Defensive Line (The Unlovabulls #1)

Chapter Nineteen

Everything

Brody

“Ah, goddamn. Look at that.” Seeing my cock seated in her was too much. Clenching my teeth, I rolled my face to the ceiling. “You feel so damn good, darlin’.” Lily’s body was warm and so very snug. Never in my life had a woman fit me this well. Perfectly.

It took all my self-control to keep from coming when she did. Drawing me in so completely. The woman had serious strength in her inner muscles. Combined with how responsive she was, it was a miracle I hadn’t blown my load.

I wanted to taste her. To see her eyes up close when she came. Find out what made her gasp and what made her laugh. Did she have that little rough spot inside that could make her see stars? I also wanted to be privy to how her mind worked. There had been more when she told me about her mom and dad, but she held something back. I wanted everything.

What was scarier was I wanted her to know me, too. I wanted to tell her about Andra, but now wasn’t the time. Now, she wanted to be fucked and that’s what I’d do.

No matter how much she squirmed, how much I needed to move, I didn’t. She needed to adjust to my size whether she knew it or not. But she didn’t have to tell me that the softness of her thighs was made to bracket my sinewy hips. The sweet roundness to her belly would cushion my abs and ribcage. Those amazing pink nipples that were made to fit between my lips. “The way we fit...”

“I know.” Her eyes were glazed, her brows drawn together as her cheeks and neck took on a soft blush. She watched me unhindered and with absolute confidence.

Maybe she’d been right when she’d told me this was a bad idea. Because I’d never get enough of this woman. I’d never walk away. Never be satisfied with what she gave me. I needed all of her—body, mind, and most definitely heart.

And I wanted to give her all of me in return.

I was falling for Lily Costello and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.

I rolled my hips, testing the give of her body. “Jesus, the way you grip me.”

Her lips parted on a low moan. “The way you fill me. Nothing like it, baby. Nothing.”

Leaning on my forearms, I started to curl my hips back and forth in long slow strokes. Her nipples scraped against my chest. Shifting my weight to my good arm, I took one hard bead between my fingers, circled, palmed the flawless mound.

She tightened around me. “Uhn. Jesus, fuck.”

“I love that sound, baby.”

My hips surged forward.

Lily gasped as she arched against me. “Like that, Shaw? When my body tugs on yours?” Christ, she was pure temptress.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“So much. Seriously, do you work that thing out or what, because you got some grip there, Costello.”

With a sadistic grin, she flexed her muscles around my cock and pleasure shot down my spine. “Shit, Lily...”

Nails scraping down my back, she dug them into the swell of my ass. “Mmm, football butt. Best get to work, big guy. I need at least one more.”

The brazenness, the way she wasn’t afraid to tell me what she wanted—she was real. Raw. Unencumbered. So fucking hot.

Sliding my hand up, I palmed the side of her neck, my thumb sure but gentle against her throat. “Careful what you wish for.”

I thrusted in, backed out all the way to the tip and shoved forward again into her silky oblivion until I was balls deep.

And I. Did. Not. Stop. I set a quick pace, my sac drawing tight against my body, the throb in the base of my spine damn near uncomfortable while I watched her for signs that she was getting close.

“Ahh, Jesus, Shaw.”

Her pulse under my palm, I leaned into my elbow and tugged her bottom lip between my teeth. Slid my free hand down to pull her thigh further up my hip. And then I went on the hunt for that sweet spot, curling my hips with every stroke.

I knew when I found it.

Lily’s mouth fell open, her torso arched as the muscles of her sheath contracted around me. “Fuck. That’s it.” The words were a whisper. I shifted back on my heels, gripping her hips tight as I held them off the bed and pulled her against me as I pushed in. I hit that little sweet spot with each plunge.

The most satisfying moan broke from her throat.

I wasn’t gonna last. “Lily, touch yourself. Show me how you like it.” Sliding a hand down her belly, she found her hard nub and circled as I watched. “Christ.”

Then, I felt it—that slow tightening around my shaft as her mouth fell open on a wordless cry. She shattered around me. Gripping me, squeezing me as her legs shook and her body fluttered.

Fuck. That feeling, watching her come apart. She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

I buried myself deep and felt every pulse, every tug, and every millimeter I fell further for this woman.

As she came down, I was so ready to come, but with a wicked grin she sat up and pushed me backward to the bed. Her knees tight against my torso, Lily guided me inside her entrance, her skirt pooling over our joined bodies.

When she started to rock, I was lost. Lost to the warmth and sensations. Lost to the depths of her eyes and connection of us. I gripped her strong thighs, her hips as she found a rhythm that sent me right to the edge.

“Together,” I told her, as she pulled my aching dick inside of her then slid back out to the tip.

Leaning forward, her lips hovered just out of reach. “Now.”

I tugged her mouth to mine, lost myself while I arched into her. When her muscles contracted around me, I swallowed her gasp and groaned with every sharp throb of my cock inside of her. “Liliana. Jesus. It’s everything.”

“Everything,” she repeated.

The hardest orgasm of my life.

Lips brushing mine in a final kiss, she rolled to her feet with absolute grace. I pulled off the condom and knotted it while she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her hips to pool over me.

The sexy, satisfied expression was so damn perfect. Like she’d just climbed Mount Everest or slayed a dragon. With a swift move, I wrapped my arms around her knees, twisting to the side.

She landed on the bed next to me with a giggle and I had one thought.

I might love this woman.