He quirked a brow.
“I appreciate you being gentle the first time, but I want you to let go. If I’m going to be yours then you need to show me what that really means.”
His cock jumped against my belly and my eyes widened.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you can do that to me with just a few words.”
The next thing I knew he jumped from the bed. We had never made it under the covers or even the correct direction so his feet had been hanging off the side.
“Get under the blankets and let me take care of this condom.” He disappeared into the adjoined bathroom but was back in a flash. He stopped and stared at me, his eyes dilating with desire as he took in my form.
I had moved, but I hadn’t covered up like he said and I lay on my bed on full display. “Like what you see?”
Where was this bold woman coming from?
It had to be Bronson bringing it out in me. I finally knew what sex should feel like. But I was sure it wouldn’t be right at all unless it was with the man that stood in front of me, his cock jutting out from his gorgeous body.
I licked my lips and that seemed to get him moving. “There isn’t an inch of you I don’t like, sweetheart.” He made his way to his wallet lying on the floor and pulled another condom from it.
“You were pretty sure of yourself, huh?”
He chuckled. “Hopeful, babe, hopeful.” Tossing the condom on the nightstand he moved in and my gaze ran over his whole body. “Now what was this about gloves?”
“You don’t need to handle me with kid gloves,” I said. “I won’t break, Bronson.”
“Is that so?” He took another step toward me and a wicked smile crossed his face.
“That’s so,” l answered. My hand ran down over my belly but stopped as Bronson let out a feral growl, shaking his head.
Guess he wanted to do the honors.
“You ready for the beast?” he asked, pouncing on the bed playfully and attacking me with his mouth.
I erupted in giggles but they soon turned into moans.
Who knew sex would be fun and toe-curling all at once.
Only with Bronson.
Chapter Twenty-Two
BRONSON
When I watchedmyself disappear inside her wet heat, it was not only the most erotic experience of my life, but it was also the biggest test of control.
It had been a fucking long time since I had felt like I had a home but the time I spent with Lake and the moment we’d just shared made everything clear.
Lake was my home.
Which meant what she asked for is what she got and when I made a promise I kept it. She’d asked me not to use kid gloves and to show her what being with me was really like. The slow, sweet side of me wasn’t an act, I loved every second of our first time together.
But that wasn’t the only side of me.
And I told her I’d worship her on the next go-round.
I planned to follow through.
When I finished devouring her mouth, I felt drunk off her taste. It was a mix between the tart red wine she’d consumed at the party and something sweet that was entirely Lake’s unique flavor.
