Page 100 of Rush

“Good,” I say, a little breathless.

He reaches for the bottle again, taking another long sip before holding it out to me.

Broderick’s eyes flicking briefly to my mouth. “How exactly would you like me to rectify it?”

I take the bottle, holding his gaze as I take a sip then place it beside me.

“By sampling the flavors of Down Under.”

His eyes darken. He licks his lips. Those soft delicious lips.

“I could do that,” he says, before slipping into the water.

My breath catches, chest rising and falling as he turns and wades toward me, the surface rippling and glistening around his torso.

He reaches for my thighs, prying them apart slowly. Lifting one leg from the water, he straightens it out, pressing kisses along my calf…up…and up…toward my inner thigh.

“And how would you like you meal served up this evening, Sir?” I ask, my voice breathy.

Then he plants a soft kiss right over the top of my mound. His breath pulses warm through the now damp fabric of my bikini.

“Wet and tight baby.”

I giggle.

He shifts to the other leg, lifts it, stretches it out, and trails slow, deliberate kisses back up until he’s between my thighs again.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my bikini bottoms and tugs.

I lift my hips just enough to help, the cool tile touching my bare ass making shiver as he peels them off and tosses them aside.

I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him as he pulls me to the very edge of the pool.

“What a delectable menu offering,” he murmurs, mouth on me.

I gasp.

“Organic.” He kisses me again.

I giggle as his breath tickles my skin.

“One of a kind.”

Another kiss. My back arches, as his stubble grazes my skin ever so slightly.

“The perfect little pussy.”

He slides his palms beneath my thighs, spreading me open, holding me there?—

And then he buries his face into me. Slow, wet, worshipful strokes.

He moans against me, low and hungry, the sound vibrating through my core as his tongue moves in circles. His grip is firm—possessive—holding my thighs wide with no plans to come up for air anytime soon.

He slides one finger in. Then another, curling just right as he keeps his mouth locked on me—sucking, licking, groaning like a starved creature.

“Brody—” I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair.

He growls against me, the vibration shooting a fresh jolt straight through my core.