Say You're Mine: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Southport Love Stories Book 4) by Sarah Brooks (reading rainbow books .txt) 📗

curtains covered the one window and there was a leather couch against the wall. The walls were a bland beige and there wasn’t much to it except for a tripod and a large ring light facing the couch.

“What do you do in here? Make porn?” I joked.

Robert’s answering laugh sounded strange. “Sometimes I make movie shorts. I’ve been doing it since college.”

“Movie shorts?” I asked.

“Oh, you know…”

“So, this tripod is for a laptop?” I stood in front of the couch and struck a pose. “I feel like I should start taking my clothes off or something.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Robert replied gruffly.

I sat down on the couch and leaned back. “So, what are these movie shorts about? Maybe we could make one together sometime.” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and then patted the couch cushion beside me. “Come here.”

“Let me show you the rest of the house.” I couldn’t get a read on his voice, but it was off. I should probably examine that a little closer, but I was feeling a surge of overwhelming horniness that came from the idea of Robert filming me.

What a turn-on.

I crooked my finger at him. “Come here, Robert.”

His handsome face heated and he stalked toward me. I turned my face up to him and he leaned down and started kissing me again. It quickly deepened and he lowered himself onto the couch, pushing me into the arm.

“You wanna get me on film,” I murmured as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

“No,” he said a little too emphatically.

“I was joking,” I assured him.

He stopped kissing me and looked down at my face, his eyes full of something I couldn’t describe. “Sky, when we’re together it’s just for us.”

I didn’t understand exactly what he meant but I didn’t have a chance to ask. We started kissing again and soon it wasn’t enough. We both needed more. We were cramped on the tiny two-person couch, so Robert stood up and removed his shirt. He did it slowly as if knowing I was watching him and enjoying every second. The man could put on a hell of a show.

Then he kneeled on the floor in front of me. He looked at me, his dark eyes burning me alive. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m more than okay,” I panted, getting impatient.

“I don’t want to rush you—”

“Rob, I’m not some silly sixteen-year-old about to lose my virginity. There needs to be less talking.”

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned but then his face grew serious. And focused. And oh my god, he had never looked sexier.

He slid his hands up my thighs until he reached the button of my jeans. He slowly, way too slowly for my liking, peeled them off my body, sucking in his breath at the sight of my brand new silk thong. I had decided it was high time I bought underwear that didn’t look like they belonged on a grandma.

“I like,” he growled, running his fingers along the seam, slipping underneath to my aching skin.

“I’m glad I have your approval,” I gasped as he slid a finger inside me. How was I so wet already? We had only just gotten started.

“Oh, I approve,” he said, his words punctuated by a groan as he slipped another finger inside, then another, stretching and filling me.

As he moved in and out he watched me, his other hand kneading my thigh. I threw my head back and spread my legs wider, giving him total access. I barely paid attention when he stopped and removed my pretty panties. But he had my attention when he placed a kiss on the back of my knee as he draped my leg over his shoulder.

He took his time tracing a line of kisses up my leg until I could feel his hot breath on my molten core. He covered me with his mouth, his tongue consuming me. I gripped his hair, holding on as he lapped me up, taking me higher and higher until I thought I was going to explode. I came so hard I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. I had never been much of a noisemaker during sex, but with Rob, I couldn’t help myself.

I was still wearing my top. My socks too, which was slightly embarrassing. But Robert didn’t seem to care. He sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth. It was such a turn-on knowing he tasted me in his mouth.

He then lifted me and brought me down on the floor. I was thankful for the plush rug beneath us, I didn’t want to lie on the hardwood. I gazed at him through heavy lids as he took off his pants and then, finally, took off his boxer briefs. When he was completely naked I could only lie there slightly in awe. His body was incredible. I mean, I had seen him without a shirt on before. But somehow, seeing all of him was something akin to a religious experience. It didn’t seem fair for a man to be that good-looking. And he was still wearing his glasses, which made him even hotter.

And then there was his...cock. I swallowed audibly. It sounded so cliche, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, and I’d watched porn before. Fucking hell, he could be in one of those cheesy pin-up calendars. I wasn’t sure I’d know what to do with all that.

I had gone completely quiet, so Robert was looking at me with concern. “Are you still sure? We don’t have to—”

“I just—” I licked my lips. “Your gargantuan, Rob. I’m just mildly intimidated.” I sounded ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop staring at his glorious, beautiful penis.

Robert looked down at himself and then back at me, giving me a saucy grin. “Don’t be intimidated, Sky. He won’t bite.”

“I hope you do though,” I purred, trying to sound seductive and most likely sounding like a bad impression of Jenna Jamison. We stared at each other for a long moment then in unison we started laughing. It