Chapter 28
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My man.
Her man. Hers, hers, hers. It’s the most important title I think I’ve ever had.
Would bet money on nothing ever coming close to it.
Hit me like a pair of hooves to the chest that day in the stables, but it had been brewing long before that.
My feelings are so prominent they have a heartbeat of their own, thumping in time with the one in my chest.
Her perfume floods my senses, drowning out the room, the white marble tiles and constant drip of one of the sink taps. Even the lingering ache in my throat fades, my voice weak enough that one song took more out of me than recording all damn day used to.
Our mouths move in time, both of us famished for more. More of this connection that can’t seem to stop zapping between us. I tangle our tongues before nipping at the soft cushion of her bottom lip, swallowing her surprised moan.
Anna’s nails scratch at my scalp, the grip on my hair her anchor as she tugs me closer, allowing me to devour her mouth with a vigour that she returns with equal force.
A sharp possessiveness thrums through me, urging me to bring her even closer, to tuck her into my chest and keep her there forever.
Never loved the feeling of a woman in my arms as much as I do this one.
That thought drives me as I drop my hold on her and shrug off my suit jacket.
Wide brown eyes watch my every move, lust blown as they trace the lines of my arms and shoulders, even lingering on my hands as I fist the jacket before laying it flat on the counter behind her.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that and it’ll give me a complex,” I warn before grabbing her by the waist and perching her on top of my jacket.
“Looking at you like what?”
Her swollen lips part as she stares, the counter levelling our height difference so I don’t have to crane my neck when I kiss her again, letting the taste of her fill my mouth. Soft and sweet and mine, a heady combination I want to drink down for the rest of my days.
I drag the length of my nose down over her cheek and along the underside of her jaw, scraping the smooth, pale skin with my beard. Inhaling, I palm her thighs, just above her knees, before spreading them enough to wedge myself between them.
“Like you want to lay claim to me,” I groan, curling my fingers in the heavy silk of her dress. It falls open at the movement, and a glance down at her lap has my cock kicking in my slacks.
She sucks in a breath that draws my eyes from the bare expanse of thigh exposed from the high slit of her dress and back up to her deep brown ones. “I do. So, so badly.”
A deep, purely animal noise escapes me at her confidence. Her teeth pull at her bottom lip, sinking deep into it before my thumb is there, untucking it. I pinch it between my fingertips and tug, rolling the soft plushness until it reddens the colour of a fresh-picked raspberry.
“Go ahead. I’m aching to do the same fuckin’ thing.”
I barely get the words out before she’s grasping at my button-up and popping the remaining buttons open with a surprising amount of skill.
Inch by inch, she exposes my chest, leaving the bottom few buttons closed before grabbing my hair again, forcing our lips back together.
I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop the exploration of my hands either, not as they cup her thighs and her waist and then her thighs again, gripping higher this time.
She’s hot to the touch, burning with the same desire I feel deep in my belly.
“Do it,” she gasps, peeling our lips apart to arch her neck, offering it to me.
“Tell me to stop at any time, Anna. I mean it. Refuse to cross any lines with you, but I have to touch you now. Can’t wait any longer.”
I’m half out of my mind, all the blood in my body running south to the rigid length of me. I’m behaving like a caveman, but she goes soft in my arms, melting like butter in a microwave.
“Yes, Brody. Please.”
She spreads her thighs as far as they’ll go in the confines of her dress, and I take the offering like the greedy, desperate man I am.
Finding the bottom hem of her dress, I grip it tight and glide it up her thighs, trying to steady the excited shake of my fingers as they scrape along the length of smooth, delicate skin.
I grind my teeth together, damn near close to blowing at the feel of her alone.
“So soft,” I breathe. The higher I climb, the hotter she gets. “So hot and smooth.”
She hums low in her throat, forehead falling forward to rest on my chest so she can watch as I explore. “You forgot something.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” I still my hand, waiting for the answer. Nothing prepares me for it.
“Soft, hot, smooth, and very, very wet.”
“ Christ ,” I hiss, throat growing tighter and tighter.
I’m burying my face in her throat and sucking the skin into my mouth before I can think twice about it.
Pushing my hand higher up the inside of her thigh, I bypass the thin barrier of her panties and delve my fingers through the wet skin I find waiting for me.
She whimpers, stifling a cry while leaning back on the counter and tipping her head back.
Chest arched, she presents her covered breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples to the ceiling.
I’m quick to stroke her slippery pussy while freeing her tit from its place in her dress and taking her nipple between my lips.
Twirling my tongue around it, I watch her from beneath my lashes, taking in her every reaction to my touch, searching for what she likes best. The first brush of my thumb over her clit makes her jump, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.
