He scoops me into his arms and carries me inside. A myriad of emotions smash into me, but one in particular—an overwhelming desire that I canneverget enough of this man. Reaching up, I wrap my hands around his neck andmash our lips together. Now, I can’t imagine my life without him. Tonight, I plan to savor every second because I know the future is not guaranteed.
“You smell so good,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “It’s the brand of aftershave you bought me. I’ve never changed.”
In a weird way, it makes me happy because he trusted my choice.
Or does it remind him of us?
I slide my bra straps down my shoulders deliberately slow, watching him watch me. He takes off his shirt and sits on the bed, his eyes never leaving me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Lottie.” He pulls me close and skims his lips over my stomach, his lips a whisper against my skin, and I shudder when he dips his mouth to the fabric of my panties. He slides my panties down my thighs and pulls me closer to his face, his tongue licking my clit as he pushes two fingers inside. I squirm, my hips rocking, needing more as he brings me closer to climax.
Every thought leaves my mind as I focus on the desire ripping through me. I’m vulnerable, at his mercy, while I melt into his touch. Reaching for his face, I mash our lips together, craving every part of him, wanting to be connected with him and reckless with need. I push him onto the bed, then climb over him.
“No, princess, not tonight.” He rolls me onto my back and settles between my thighs.
“Your boxers.”
He smirks. “I was going to take it slow, savor the moment with you.” He kicks off his boxers, and I welcome him, spreading my thighs wider.
“Why, when we have all night? We can have sex as much as we want.”
He nibbles on my ear and caresses my neck. “Tonight, I’m showing you how much I fucking love you.”
My breath hitches.
I stare into his eyes as he lifts and pushes his thick dick inside me. My eyes roll back, relishing the first touch. I wrap my feet around his butt to hold him there a moment longer. Beside my head, he fists the bedsheets, dips his head, and closes his eyes.
“What is it?”
Brandon’s eyes meet mine, and there’s something raw and beautiful in his blue hues. “You undo me in so many ways.”
Suddenly, I’m aware of my heartbeat sounding in my ears from the anticipation and the reality of our love. If something breaks us a second time, I don’t think I’ll recover.
He brushes my lips with his, lifts his hips, and slowly thrusts in and out of me. “Lijepa naša,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Why do you say that?”
“Ewan said it means beautifuland to extendto our beautiful country. With all your glory and beauty, you are my beautiful home. He talked of a deep love for the land, and it’s the loyalty I have for you.”
“It’s… beautiful.”
He grins at me as he rocks harder. “I know. What can I say? I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” His smirk fades, and there’s a seriousness behind his eyes as he thrusts up his speed until I’m teetering on the edge, the ecstasy flowing, and I’m ready to explode.
He’s lost too far into our love to speak anymore. We simply watch each other as desire overtakes. I see it flicker in his eyes and feel his orgasm building, his hard cock harder inside me swells even more.
“I’m yours,” he murmurs, and I shudder before I cry outhis name as the orgasm ripples through me. Cassie is right—emotion makes an orgasm better.
Brandon’s breath hitches, and he stills as he fills me with his hot semen. I feel him shift, so I squeeze my heels into his ass to keep him inside me, never wanting to let go. Looping my arms around his neck, I kiss him hard as he breathes heavily against my lips.
“I want every night to be like this,” I whisper.
He lifts his weary head. “Yeah?”
I smile at my perfect man. “Yeah.”
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