Chapter 24 #2
My arms were shaky from the combination of supporting my weight and the trembling pleasure that radiated from my core, tiny waves overtaking me. Davis turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside before flipping me onto my back beneath him.
His hungry gaze took in my no-doubt wrecked self, boneless legs akimbo, utterly lax from my orgasm. “Is there room for one more?”
“Only if it’s you,” I said, gathering my wits enough to stroke his erection, firm and heavy. All I wanted was to feel him inside me.
He suited up in a condom, and I smiled at the sign that he took my safety seriously.
I urged him forward, pausing for a long kiss.
The sweetness of his caress, the gentle sweep of his tongue dueling mine left me dizzy with renewed longing.
I hadn’t thought it was possible to achieve my earlier level of neediness again so soon, but I ached for him to fill me.
“I want you inside me.”
“More lube first?”
“Nope, just more you.”
Davis leaned in for another kiss, a hungry growl accompanying his pounce. I melted into the sheets, letting the sexy roar stroke every nerve ending like a phantom touch.
Davis bumped against my entrance, rotating his hips in a glide that dipped into my heat, spreading my wetness and easing his way. Slick and ready, I arched beneath him, caught on the edge between need and satisfaction, aching for completion. He gripped my hips, holding me steady, and probed deeper.
“More,” I commanded, thrusting my hips forward, hoping my encouragement would tip him over the edge.
On a guttural groan, he slid home, burying himself to the hilt, the deep thrust a welcome balm to my frustration.
“Yesss…” I hissed, digging my fingers into his hips, simultaneously wanting him to move and wanting him never to leave.
I felt full. Complete. Echoes from my earlier orgasm stirred as he picked out a punishing rhythm, thrusting into me with a recklessness that drove me wild.
Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, but it was nearly impossible to focus on my own orgasm, Davis was so beautiful above me.
His icy eyes warmed with a heat that made me think of glacial hot springs, so innocent on the surface, but hot enough to melt your skin beneath.
His jaw taut, Davis seemed intent on drilling me into oblivion, every thrust designed to take me closer to the edge.
He pulled out, and I whimpered, bereft without the steady pressure of him inside me.
His hard fingers urged me to flip, tugging my hips back and nudging my thighs open.
Davis stroked his arms up over my shoulders, leaning forward until his body covered mine, our fingers entwined in the sheets above my head.
“I want to feel you like this,” he whispered against the delicate shell of my ear. “Open. Wet. Mine.”
He thrust forward, entering me again, the sound of skin on skin an erotic accompaniment to each stroke. Pinned beneath him, taking everything he gave, demanding more, I’d never felt more alive. More wanted.
I was half-aware that I expressed my appreciation at length, keeping up a steady stream of encouragement, but my words might as well have been in an alien language for all the sense I made.
Davis seemed to understand that my almost wordless approval meant to keep going and increased his pace, bringing me to the brink.
My thighs drew tight, every muscle aching as I reached for the precipice, eager to crash over it.
Davis traced kisses along my neck and over my back.
He grabbed my hips, his fingers firm but gentle enough to avoid bruising.
With the new leverage, he adjusted his angle, and my groan ended on a moan as he slid forward to the hilt, striking every sweet spot along the way, making stars bloom behind my lids.
Davis renewed his thrusting, a new urgency converting his slow strokes into staccato plunges. One large palm crossed my stomach, digging into the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, dragging the skin in slow circles that washed the world away in a rush of white light.
I shuddered out my release, Davis pounding toward his own a few moments later.
He collapsed against my back, gasping as he worked to catch his breath. His weight should have felt crushing, oppressive, but I was too boneless to care. In the aftermath of our lovemaking, I’d never felt so whole, so sexy, so me.
Davis slid to the side, pulling me into his arms, and gently pushed back a strand of hair from my face. Too wrecked to speak, I held up a palm. His throaty chuckle as we high-fived sent a fresh wave of need through me.
