Chapter 13
Ren sat in a chair by the window. He kept checking outside. Night had fallen, and Halle had been asleep for a few hours.
She was curled up on the bed, like a sleeping princess.
He blew out a breath and watched her. He’d lit a candle beside the bed, and the warm light made her skin glow. He’d been watching the steady rise and fall of her chest for a while. During her asthma attack, he’d been terrified, watching her struggling to breathe.
He could fight the bad guys, but he couldn’t fight off a damn asthma attack.
He gripped his thighs. He’d felt helpless.
Caring for someone, loving someone, left you so vulnerable. His chest tightened. It was a part of the reason he’d avoided getting too close to anyone. It was why being on the Atalanta suited him. Losing his mom and grandmother had hurt so much. They’d been gentle souls. The softness in his life.
Then they’d been gone. Stolen away by another disease he couldn’t fight.
And there was one other reason he’d avoided Halle.
He loved her.
Jesus. He loved her. Not as a family friend, or the daughter of a man he respected.
He was in love with her. With her smart mind, her kind soul, her freckles, her sweet body.
On the bed, Halle stirred and sat up. When she saw him, she smiled.
There.
That, right there, was worth everything.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
He gave her a brief nod.
She shifted again and the robe gaped, giving him a glimpse of her naked breasts. His cock twitched.
“We’re safe here?” she asked.
He nodded again.
“Good.” She held out a hand. “Come here, Ren.”
He quivered. “Why?”
“Because you’re mine. And I want you to touch me.”
Her words ignited flames inside him.
“I want you to touch me.” She shifted her shoulders and nudged the robe off. It fell to her waist. He stared hungrily at her bare breasts. The full curves, her already tight nipples.
“I want you to kiss me. I want you to spank me again, and put your fingers inside me.”
He groaned. His muscles were tense, and he felt ready to snap.
“I want you inside me, Ren. I want to feel you moving inside me.” She licked her lips. “I need to know what that feels like.”
His cock was leaking in his damn pants. A growl escaped him—wild, vicious, needy.
He surged up and strode to the bed. He yanked her to him, and slammed his mouth down on hers.
He knew he was being too rough, but she made a needy sound and desperately kissed him back. He slid his hand into her hair and forced himself to slow down a little. To savor.
Her plush mouth opened for him, the taste of her hitting him hard. So damn sweet.
Then she’d rocked against him, trying to press closer.
“Please, Ren,” she said against his lips. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
“Yes, you’re mine. All mine.” He pushed her down, and shoved the rest of the robe off her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezed, and enjoyed the weight filling his palms. He pushed them together. Fuck, he loved seeing his big, tanned hands against her golden skin.
She moaned. “That feels good.”
He rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples. She arched her body, like an offering.
Ren slid his hands down her sides, then drew traces over her belly with his fingertips. “You look like a goddess, Halle.”
“I’m not. I’m just a woman, who really, really wants you.”
Then he stroked between her legs.
Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed in the candlelight.
“So damn gorgeous.” He leaned over and put his mouth on her breast. As he sucked and tugged at her nipple, he slid a finger inside her.
She moaned for him.
“You’re tight, baby. Need to get you ready.”
She nodded. He reached for one of her hands and pulled it down between her thighs. Holding her fingers with his, they stroked her together.
She let out a soft sigh.
“You’ve touched yourself before?” he asked.
She nodded. “And thought of you. Imagined your fingers inside me. Your cock inside me.”
Hell, she was killing him. “Slide your finger inside your pussy, Halle.”
“Oh…” She blew out a breath.
Ren slid a finger in beside hers, and let his thumb brush her clit. She whimpered.
“Push in and out, nice and slow.” He helped her. “That’s the way. You’ll take my cock like that soon.”
“Yes, yes.”
He felt a hand tug on his pants. He reached out and helped her to open them. Then he straightened, and pulled his T-shirt off. “Don’t stop touching yourself.”
She was busy ripping his pants open, and a second later, she got his cock free. She dragged her free hand over it, and played with the slick pre-come at the head. Her other hand stayed buried between her legs.
He groaned and thrust against her palm.
“A part of me wants to go slow,” he growled. “To tease you, take my time.” He shook his head. “But I can’t. Not this time.”
“I want you inside me, Ren. Now. I don’t want slow. I want you.”
His chest heaved. “I don’t have a condom.”
She bit her lip. “Good.”
He groaned again.
“I’m on birth control,” she told him.
“And I’m clean. It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
He felt stripped bare. “Since I kissed you on your birthday.”
Her eyes went wide. “Ren.”
He dipped his fingers between her legs again, and stroked her slick flesh. He needed to make sure she was ready for him. He loved the way she gasped and writhed under his touch.
“I can’t wait to feel your tight, little pussy squeezing my cock.”
Her hips rocked into his touch.
“I’ve imagined it so many times.” He kicked the rest of his clothes off and covered her body with his. He shoved her thighs apart and lined his cock up. He pressed forward, until just the fat head of his cock was inside her.
Their moans mingled.
“This might hurt,” he said.
“I know. I don’t care.”
