He pushed his trousers and small clothes down his hips.
Juliana sucked in a breath as his erect length rose to greet her. She rubbed her palm over the head of him, amazed by how soft this part of him was, and yet at the same time, how very hard. Hard for her.
He took her hand and pinned her wrist above her head. Leaning down, he took her mouth again, making this kiss slow and intimate. He lowered his body, his shaft resting in the cleft of her legs. Slowly, with each plunge of his tongue he rolled his hips in time, sliding his length between her lower lips.
He did this until she was gasping with need and she felt her slickness cover every inch of him.
“Christ, Juliana.” His eyes burned down into hers. “You make a man want things he shouldn't.”
“There's nothing wrong with wanting things,” she said. “There's nothing wrong with getting what you want, either.” She tilted her hips so that his next movement brought the tip of him to her core.
He hesitated only a second before steadily pressing in. He slid into her in one smooth, long push, stretching her walls, filling her completely.
She couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her mouth. The feeling was exquisite.
Everything about this man was.
With one hand on her wrist, the other cupping her breast, he began to move. His thrusts were long, even. He adjusted her legs, changed the angle, and went even deeper. He circled her nipple with his thumb as his length massaged her inner walls.
Their eyes locked on each other. She’d never felt more connected to a person in her life.
They could make this work. They would make this work. There was no other option.
She locked her ankles behind his hips, rising into his thrusts and clamping down her inner walls.
Brogan groaned. His movements became harder, uneven, and his bed knocked against the wall.
She gave a thought to his neighbors, about whether she should be embarrassed, but the notion slipped from her mind when he hit a place deep inside that made her shudder.
He trailed his hand down from her breast to rest on her hip. His thumb searched through her nest of curls, and found her clitoris. With each thrust he circled. With each thrust her body coiled tighter.
She squirmed beneath him, aching for release. Seeing it in sight but not quite able to reach it. “Brogan,” she whispered. “I need...”
He nibbled at her lower lip. “I know what you need.” He thrust faster, the banging on the wall increasing to thunderous proportions.
Heat flushed through her body, and with one more circle of his thumb, she burst.
Her body tightened around him, making his strokes falter, making him groan.
He grabbed both her hips, chasing his own pleasure as he pounded into her.
The delicious ripples cascading through her body were just starting to ease when he pulled out of her, gripped the base of his cock with one hand, and spent on her belly.
He fell forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of her head. His chest just brushed hers. He stayed there as they both caught their breath.
As the air cooled their skin.
He gazed into her eyes. She saw a hint of confusion, and a lot of satisfaction.
“Juliana, this...”
“I know.” She raked her fingers through his hair, brushing a lock off his forehead. “It’s going to be interesting.” Difficult, more like. Brogan would make it difficult with his prejudices. “But we'll make it work.”
He dropped his head and climbed off the bed. He found a soft square of flannel and wiped her clean. He climbed in behind her and pulled her back flush to his front, kissing the top of her head.
“Interesting.” He sighed. There was a lot that went unsaid in that sigh. “I can handle interesting.”
Chapter Seventeen
