Chapter 14 Dani #2
He groaned low in his chest, the vibration sparking through me, then moved back to the other breast, lavishing the same slow attention until I was writhing beneath him.
His hand splayed across my belly, thumb brushing along the small curve that cradled our daughter while his mouth dragged me higher and higher.
“Fuck, Dani. You’re so perfect like this,” he rasped against my skin. “Soft, sweet, swollen with my baby. These tits—”
He nipped my nipple lightly with his teeth and I nearly screamed.
“—are mine now.”
Something snapped in him then. The patience, the care, the restraint—it all went up in flames.
He pushed up onto his knees and stripped off his T-shirt.
I barely had time to take in the hard lines of his torso, the tattoos spanning his arms and neck, and the light dusting of hair that disappeared into his waistband before his mouth was on mine again, his hand cupping the back of my neck.
We both reached for the buckle of his belt, shoving at his jeans and boxer briefs. Finally, he kicked them the rest of the way off and climbed over me, pressing me into the mattress.
But this time, it was my turn.
Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was the weeks of pent-up wanting, but I wasn’t about to let him think he had all the control.
“I want to be on top,” I demanded, pushing at his shoulders until he sat up. I shoved him back against the pillows, the surprise in his eyes only fanning the fire in my chest. His cock was throbbing, leaking against my thigh, and I wrapped my hand around him with a deliberate squeeze.
“Dani—” he groaned, head lolling back.
“You and that perfect cock of yours broke me, Brooks.” I swung a leg over him, straddling his hips. “Nothing else will do—my fingers, my vibrator, my favorite alien tentacle dildo.”
“Your what?”
“None of them are good enough. I need your cock.”
“Fuck, kitten.”
I rocked forward, letting him glide through the slickness between my thighs, teasing the head of his cock over my clit. He grunted, his hands coming up to palm my bare ass. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
I smiled against his lips and reached back to stroke him again. He was so thick and long, his length spanning the width of my palm.
I wanted him inside me.
Now.
With another rock of my hips, he notched himself at my entrance, and my breath caught. We both watched, transfixed, as I lowered myself onto him. There was no suppressing my moan when he slipped inside, one inch at a time.
Slowly, so slowly, I rolled my hips and rose up, feeling every inch of him drag against my walls. I sank back down, taking him deeper this time. His hands flew to my hips, fingers biting into my skin hard enough to bruise.
My next tattoo, maybe?
“Fuck,” he hissed, eyes blown wide when my walls clenched around his length. “What were you just thinking about that made your pussy squeeze me like that?”
I bit my lip. “My next tattoo.”
His brows pinched together.
“Your fingermarks on my thighs.”
I didn't think his eyes could get any darker, but they did. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought my mouth to his, kissing me like a man possessed.
It was hard and fast and filthy, the kind of kiss that stole my breath and my soul and made me forget my own name.
I bit my lip, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate circle. “You like that?”
He let out a wrecked laugh. “Too much.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned forward, palms braced on his pecs, and set the pace, rising and falling, grinding down until sparks danced across my skin. He tried to thrust up, to take the rhythm back, but I pressed him flat with a smirk.
“Not this time, coach.” I panted, breathless but grinning.
“I’m dying here, kitten.” His thumbs slid up to stroke circles across my nipples, and I nearly lost it right there.
“Shut up, you love it.”
I did it again. And again, rising and falling on his cock with slow, deliberate movements, relishing the way his jaw went slack and his breath stuttered.
I rode him harder, faster, nails digging into his muscles. The sounds of skin slapping, our ragged breathing, his filthy praise, they all blurred into something primal.
“Fuck, Dani,” he growled. “You’re going to wreck me.”
“Good.” My voice was sharp, breathless, shaking with need. “I want you wrecked.”
His head tipped back against the pillows, veins straining in his neck as he tried and failed to hold back. I leaned forward until my warm breath fanned his neck.
“I want you to remember me every time you breathe.”
I bit him.
Like a fucking vampire. And apparently, Brooks had a thing for undead bloodsuckers because that was all it took to send him over the edge.
His hands flew to my hips, dragging me down harder, rougher, while his cock pulsed deep inside me. He cursed loud and raw, hips bucking once, twice before he spilled inside me, hot and endless.
I collapsed onto him, both of us panting, slick with sweat. Wrapping me up in those big, tattooed arms, he held me there like he had no intention of letting me go.
He pressed his lips to my temple, still breathless, still trembling beneath me. “Fuck, kitten,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Round one goes to you.”
I laughed weakly against his throat, still trying to catch my breath. “Round one?”
His hand slid down my spine, settling on the curve of my ass, giving it a lazy squeeze. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
I stayed draped over him, limp and buzzing, listening to the way his heartbeat thundered beneath my ear. His skin was warm and damp, carrying a salty scent mixed with the clean bite of soap and the faint spice of his cologne.
“You smell good.”
He chuckled low, his fingers combing lazily through my tangled hair. “You’re sex drunk. I smell like sweat and cum.”
“Mm, I think Gwenyth Paltrow makes a candle for that,” I muttered into his skin, smiling despite myself. “Besides, you should be thanking me for the privilege of licking my pussy.”
His laugh rumbled deeper. “Are you putting me in my place, kitten?”
“You know it.” I shifted just enough to look up at him, smirking when I caught the wrecked, satisfied look still painted across his face. “Consider it your penance.”
“For what?”
“For making me fall asleep at night thinking about you,” I said softly, more truth than I’d meant to give away.
Fucking hormones.
His grin softened into something dangerous, something that made my heart squeeze.
He kissed me once, slow and deep, before laying us down and tugging the blanket over us both.
He was still buried inside of me, and I had no doubt we were making a mess of his bed, but for once, I couldn’t be bothered to care.
Instead, I curled against him and relaxed.
Minutes ticked by in a haze of warmth, our breathing evening out, the world shrinking down to just this bed, this moment. His hand drifted lower, resting on the soft swell of my belly. I felt him go still, his thumb brushing back and forth like he was tracing something only he could see.
“We’re having a little girl,” he whispered, the awe in his voice pulling at something deep inside me.
I closed my eyes, letting the words settle over me like a second blanket. His daughter. Our daughter.
“Yeah,” I murmured, my throat thick. “We are.”
His arm tightened around me, protective and reverent, and I let myself drift off, falling asleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the promise of something more.
Something that, dare I say, might feel like forever.