Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
“Kiss me, Damien.”
I almost growled, needing her mouth on mine.
The urge to surge forward was strong, but I wouldn’t do it unless she really wanted me too.
My hands found her hips and dragged her flush against me.
“You sure about this, Bri? Because I mean it. I’m done hiding us.
You’re mine, and I want everyone to know it. ”
She nodded, her eyes darting down to my parted lips. “Yes, Damien. I’m sure. Pretty sure I’ve wanted this since the night at Parker’s.”
“Thank fuck.”
I didn’t waste another breath before claiming her lips.
It was a furious claiming, filled with all the missed moments her lips had been forbidden territory.
Teeth and tongues clashed, each of us desperately searching for more of the other’s taste.
Brianna’s lips were what I dreamt about—sweetness in the most tempting package.
If this were to be my downfall, I’d happily go, letting her lead me into the abyss.
We remained in the doorway, and that wouldn’t do. I needed her, needed her laid out against the sheets, to see every reaction reflecting at me in her hazel irises, already blown wide from our lust.
I lifted Brianna, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, encircling me tight. I almost combusted when she rubbed herself against my hard cock, and it took every ounce of mental willpower not to blow my load right then and there.
When I dropped her onto the bed, I took a moment to study her, thanking every one of my lucky stars we’d stumbled together.
I couldn’t even imagine what my life would have been like if our paths hadn’t crossed, if I’d never gotten to have Brianna like this.
My mouth watered as my hands wrapped around her jean-clad calves, ravenous for a taste of her.
I needed her release on my tongue. Brianna seemed just as eager, tossing off her shirt and pulling her jeans down her toned legs.
As soon as she was bare in front of me, I sucked in a sharp breath, taking in the sight.
Her long, tanned legs folded onto the comforter, made all the longer by the high cut of the opaque thong covering her core.
Lace lined the bustier that pushed up her breasts, small pearls and other details making Brianna look like an image pulled from my darkest desires.
As I traced the seams with my fingers, Brianna smirked up at me. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I chuckled. “Not even close. You look like a fallen angel, Brianna.”
“And that’s a good thing?”
“It’s fucking perfect,” I hissed as my finger stroked the center of her panties. The dampness made me smile, knowing I wasn’t the only one suffering tonight. “But you don’t need to dress up for me, Bri. I want you just as you are.”
“I know,” she quietly admitted, her voice barely over a whisper, “which made me want to do it even more. I like being sexy for you, Damien. Like the way your eyes light up when I’m bare in front of you. Like that you’re in awe of me.”
“I am,” I growled, crawling over her. “But it has nothing to do with your body. I’m blown away by your heart, how fucking kind you are. And your brain, Bri. It fucking turns me on so much…”
“Damien…” Brianna said, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek.
As her hazel eyes met mine, it flayed all my senses, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Every day, I wake up so fucking grateful I walked into that Dallas bar, that you asked me into your room—into your life. Maybe it’s too soon to tell you all this, but I don’t want to hold back with you, Bri.
Make whatever rules you want; I’ll follow them all.
But I’m done pretending you don’t mean the world to me. ”
Brianna stared up at me, a mixture of fear and excitement reflecting in her eyes. She traced my lower lip with her thumb. I shivered under her touch, wanting so much more from her. “You mean the world to me too,” she quietly admitted, her voice straining to get the words out.
With no further thought, I surged forward, capturing her lips again. As her tongue brushed against mine, I hated myself for denying this for so long. Brianna’s lips were heaven, a place a sinner like me had no right to enter. I took it anyway.
Despite the force it took, I pulled away, searching Brianna’s gaze.
But she reached up, cupping my neck to pull my lips back to hers.
It was no longer the desperate ones we’d shared when we walked into this room.
Now, they were slower, savoring instead of dominating, like a quiet submission of what we’d been to something new.
My lips trailed down her jaw, nipping at her neck. “Tell me what you want, Bri. Anything, and it’s yours.”
“I want you inside me,” she sighed, her legs opening so I could settle between her hips.
“I should make you wait,” I teased as I toyed with her nipples through the sheer fabric. “After all, you tormented me all night, being so close and not letting me touch you.”
“Please, Damien,” Brianna pleaded, arching her back to deepen my touch. “I need you.”
“You have me.”
I reached up, sliding my hands around her back.
As I pulled her to my chest, Brianna’s finger traced my jaw, smiling softly as she took me in.
The tender gesture made me lean in and capture her lips in a searing kiss, needing more of her flavor on my tongue.
Reaching down, I slid the flimsy panties off her legs and tossed them over my shoulder.
I toyed with the seams of the top. “Tell me how to get this off you, Bri. Need it gone, and it's taking everything in me not to rip it.”
She chuckled as she sat up and toyed with the clasps behind her.
As soon as the fabric fell away, I sucked in a sharp breath, still not used to seeing her like this—bare, bold, and so fucking perfect for me.
I climbed over her, letting my hands explore every inch of her silken skin.
She tugged at the hem of my shirt, silently begging me to remove it.
