Chapter 14
Fourteen
GENEVIEVE
G enevieve wanted Brendan badly, and she prayed he wasn’t questioning that. Quill didn’t trust her—that much was clear—and after revealing her shifty past and putting Brendan in danger, how could she blame him? But she didn’t need to prove to Quill that forever was on her mind—she needed to prove it to Brendan. Somehow, she’d get the message across… She wasn’t a player, and she didn’t want anyone but him.
If she didn’t stake her claim, some other woman would, and there was no way on earth she’d let that happen. With that thought in mind, Genevieve grabbed Brendan’s hand and tugged him into the master bedroom.
“Brendan,” she breathed into his ear, unbuckling his slacks, “the things I’m going to do to you will bring you to your knees.”
His warm brown eyes popped open, sparking with hunger. “Genevieve, I…I… Are you sure?”
So damn cute! “Gen,” she whispered.
“What?”
“You can call me Gen sometimes too. Genevieve sounds so formal even to me.” She unzipped the side of her lavender gown and let it drop to the floor, standing before him in her skimpy white lace bra and panties.
His jaw dropped open. “My god,” he whispered, “you’re so unbelievably gorgeous. Stunning…a goddess.”
“Say that again.”
“Which part?”
“Whichever you want.”
“You’re so unbelievably gorgeous, Gen.”
She nodded, quirking her lips. “So are you. Just so you know, because it’s important to me that you do, I haven’t had sex in over two years, and I hope you’re the last man I ever touch.”
Brendan’s breath caught, a pleased smirk lighting up his features. “I hope you’re the only woman I ever touch,” he whispered fiercely before wrapping her in his arms and crashing his mouth down on hers with a confidence she didn’t expect. She went weak in the knees, her core aching for him while he backed her up onto the bed.
She scooted back across the fluffy goose-down comforter to the headboard, making sure her body was on full display. “Clothes off, please,” she demanded.
Brendan shed his shoes, socks, dress shirt, and slacks, leaving only his silky black boxers. He kneeled before her, waiting for her to take the lead.
“Boxers, too.”
He nodded and ripped them off, his cock jutting out hard and proud. “Show me what you want me to do, Gen.”
She slowly slipped off her panties and bra, his heated eyes following the movements, and crooked her finger, beckoning him forward. “Touch me. Explore.”
With husky breaths, Brendan clambered up next to her. He glided his tentative hands across her stomach and slowly up to her chest.
“Beautiful,” he whispered thickly .
He kneaded her breasts, earning a pleased moan from her before teasing her nipples with the tips of his fingers. Her breathing intensified, and sexy sounds she’d never made with any other man poured out of her.
“Brendan, kiss me. Please .”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
He bent his head down and peppered gentle kisses across her breasts, finally drawing one of her hardened peaks into his mouth.
“Yes,” she begged, “that’s it, more.”
He suckled her nipple thoroughly and moved to the other, swirling his tongue over the sensitive tip. Her core pulsed with need. Virgin, really? My god, his tongue was like nothing she’d ever experienced. So sensual, sweet, and sophisticated—so attentive.
She guided his hand down her stomach to her folds and rubbed his fingers against her clit.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his husky voice undoing her. “Are you hungry for me, Gen?”
A whimper escaped her lips. “You’re not a virgin, you liar.”
He chuckled. “You like it when I talk dirty.”
“Yes, Brendan, test me. Don’t hold back with me ever.”
“Spread your legs for me.” He nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “I won’t be able to hold back long, no matter how confident I seem.” He molded his mouth to hers and groaned, massaging her clit with gentle strokes. “Fuck, baby, you feel like silk.”
Genevieve let loose a raspy moan at his words and erupted with an unexpected orgasm, shattering beneath the glide of his secretively masterful fingers.
Brendan’s eyes widened before a cocky grin spread across his face.