I do it again, just once, before circling her entrance with a careful finger, exploring softly.
“More,” she gasps, hips shifting into my touch.
I hover my teeth over her nipple and apply gentle pressure, a warning. “Don’t rush me. Want to explore you and learn what makes you scream. What will have you drippin’ down my wrist.”
“Brody.”
It’s the most beautiful my name has ever sounded.
“Been a long time comin’, baby. I want to devour you.”
“So devour me. I don’t need slow. I need to come so bad after all the teasing you’ve done these past few days.”
My patience slips further and further with each pleaded word, but I tighten my hold on it.
Laving at her nipple with my tongue, I twist my wrist and cup her pussy, feeling the slick coating my palm.
Applying pressure to her clit, I slide one finger inside her hot hole, reeling at the tight grip that meets me.
“Yes, yes,” she chants, pushing up on her hands, feeding me more of her nipple. I release it and trail kisses between her breasts and over to the next, paying it the same attention. “So good!”
“Fuck yeah it is.”
Her hips swirl, so I add another finger before beginning to fuck her with them. In and out while increasing the pressure of my palm and twirling my wrist. She coats my fingers with her desire, growing louder with each thrust inside.
“I make you come, Anna, you’re mine. No more goin’ in circles. You’ll be my woman.”
Her eyes focus on me, bright and clear. I swallow, meeting her stare with equal sincerity.
Every move on my fingers inside of her makes her clench, quivering with the tease of an orgasm.
The power that gives me is better than any high I’ve ever felt.
More fulfilling than every scream in a crowd of thousands.
“Tell me you understand me. Let me give you that relief,” I beg, curling my fingers on every thrust.
“I’ve wanted to be yours for weeks. Take me,” she breathes, exposing so much of herself to me with just a few words.
I break.
My patience snaps.
I’m on her quick, savaging her mouth and throat and chest until I’m sure she’ll bear my marks in the morning. Wet pools on my knuckles before the first drip falls from my wrist. I groan, thrusting my fingers faster and harder, filling the bathroom with her pleasure.
Her tiny hands wrap around my neck, holding me in place as the dam breaks and she comes all over my hand, pussy squeezing tight around my fingers, clit pulsing against my palm. Each cry that slips from her swollen, red lips strokes my balls, driving me further out of my mind.
By the time she quiets, I’m blowing harsh breaths from my nose in an attempt to calm down. Every inch of my skin is sensitive, the hand moving down my chest, lingering over my sternum, almost too much. But I don’t brush it aside. I cover it with mine instead.
“Hope you know what it means to be mine, Buttercup,” I warn lightly, half out of breath.
“I could say the same thing. I’m not an easy woman.”
I slip my fingers free and keep my eyes on her, ensuring she’s snared in my gaze before lifting them to my mouth and sliding them knuckle-deep. Her taste explodes in my mouth, and the groan that follows is pure and honest, turning her cheeks pink.
After sucking my fingers clean one final time, I release them and tuck some hair behind her ear, stroking her cheekbone. “Never liked easy.”
“I get jealous. Often. I hate shaving my legs and avoid it at all costs. There’s an entire drawer in my nightstand that’s full of candy and chocolate bars because I’m a late-night snacker, and finally, I turn into a massive bitch when I’m on my period,” she rambles, hands still clasped around my neck, hanging at the base.
I chuckle, resting our foreheads together again. Our lips are a breath apart, but neither of us closes that final distance. Not yet.
“Before tonight, I wouldn’t have considered myself a jealous man, but one look at you out there and I knew I would have fought every single person who thought to come up and ask you to dance.
Body hair hasn’t ever bothered me. You already know I prefer salty to sweet, so as long as you make a bit’a room for me in that drawer of yours for some chips, we’ll be peachy.
I grew up around stallions and bulls, so trust that I can weather a few days of attitude while you’re hurtin’. ”
I’m confident I’d have an answer for every argument she threw at me. Anna’s mine, no doubt about it. I’m positive I’m making the right choice here.
There’s a lot that’s going to come next, decisions that have to be made and important speeches to be given, but for right now, right here with this gorgeous woman in my arms, her staring at me like I’m the goddamn king of her heart, body, and soul, nothing else matters. Only this.
“There’s not a damn thing you could say that would change my mind,” I declare.
She twists her lips deviously. “You know what this means, right?”
“Tell me,” I murmur, my eyelids drooping, lips brushing hers.
“I’m going to need my own pair of cowgirl boots now. Since I’m going to be spending so much time with you at the ranch and all.”
Her cheek-splitting smile steals the breath straight out of my lungs.
“You’ll send me to an early grave in a pair of your own boots, Anna. But fuck if I’m not going to take you shopping anyway.”