Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Claire
I wake up feeling as though my head is being hit by several large hammers at once.
“Ooh.” I wince against the bright sunshine streaming through the blinds. I’m going to replace them with the heaviest blackout curtains I can find. If only I can get out of bed.
“Claire?” A warm hand covers mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Like bells are ringing in my brain,” I say, still grimacing. I try to sit up, and fail utterly.
An arm comes around me, and I’m braced against a strong naked chest. I curl into it, hiding my face in his neck, breathing in his salt and amber scent. Bryce.
He hasn’t left my side since the accident.
He drove me home once the hospital released me, insisting on carrying me into the house.
“I have a headache, not getting married,” I’d groused. Then blushed at how that sounded. Even blushing made my head hurt. Still, I had a lucky escape. A headache for a few days is far preferable to whatever Simon had planned for me.
He’s still in hospital, his head injury a lot worse than mine, plus he needed surgery to repair the cuts on his face.
He also has someone not leaving his side, but that someone is a police officer.
As soon as he’s well enough, he’ll be charged for dangerous driving, kidnapping, assault and stalking.
There’s plenty of evidence, so I don’t think he’ll be around to bother me for a while. Good riddance, as far as I’m concerned.
“The doctor said to take ibuprofen for the pain. Can you get up or shall I bring it to you?”
“Oh, bring it please. With water. Ten tablets.” I mumble into his neck.
“Two is all you’re getting.”
I lift my head, pouting. He lands a kiss on my lips. When he pulls back, I grab him for another, my hand gliding down his muscular pecs, across his rippling abs.
“I thought you had a headache.” He stops my hand before it slips under the sheet.
“I do,” I say. “But I also have a naked Bryce in my bed.” I laugh, but it changes into a groan as my head pounds.
His hand slides over my breast, his thumb smoothing my nipple, which hardens to his touch.
“And I have a naked Claire,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine again.
My breath catches as his hand slides lower, following the curve of my waist. “Who has”—his tongue flicks into my mouth briefly—“just been in a car accident.” He pulls back, looking stern.
But stern Bryce is very hot. I lie back, pulling him with me.
“The doctor said you needed to rest.” He’s still trying to look serious, but a very stiff cock is pressing into my thigh.
“Yes,” I say, “that is true. So I should stay on my back.”
“Claire.”
“Bryce.”
“You need medicine.”
“I need you.” I slide my hands down his back, scrape my fingernails across his firm ass. I wriggle beneath him, then wince as pain pulses through my head.
“That’s it.” Bryce peels himself off me, evading my reaching hands as he gets out of bed. I watch his ass as he leaves the room, his erection leading the way. I want to put my mouth around it. My legs around it. But I also have a headache the size of a small moon.
Maybe medicine first, sex later isn’t such a bad idea. I sit up, managing to prop myself against the pillows and headboard.
Bryce returns, carrying a glass of water and two pills. His eyes widen when he sees me. I suppose I could have pulled the sheet up past my waist, but I decided not to.
“You are a tease.” He sits down on the side of the bed, handing me the glass of water and the pills. I take them, swallowing them down, my gaze on him.
“Yes, I’m afraid I am. Sorry about that.” I reach out and put my hand on his cock, which has perked up again. “Although it’s not like you’re not going to get what you want.”
He quirks an eyebrow, but his eyes are darkening. “Are you sure about this? I want you, Claire, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just take it slow. But not too slow.”
He leans in to kiss me, his mouth opening, his tongue flickering against mine. He palms my breasts, then one hand glides lower, between my thighs.
“Fuck, Claire.” It’s a whisper. His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit, and his green gaze meets mine. I slide further down against the pillows, pushing the sheet away from me. He reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom and rolling it on.
Then he lifts himself carefully onto the bed, bracing himself on his arms above me. He takes one of my hands in his, bringing it to his lips, kissing it, so gentle. He lowers his hips so they press against mine, his cockhead teasing my opening. I swear my headache already feels better.
He pushes slowly, carefully, into me. I moan.
And as he starts to move, his touch lighting fires all over my body, all I can think about is how much I want him. How much I need him.
How much I love him.
Bryce
I cannot resist her.
She owns me, body and soul.
And as she lights up beneath me, moaning, as I thrust into her slick heat, as my orgasm builds, all I can think about is how much I want her. How much I need her.
How much I love her.