Davis Pruitt could be my beast anytime. I might not be able to speak tomorrow, let alone walk.
“That was pretty forking magical, Davis,” I whispered, my throat raw.
He dropped another kiss on my shoulder, hugging me tight. “Just so long as it was all rainbows and no unicorns.”
I sighed. “I might have to rethink my safe word, Davis. You’re a unicorn of a beast.”
“Thank you?” The uncertain way he said it made me chuckle.
“Definitely a compliment,” I reassured.
“Hm. Then I have a suggestion for our new safe word.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“Meatloaf.”
The way he said it, so proud of himself, I paused, sure I was missing something. “Meatloaf?”
“Because I’d do anything for love . . .”
I chuckled, loving his deep baritone, finally getting the significance of his choice. “But I won’t do that…” I sang softly.
Davis sighed next to me, the sound of his contentment triggering a yawn from me.
“Stay with me tonight?” he murmured, flipping the covers over us.
“Bigfoot couldn’t pry me away,” I promised, snuggling into his shoulder.
“Careful, Bee. I’m going to hold you to that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let you go after tonight.”
“Who says you have to?” I asked.
“I’d fight the world for what’s mine.”
I propped my head on one hand, watching him carefully. The light in his eyes added a solemnity to the vow.
“You claiming me, Davis?” I asked, a smile flirting with my lips, keeping my tone casual so I wouldn’t give away how much his answer mattered.
Everything about us felt right. I wanted to grab it with both hands and never let go. Name it. The word “love” danced on the tip of my tongue.
“I can’t share my beastly side with just anyone,” he demurred, watching me.
“You’d better not be. Honey, I may come off sweet, but that doesn’t make me any less fierce than you, only less obvious.”
He gasped. “Who’re you calling obvious, Ms. Sunshine and Rainbows? Every emotion shows on that sweet face of yours.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. I’m obvious. Baby, just because I slide up with a smile, doesn’t mean I don’t protect what’s mine. I’m just not all, grrr, ugh, Davis about it.”
“You see through me, huh?” he asked, lips quirked in amusement.
“I do,” I said, smug in my belief I had him figured out.
Davis had run a good front, burying his heart and his loneliness behind a gruff exterior. But game recognizes game. Just because I chose different camouflage didn’t mean I was any less diligent about protecting myself. Protecting my heart was second nature.
I was finally learning, with Davis, I didn’t have to.
“Bee, I’m pretty sure it’s only you who finds me transparent. You know how to get under my skin.”
“Is that why you call me Bee?” I asked, sensing an opening to satisfy my curiosity. “Or is it because of Bee-gonia?”
“Neither,” he said, surprising me.
So much for my ability to read him.
“It’s short for Belle. Or Beauty if I’m feeling sentimental.”
I snorted, sure he was putting me on. “You? Sentimental?” I teased.
“Mmhm,” he murmured, tugging me until I sprawled over him. “You’re my very own Disney Princess.”
I chuckled. “Now I know you’re teasing me. You’ve been calling me that for months, even when I annoyed you. I poked him in the chest. Even when you yelled at me for flying over the farm.”
It was hard to believe Davis had been claiming me every time he used my nickname, but maybe I should have known. He used his words sparingly: any extra syllables meant more than I realized.
I shook my head, recalibrating our previous conversations. In his own quiet way, Davis had been flirting. Early and often. It was more than a little mind-blowing—I’d believed I was flying solo with a one-sided crush.
“My sweet, sweet Belle,” he husked, kissing me gently. Gone was the cool reserve I was used to seeing in his gaze. He kissed me again, the simple gesture flowing through me like honey. For a man with such a tight grip on my heart, he sure knew how to seduce with the barest touch.
“Every Beast has to protect what’s his. For years that’s been the farm and my solitude. Now, it’s you.”
The possessive slant to his words should have worried me, but, secretly, I was thrilled. I was every bit as protective and possessive as he claimed to be.