She shakes her head. “Forget it. You’re right. I appreciate you doing this.”
She lies down and pulls the covers up over her body. I blow out a slow breath. This is too much temptation, and I’m not sure how long I can resist her, but I’m willing to try. “You coming over here?”
She slides toward me and presses her curvy body into my side. I wrap my arms around her, and she snuggles closer. A few seconds go by, and she squirms as if she’s having trouble getting comfortable.
“You okay?”
She nods against my chest.
Without thinking about it, I stroke my hand up and down her back soothingly.
Eventually we’re going to have to talk about us, but I don’t want to do it now. This is too intimate, and when we do talk, I need to have a clear head.
Bree’s breathing starts to even out, and she softens into me. I know the instant she’s asleep because her little sighs stop.
I should sleep, but I don’t. My body is wired and hard, and I steel myself against the temptation of having her in my arms.
She pulls her leg up across my body, and it touches my hard manhood. The groan leaves me before I can stop it. She jerks awake, lifting her head and looking at me in surprise. She doesn’t move her leg. If anything, she presses her thigh more firmly against my erection, and I groan again. Without thinking, I put a hand on her ass to hold her still. “Fuck, Bree, don’t move.”
Her voice is low and husky. “Logan…”
It’s like I can hear the need in her voice. I should put some distance between us, but instead I grip her ass in my hands, holding her to me.
She puts a hand on my chest and leans up to look at my face. “Logan, please… I know how you feel about me, but?—”
She stops, and I ask, “But what?”
She blinks at me. “But it’s like I’m numb. For the past two years, it’s like I can’t feel anything. I want to feel again…”
She’s tracing her finger against my chest, and I suck in a breath as she drags her hand downward and then cups me through my thin shorts. My hips surge forward, and instinctively, I push Bree to her backand hover over top of her. I grind my pelvis against hers, and with a moan, my mouth almost touching hers, I warn her, “This doesn’t mean anything… we’re just blowing off steam… that’s all this can be.”
I see the hurt flash in her eyes, but then she nods. As soon as she agrees, I can no longer hold back. I lean in, and as soon as our lips touch, I’m a goner. The chemistry between us is undeniable. It’s a mashing of teeth, tongues sliding along each other, moans, and pure longing.
I pull back and search her eyes. “Are you sure?”
She loops her hand around my neck and pulls me back down to her. Her kiss is my answer. I cup her breast, but the material is in my way. I want to feel her soft body against mine. Quickly, I remove her shirt, shorts, and panties. She stretches out, arching her back, and I cup her full breasts in my hands. I pluck her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she gasps, pushing into it.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her. I move to the other one, and her hand slides down my body, cupping me through my shorts.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she moans.
I pop off her breast and pull down my shorts and underwear and then hover over her. She circles her hand around my girth, squeezing me, and I groan. Fuck, she feels good.
“What do you need?” I ask her.
She moans. “You… inside me. I don’t want to wait.”
I stare into her eyes. “There hasn’t been anyone since you… I’m safe.”
She nods, never looking away, and repeats what I just said. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.”
A part of me wants to scream because I still think about the man she kissed, but I know Bree, and she wouldn’t lie about something like this.
She opens her thighs and guides me to her entrance. “Please, Logan.”
Slowly, I slide into her. She’s snug and tight, wrapped around me, and I still, inhale deeply, and then enter her completely. I feel as if I have to pause and catch my breath. This still feels good. It feels perfect… like I’m home.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I moan.
