Chapter 29 #3
Then he stopped, and I lifted my head to beg, to plead for him to keep touching me, but halted when he gripped my hips.
Guiding me, he lifted me up, and I stared down at him, waiting as he took his cock in hand and put it between my legs.
Yes, yes, yes. My excitement throbbed as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the hot tip of him against my slick opening.
Electric tingles cascaded down my spine and around my belly, deep in my sex.
Brodan grasped my hip, fingers clenching into my skin, while he cupped my right breast with his other hand and squeezed. I gasped at the overwhelming, thick sensation of him as I lowered.
The coiling tension left over from my last orgasm teetered me on the edge of coming again.
I cried out and clung to his shoulders as I rose and plunged back down.
Brodan’s grip tightened as I rode him for what only felt like seconds before my climax tore through me, my inner muscles rippling, tugging, and drawing Brodan deeper.
Shuddering, my hips jerking, my abs spasming, I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on.
He rested his forehead against mine, his shoulders moving up and down with his excitement.
As the last of the tremors passed, I felt the overwhelming fullness of him inside me and knew I wasn’t done. Oh my God. The man was turning me into a sex fiend.
Flushing, I lifted my head to see his reaction, and the firestorm of desire in his eyes made my inner muscles pulse around him.
Brodan grunted at the feeling and then said, voice hoarse, “Do you know how hard it was not to come with you?”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked against his soft lips.
In answer, Brodan stood up with me wrapped around him, and then turned to drop us on the bed, me on my back. The motion made him drive deep inside me, and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brodan murmured thickly and then wrapped his hands around my wrists and pinned them to the bed at either side of my head.
His control snapped.
He thrust into me. Hard.
“Oh, God!”
Satisfaction blazed in his eyes as he moved inside me. I wanted to feel him; I wanted to grip his ass in my hands and feel it clench and release with each stroke, but he held me down.
That only excited me more.
The tension built in me again with every thick drag of him in and out.
His drives came faster, harder. Then he released my wrists, but only so he could get up on his knees.
Grabbing my legs, he spread me wider and tilted my hips up off the bed, his fingers biting into the back of my thighs.
Then he pumped inside me even faster, harder.
His hips snapped against mine as his features strained taut with desire.
His gaze dragged over my body, watching my breasts shake and tremble with the force of his thrusts, and I saw his expression darken with pure lust. The sight of him above me, between me, fucking me like he couldn’t get enough, was my undoing.
I shattered again. The exquisite feel of my muscles milking Brodan’s cock prolonged my climax. I shuddered and shivered beneath him, gasping and panting in disbelief as the sensation rolled through me.
“Fuck, Sunset. Fuck!” Brodan’s grip on my thighs was almost painful as he pulled me tighter against him and let go. I felt his cock swell inside me and contract as he climaxed, throbbing and pulsing, his long groan almost animalistic as he shuddered through the release.
His grip on me eased as he panted for breath, his gaze meeting mine in shattered awe.
I understood completely.
He gently pulled out of me, and I hissed at the sensation, feeling a slight twinge.
“You all right?” He poised above me, concern etched into his relaxed features.
“I don’t know,” I whispered back. “I think you’ve ruined sex for me with anyone else forever.”
He grinned, slow, languorous, sexy as he pushed between my spread thighs and leaned over me. The damp skin of his hard stomach brushed against mine as he cupped me possessively between my legs. “Good. Because this is mine now.”
I smirked against his lips. “Does that kind of talk work with other women, Brodan Adair?”
A hard glint entered his eyes. “I’ve never said or wanted to say it to another woman.”
“Well, let me educate you,” I murmured sleepily, wrung out from the most amazing orgasms of all time. “What you’re petting with your hand right now belongs only to me. But since you just pleasured the life out of me, I’m willing to maybe, possibly, offer co-ownership. Sixty–forty, perhaps.”
Brodan barked a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s good to hear because my dick just experienced a version of heaven it didn’t know existed until now, and we’re both feeling quite attached.”
“It wasn’t just me, then. That was …” I had no words.
“Fucking epic,” Brodan supplied, and he kissed me hungrily. When he released me, he murmured, “I’m going to deal with this condom, then we’ll sleep. You’re going to need your rest because I don’t plan to let you out of this bed for the next week.”
I got out of bed with him to clean up, and he grinned at me in the bathroom mirror the whole time.
It was surreal. There was a giddiness in me, like I was a teenager again.
But I could feel the dark murmur of fear hovering in the background of my thoughts.
Brodan didn’t seem to share the same fears, which surprised me, considering how terrified he’d once been of commitment.
Instead, he took me by the hand, led me back to the bedroom, and helped me draw on a nightie because I didn’t like sleeping naked.
We were just about to climb into bed when he said, “Shit. I forgot to give you your present.”
“Oh, that does—”
But he was already hurrying out of the room and downstairs. Seconds later, I heard him ascending, and then he was there in nothing but his boxer briefs with a long velvet jewelry box in hand.
Oh my.
“Brodan …”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, cuddling me into his side as he held out the box. “Merry Christmas, Sunset.”
“But …” My hand hovered over the black velvet. “I … I only got you aftershave.”
Brodan shook against me with laughter. “Just open it.”
With butterflies rioting in my belly, I took the box and pried it open.
Surprise, awe, then tenderness filled me.
Lying on the black velvet was a thin gold chain with a gold pendant.
But not just any pendant. It was a circle, the lower half a solid gold, the upper laser cut to resemble a sun and its rays as it set on the horizon.
In the center of the sun was a cluster of small diamonds. It was modern and unusual.
And so meaningful.
“It’s a sunset,” I whispered, gently touching the metal as my vision blurred.
“I bought it the day after I confronted your mum about my letter,” Brodan confessed. “I wanted to believe that we’d be in a place I could give this to you on Christmas Day.”
I smiled up at him, blinking back my tears. “I love it. It’s perfect. Thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Thank you, my love.”
For a moment, I could only stare at the necklace, still discombobulated by all that happened between us in the last few weeks alone. Brodan chuckled and took the necklace from me, setting it down on my bedside table. “You can look at it in the morning. Let’s get some sleep.”
I nodded, dazed.
Once in bed, we spooned in the dark of the room, no sound around us except for our gentle breathing.
Brodan’s arm wrapped tightly around me, his hand resting between my breasts. I covered his with mine and closed my eyes, deciding to accept the unbelievable night. To not overthink it.
To just take pleasure in sleeping with the man I’d dreamed of sleeping with for too many years to count.