“Second, while we’re fucking, you’re mine in every way,” he said. “You don’t disagree with that, even though we both know there’s an end date.”
That also fit the possessiveness I expected, so I nodded. “Alright.”
“Lastly, Artie doesn’t find out about this. Ever. No matter what.”
I frowned. “Why does that matter? He hates me. Actually, scratch that. He’s neutral toward me. The bastard doesn’t give a shit what I do. He’d probably congratulate you for using me.”
“I’m notusingyou.”
“Sure you are. I’m using you too.” I grabbed the hem of Bo’s shirt and pulled it over his head. When my hands slid over his bare chest, he tugged my tank top off too.
My bra followed it.
His gaze was almost worshipful as it moved over my bare chest, taking in my body. He’d seen me naked before, but not like this.
Not when he could touch me.
Not when I’d agreed to be his until the snow melted.
“Artie cares more about you than you think,” Bo said, not looking away from my tits.
“Don’t talk about my brother while you’re stripping me, Ambrose.”
His chest rumbled. “Don’t call me Ambrose.”
“Then don’t call me Madi.”
His hand lifted to my ribcage, his rough fingers gliding smoothly over the dip beneath one of my breasts. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Then don’t expect it from me.”
His fingers finally brushed my nipple, and I inhaled sharply.
“That feel good?” His eyes were on mine when I looked up.
“Incredible.”
His chest rumbled, and his other hand joined in. My eyes closed, my head tipping back as he teased my breasts slowly.
“I thought you’d fuck me hard and fast,” I breathed, as he worked my nipples slowly. His hands were deliriously good, and despite my expectation, he was in no hurry.
“I’ve imagined this moment for most of my life, Madi. I’m not in a rush to make it end.”
“Asshole,” I breathed.
“I’ll play with that too.”
My entire body flushed. “Just how kinky are you?”
“You should’ve asked that question before you agreed to be mine.”
A laugh escaped me, and it became a moan when his mouth covered one of my nipples, sucking lightly.
His lips were hot, but soft. The thumb he had working my other nipple grew rougher, slowly.
I was panting when his mouth moved to the other side, leaving his thumb to tease my swollen, oversensitive skin.
“Think you can come from nipple play alone?” His voice was playful, but I could tell he was serious. The way his lips brushed my nipple when he spoke made me desperate.
