Page 41 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

I grin. “Ladies first.”

Then I drag my mouth to her throat, tasting the heat pulsing just beneath her skin. I bite down hard enough to make her gasp.

My hand slides beneath her tank, and I skim my fingers across her stomach, her ribs, her bra. Her skin’s warm. She shivers when I drag my thumb across her nipple. Then her hips move forward, grinding against me.

I groan into her mouth. Damn, she feels good.

My other hand slides down, grabbing the back of her thigh. I lift her up and pin her harder against the wall. She rocks her hips against mine again, and the friction damn near ruins me.

She whimpers. Her forehead presses to mine. “This is a bad idea.”

“I know,” I say. But I kiss her again anyway.

There’s no stopping this. Not this time. I reach behind her and yank at the waistband of her leggings. I manage to get them halfway down her thighs.

“Reid,” she whispers, her voice unsteady.

I drag my hand between us and slide it down her toned stomach until I find the promised land.

“Fuck, Lola,” I whisper into her skin. “You’re soaked.”

Her head falls back against the wall. Her lips part, but no sound comes out. I drag my fingers through her folds, taking my time with each pass. When I find her clit, I circle it with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Then I do it over and over again.

“Fuck,” I whisper against her mouth. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”

That’s all I need.

I kiss her again as I keep working her clit. Her hips rock into my hand, grinding against the pressure like she can’t get close enough. She’s not holding anything back now.

“You gonna fall apart for me?” I growl. “Right here, where anyone could walk in?”

She trembles. “I don’t care. Just—don’t stop.”

I won’t.

I deepen the kiss. My tongue slides against hers, and I feel her nails dig into my shoulders.

She’s so damn responsive.

I slide my hand lower and push a finger inside. Her pussy clenches around my finger, pulling me in deeper with every pulse.

“Jesus,” I hiss. “You’re so fucking needy.”

“Reid,” she pants.

“You like that?” I press another finger in, and curl them up. “Bet you dream about this. Bet you fuck yourself in that pretty little bed wishing it was me.”

“Reid—”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Her thighs tense around my hand as I work her open. She claws at my shoulders until she pulls me closer and her mouth finds mine again.

I thrust my fingers harder inside her, and she cries out into my mouth. The sound rips something loose in me, waking something I’ve kept locked down for too long.

I want to wreck her. I’m not stopping until I ruin her for anyone else.