wasn’t mine.
I didn’t want her.
But tonight… tonight I did.
Tonight she was mine.
I dipped my finger beneath the feeble string and followed it all the way around to the back of her neck where it tied. The goose bumps that rose across her skin weren’t lost on me.
“I don’t ever want to see this bikini on you again,” I rasped and pulled the end of the tie. I tugged slowly as I caught her eyes with mine. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you in it. Ever. Again.”
I released the strings and the top fell down, revealing a pair of perky, round breasts.
I was an ass man—we all know this—but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate a fine pair of tits when I saw them.
I palmed them both. I filled my hands with her warm, supple flesh and kneaded gently. I wanted to be rough and fast. Need hammered in me almost like adrenaline. Almost like this was do or die.
But I couldn’t treat her body like that. Not now that I was staring at it, almost completely bare and unprotected.
I rubbed my thumbs over her erect nipples, and she purred, her forehead coming forward to rest on my shoulder.
I liked that.
It was almost like she couldn’t stand. It was almost like she needed me to hold her up.
I left her breasts and skimmed my fingers down her waist, following the hourglass shape of her body until I met the ties on either side of her hips. Her body trembled from being so close to mine, and it made me feel powerful.
I pulled both sides at the same time and let go. The fabric fell and tangled at my feet. Quickly, I pulled off the top, which was low around her waist, and it joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
I couldn’t wait another second. I shoved my hand between her legs and cupped her sex. She groaned and lifted her head.
I captured her lips once more as I delved a finger into her opening. One of her hands wrapped around my bicep and held on while her other did a little moving of her own down into the waistband of my shorts.
Without any hesitation, her fingers wrapped around my throbbing rod and started pumping me slowly, to the same rhythm I moved my finger inside her.
Her hand was like a hot shower in the center of a snowstorm, like medicine to an ailing man. It was exactly everything.
I slid another finger inside her, spearing her with two. She whimpered and her knees buckled. Both of us fell back onto the bed. We started kissing again, and I lost myself in her, in the way she felt.
Eventually, she grew impatient. Her hands started pulling at my shorts, and I couldn’t stop my throaty chuckle from filling the room. I left her lying in the center of the bed to pull off my shorts and dig around in the duffle lying by the door.