He sank in another inch. She was tight as hell, and he sucked in a quick breath. He wanted to make it good for her.
“You can take me, baby.” He pushed forward another inch. “Just a little. I’ll take it easy.”
Her hands clenched on him. “It feels good, but I’m so full. You’re so big.”
His muscles strained. He wanted to slam into her. “You can take me.” He closed his eyes, felt on the verge of coming. He fought it back.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her eyes were glazed over. She nodded at him. “Take me, Lorenzo. Give me all of you.”
With a groan, he thrust inside her.
She cried out, sucking in fast breaths as she adjusted to his size.
“Halle?” His voice was uneven. He was about to lose his mind.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
She ran her hands down his back. “You’re so deep inside me.”
“Yeah, baby. You’re stuffed full of me.”
Her fingers moved lower and gripped his ass. “Fuck me, Ren.”
“Halle.” Sensation and pure instinct took over. The need to mate and claim. He drove into her, over and over again.
Halle criedout at the way Ren filled her, moved inside her.
She loved the way he stretched her.
At first, it had felt strange, foreign. But the pressure had eased, and now she felt the pleasure.
It was just her and Ren.
Joined.
She forced her eyes open and met his gaze. Desire and need blazed through her, and she saw it echoed on his handsome face.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Halle, baby.” He pounded into her now, and she dug her fingers into his hard muscles.
The way he filled her hit places she hadn’t known existed. She felt all her muscles tensing, heat building.
He slowed his thrusts and leaned back. He looked down her body, dark desire on his face. “Look at you. Look at you take me.” He thrust forward. “Look how deep I am inside you.”
His words made her belly clench. She looked down and caught a glimpse of his thick, wet cock moving inside her.
She curled her toes and she clutched at him. She clawed at his back. “Oh, God. I…”
There was too much feeling, too much pleasure.
He groaned. “I feel you clamping down on me. You want me to come? Want me to fill you up?”
She made a desperate sound.
He groaned and slid one hand into her hair, fisting tight.
Halle’s orgasm hit in a blinding rush. She cried out his name, her vision flaring white. She felt like the pleasure was being wrenched from her soul.
Ren held her harder, fucked her harder and wilder.
“Halle, Christ, I—” His deep groan echoed in her ears.
She felt him start coming too, and it prolonged her own release. She felt him pulse inside her. Holding on tight to his broad shoulders, she watched him come. He was so beautiful. She rode through the waves of pleasure, her cries filling the room.
Finally, he collapsed on the bed beside her, and pressed his face to her neck.
Halle couldn’t talk. She felt…changed. Like she’d been pulled apart and put back together. All she could do was try and even out her breathing.
“Well, now I know why people are crazy about sex,” she said breathlessly.
He lifted his head, his dark hair tousled. “That wasn’t sex.”
She blinked. “Oh?”
“That was special.” He ran a thumb over her lips. “It’s not always like that, Halle. It’s never been like that for me before.” He rubbed her lip again. “You’re a miracle, you know that?”
She flushed.
He tapped her nose. “Wait here, and don’t move.”
He rose and headed for the bathroom.
Her gaze fell to his ass as he walked. She’d never had a thing for asses before, never got the attraction.
She bit her lip. Now she did.
Wait, were those scratches on his back? She blushed. Oh, crap, she’d done that. She wasn’t sure if she should feel bad or proud.
He returned to the bed with a warm washcloth. She flushed as he nudged her thighs apart, and cleaned her. It was so intimate.
“Sore?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“You probably will be later.”
“It was worth it.”
He rose again to get rid of the cloth. When he returned, she noticed his cock wasn’t fully soft.
Without thinking, she reached out and stroked it. He froze, and it hardened in her hand.
“Mmm.”
He closed his eyes for a second. “It gets like that around you.”
She kept stroking, exploring him. “There are more things I’ve always wanted to try.”
His face looked strained. “You should rest.”
She pulled him closer. “After.”
He released a shuddering breath. “What do you want to try?”
For a second, she felt a rush of shyness. But this was Ren and she trusted him. Just be yourself.
Every fantasy she’d had about Ren rushed through her head. Where to start?
“I want to keep stroking you until you…” She pressed the other hand to her breasts. “I…want you to come on me.”
His brown gaze flared. “Fuck.”
The raw desire in his voice made her squirm. She saw what she did to him, and it made her feel sexy.
“And I want to be on top,” she said.
“You’ll be too sore to take me again.”
“We’ll see.” She pulled him closer, then licked the head of his cock. She was rewarded with a low groan.
She’d given a couple of blow jobs in college, and hadn’t found them much fun. She enjoyed it with Ren.
His thumb slid across her jaw. “You want to suck my cock, Halle?”
“Yes.” She wanted him in her mouth again. Badly. She pressed her thighs together, and ran her hand up the length of his cock. Like the rest of him, it was long and hard.
Tilting her head back, she looked up at him.
“Damn you and your big, innocent eyes.” He gripped his cock and angled it toward her mouth. “Open up, baby.”
She opened her mouth, and he pushed past her lips. She moaned, and sucked him deep. He let out a low growl.
Something told her that she was going to enjoy this very much.