Her mouth parted open in surprise. She’d never come that quickly before, and for some reason, his reaction spurred a challenge within her. Two could play—he had no idea what she could do to him. After the clouds dispersed, she flipped over and pushed him down with her palm. She slithered her chest down his body, savoring his convulsive gasps at the sensual scrapes of their skin. Eyeing him mischievously, she sucked his rock-hard cock into her mouth.
Brendan hissed out a breath. “Oh my god. Gen, I…Gen,” he pleaded, “slow, baby, please. I’m…” His words trailed off with a sexy, almost pained groan.
She silked her lips down his shaft and back up, swirling her tongue underneath his length in rapid circular motions.
Brendan gripped his hands in her golden-brown waves, trying to pull her up. “Gen, please, baby,” he begged, “I’m going to…I’m going to…please…” With more force, she pumped her mouth down to the base of his shaft, teasing the soft flesh beneath it with her fingertips. “Gen,” he shouted and convulsed, exploding into her mouth. After a few shaky breaths, he whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”
She drew back and swallowed, holding his eyes. “For what? That was hot.”
“I was trying to warn you I was going to come, but I lost control. I’m so?—”
She placed her fingers over his lips. “You don’t ever have to warn me or apologize. I love that you couldn’t hold back. Why do you think I didn’t stop? It turns me on. I didn’t warn you that I was going to come.”
“That’s different.”
“Not to me.”
“If you say so.” He let out a strangled laugh. “As long as you’re good with it, I’m a happy man.”
Genevieve rubbed her hands over his muscled abs. Damn! If he went around shirtless for the next several days, she wouldn’t complain. “You know, happy man,” she said, a teasing inflection in her tone, “you’re still a virgin.”
Brendan chuckled and released a content sigh. “That was perfect for tonight. I’m in no hurry. Holding you in my arms alone is enough of a dream.”
“Mm,” she moaned and burrowed into his side.
He brushed his fingers through her hair, exploring the curve of her back and hips with his other hand.
She smiled, loving the gentle way he caressed her and continued stroking his pecs.
Kissing her forehead, he tentatively asked, “Is it okay that I called you baby?”
“Loved it.”
“Good. I just…” Hesitating, he sighed. “I hate to bring this up, but it’s on my mind.”
“Talk to me, Brendan. I’m not shy.”
“I just don’t ever want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Especially since your past relationship appeared extremely controlling, manipulative, and?—”
“It’s only ever you and me when we’re together.” She shifted her chin and looked him firmly in the eyes. “I want my past in my past. If I’m struggling with something, I’ll let you know, and I hope you’ll do the same. I don’t want you to treat me differently because your mind is on how I was treated by him. I want you bold, confident, and most importantly, I want you to be you .”
“So do I,” he whispered. “I want you to be you too, Gen, and if that means we need to have difficult conversations, then don’t hesitate. You can call me out on anything, anytime. Nothing is okay with me if it isn’t okay with you.”
“In that case,”—she thumped his chest with the back of her index finger—“I don’t want you risking your life for me again.”
“As long as yours isn’t in danger, we won’t have a problem.” His voice darkened. “If yours is, then I can’t promise anything.”
“Way to let me call you out,” she mumbled, half-amused, half-perturbed. “We’re off to a great start.”
He scoffed a laugh. “Then allow me to rephrase… You can call me out on anything, anytime, as long as you’re safe.”
“Ditto,” she returned, grinning against his pec.
He tensed, tightening his arms around her. “I think I’m entitled here to use one of your phrases, Genevieve. Like hell. You’re not risking your life for me.”
“Back to being Genevieve already, am I?”
“Gen, that’s not…I’m not okay with?—”
She placed a hand over his mouth. “I’m too tired to settle this tonight. Good night, sweet man.”
His lips moved beneath her hand as he responded, “You better believe we will settle it. This discussion isn’t over. I want you safe.”
Genevieve yawned. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes against his chest.
“I felt that,” he grumbled.
A giggle drifted out of her. Exhausted and satiated, she burrowed even deeper into the crook of his arm and fell asleep content for the first time in years.