I smirked as I pulled it away, leaving us chest to chest.
Unlike in the past, when we both rushed toward bliss, we stayed there for a moment, our hands exploring, unhurried with our languid touches. I leaned down and kissed her lips, unable to stop. As Brianna shifted underneath me, my tip prodded her entrance, desperate to push inside her warmth.
“Shit,” I hissed. “Need a condom.”
As I pulled away from her, Brianna’s hands gripped my arms. “Are you okay if we don’t use one?
” My eyes widened as I took her in. Brianna paled, mistaking the look on my face for anything other than excitement.
“Never mind. I was just thinking, I’m on birth control and got tested after Todd left. There’s been no one else since you—”
My mouth sealed over Brianna’s, cutting off her nervous ramblings. “Fuck, angel. I’d give anything to be bare inside you. They have us run a full panel before every season, and my results came back clear.” I lowered my forehead down to hers. “I’ve never gone without one before.”
She searched my gaze. “Not even with your ex?”
I shook my head. “She never offered, and I didn’t want to force her into anything, but I want to do this with you, Bri. I want you to strangle my cock with nothing between us.”
Brianna smiled up at me. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Her legs wrapped around my waist, urging me forward.
I shifted to get closer to her, testing her with my fingers to make sure she was ready to take me.
Dampness soaked my hand as I explored her; she was as desperate for me as she claimed.
I moved my hands away, but not before sucking her essence off my fingers.
I lined up my cock with her entrance and used my fingers to brush her hair from her face.
“Last chance to change your mind, angel.”
“Fuck me, Damien,” Brianna pleaded. “I need you so much. Make me yours.”
As soon as the words left her lips, I surged forward, trying to get most of my length inside her tight heat.
Brianna’s nails gripped my back as I pushed forward, slowly finding a pace that suited both of us.
But like our shared kisses, there was nothing rushed about my movements.
Instead, I savored each thrust, studying Brianna as I moved against her, cataloged her noises, which angle made her eyes roll into the back of her head, what made her walls clench around my cock.
I committed all of her to memory.
“Damien,” Brianna moaned, her eyes shutting tight as she climbed closer to the edge. I reached up, placing my hand around the delicate curve of her neck. Without adding too much pressure, I directed her gaze back to mine. “Eyes on me, angel. Need you to remember who’s making you feel this way.”
“It’s you,” she gasped, twisting her hips as my movements slowed, trying to chase her high. “God, it’s only ever been you.”
“Damn straight,” I said, nipping at the curve of her lower lip. “And don’t you dare forget it. You’re mine, Bri.”
Her hazel eyes went wild at my words, a sharp contrast to the way her pussy gripped me. She tried to shut her eyes, but I refused to let her, instead capturing her lips and stealing the moan off her tongue. “Are you mine, angel?”
Brianna nodded. “Fuck. Yes. I’m yours, Damien. Please, please make me come.”
“Anything for you.”
I leaned back on my haunches, dragging her hips to meet mine and slamming inside her.
As Brianna’s back bowed off the bed, my thumb found her swollen clit, pressing deep circles to match my frantic thrusts.
She gasped and stared up at me, her pouty mouth forming a perfect circle. “Say it, Damien. I need to hear it.”
“I’m yours, angel,” I said as I kept up my brutal pace. “And you’re so fucking mine.”
My truth sent her hurtling over the edge, crashing into her orgasm with a vicious roar.
Brianna’s nails raked down my back, pulling me closer than ever before.
But I hardly felt the pain, too busy surrendering to the sensations surrounding me.
As she relaxed against the pillows, my release poured out of me, coating Brianna’s walls with my cum.
When it finally slowed, I inched back, loving the way it spilled out of her onto the pale sheets surrounding us.
After I flopped back onto the pillows, I pulled Brianna against my chest. We were both slick with sweat, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when she’d just destroyed all my brain cells. Instead, I just held her, running my fingers through her brunette waves.
“That was incredible,” Brianna said, exhaustion making her words mumbled.
“Yeah, it was.”
There was so much more I wanted to say—so many more words I wanted to give Brianna.
Truth be told, every moment I spent with her was better than the last. Since we’d met, she’d climbed under my skin, and I had no interest in digging her out.
This woman owned me, and for the first time in my life, I was happy to hand over control.
The past decade of my life had been amazing.
Getting to play ball in the major leagues was a gift—one I was determined to keep every single day—but spending this time with Brianna made me realize how much I’d forsaken in the name of the game.
And while I might have made mistakes in my past, ones that cost me more than I even thought possible, I refused to lose this woman in front of me.
Because she was quickly becoming my everything.
A bunch of words rushed through my mind, ones I had no right to say to her just yet, emotions that had started to build but didn’t dare bring up to her.
But they repeated in my brain like an anthem.
Mi amor, mi vida, mi alma. All names that would have flown off my tongue if Brianna was ready to hear them.
Brianna drifted off to sleep in my arms, and I stayed up to watch her, unable to close my eyes just yet.