Page 18 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

Because he is lighting up every single nerve ending and pleasure center inside me, half of which I forgot I ever had.

He kisses me again, deeper this time while he rolls his hips so that his hard shaft presses up against my melting center.

I gasp and forget every other damn thing.

My hands grasp at his hair, fingernails digging in and dragging down his scalp, which draws another low deep-down groan from his throat.

Which makes my belly leap with lust in a way I haven’t felt in?—

I literally can’t remember when the last time was. Actually I can, because it wasnever. Sex in my marriage was never like this. Not a single time.

But maybe that’s the point of this sensory overload. I don’t want to think about fucking Jake. The ring is off my finger.

I was heroic and told him I was done.

And it’s like, now that I finally broke one rule…

What if I just brokeall the rules?

I’m free. So what if I just allow myself to reallyfeelwhat liberation could be like?

My hips rock against the hardness beneath me, and August’s hands clench my ass—not too hard, but in a way that makes me feel like a woman in a way I never have before.

I moan into his mouth as sensation rocks up my belly outwards to every nerve ending.

“August,” I moan, belly clenching as I kiss him back. Ruthless kisses, not careful ones. I suck at his bottom lip.

Which gets this deep manly grunt from the back of his throat.

I clench his flexing bicep and hold on as he starts thrusting from beneath, mimicking the act we’re being kept from just by our wet clothing, and God, that’s so hot. Clearly he thinks so too, because I getanothermanly grunt when I roll my hips with him in eager participation.

And then his hand is there at the hem of my shorts.

“Touch me,” I whine, clinging to him with my arm around the back of his neck, fingernails of my other hand still digging into his hair.

I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing or saying—I’m just riding sensation and impulse.

For once letting my body in the driver’s seat and letting my brain take a vacation.

And it feels.So. Fucking. Good.

August’s middle finger slips beneath my shorts and starts teasing at my pussy, gentle circles at my clit that send a shudder rocking through my body. How is he so gentle with those big muscles and how hard I feel him straining against my thigh?

He’s hard as rock, but then he touches me with that devastatingly soft touch?

I can’t take it?—

I thrust into his palm, needing more.

He chuckles into my next voracious kiss, and I don’t care if I’m not being demure.

I’m needy and I don’t care if he knows it. I haven’t even allowed myself to realize how needy I’ve been. Jake sure wasn’t satisfying me and he didn’t like it when I turned over in the bed and saw to my own needs, so unless I was going to stop work in the middle of the day?—

My fingernails dig into August’s scalp as the throbbing between my legs spirals higher.

“Now. August—” I gasp. “Now.”

“Fuck,” he barks out. “I don’t have a condom.”