“Good.” Her lips move under mine, her hands tangling in my hair. “Because I’m in love with you, too, Damian.”
Those words nearly bring me to my knees. A place I would gladly go for her.
My hand snakes down the back of her sweats, beneath the elastic waistband. I grab a fistful of her ass, squeezing the soft, creamy globe.
Her hands move to my chest, pushing my jacket off my shoulders.
We make our way to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind.
We tumble onto the bed, my heart racing like a teenager’s first time. Her silky skin under my fingers drives my desire even higher. I trail a series of kisses down the delicate column of her throat, sucking and nipping at the pulse point in her clavicle. She whimpers, her breathing labored and needy. Needy for me, because when shit hit the fan and she felt like she needed to make a choice, she chose me. That knowledge squeezes at my chest. She is so much more than I deserve, but like the greedy fucker I am, I will take it all the same. I move lower, showeringher perfect tits with attention. I tug her nipple between my teeth, flicking my tongue across the hardening peaks.
Brielle’s hands tangle in my hair as she writhes beneath me.
“You’re beautiful, Brielle. I could touch you just like this all goddamn day.”
“I love you, Damian, but if you tease me without giving me what I need, I am going to be so mad,” she laughs, her voice breathy and tight.
I kiss down her abdomen, across her hip bone, nipping at her inner thigh. She spreads her legs, her black underwear the last article of clothing on her body. My fingers slip beneath the fabric to her center, finding her dripping wet with arousal.
“I’ll always give you what you need, beautiful. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take my time with you.” I pump into her tight pussy, my eyes on her as her head tips back with a moan. “You’re mine now, and I make the rules.”
My pants feel too tight to contain my hard-as-fuck dick. I tear her underwear down her legs and sit back on my knees to look at her splayed out before me. Absolutely stunning.
I discard my pants and briefs quickly. My cock springs up, and I wrap my fist around the base, stroking myself to the sight of her. Her chestnut hair fanned out over her pillow, the pink apple of her cheeks, her parted lips screaming to be kissed.
I lean down between her legs, placing slow, soft kisses up her calf. My lips travel up her thigh, the taste of her soft skin on my tongue. She rests her legs over my shoulders as I continue to move up her body. The scent of her arousal envelops me, and I snap, burying my face in her warm, wet pussy. Her taste is an ecstasy I can barely process. I devour her, the sounds of her unrestrained whimpers, her feel of her porcelain skin, the look of love and passion in her eyes. It’s my undoing. I take herover the edge, working her body until her legs are shaking. She grips my hair and tugs me up to her, folding herself in half in the process.
I capture her lips, claiming them as mine, and notch my cock at her entrance. Sliding into her is the best damn feeling in the world.
“Give me everything, Damian,” she pleads. “I need you.”
“You have me. All of me.” I settle my cock deep inside her, the last of her orgasm still pulsating around my shaft. “I’m yours, Brielle.”
The feelings I have for her overwhelm me. I pour everything I have into showing her what she means to me.
She falls apart with my name on her lips, and I follow her into a haze of bliss. We lie together, sweaty and tired, Brielle tucked under my arm.
I push her hair out of her face and stare into her eyes. “Move in with me.”
“What? No. I can’t.” She laughs like she’s thinks I’m kidding.
“Whatever you pay Holly now, I’ll cover. We won’t leave her stranded. But you’ll live with me.”
“Oh, will I?” She lifts onto her arm and looks down at me, her eyes shining.
“You will, and you’ll like it.” My hand grips her jaw, and I pull her down to me for a kiss.
“Okay, boss. If you’re serious,” she sighs against my lips.
Waking up every day with Brielle against my chest, going to bed every night with her coconut hair on my pillow… “I’ve never been more serious about anything.”
Chapter 34
Damian
“Whatareyoudoing?”
Brielle, her arms loaded with boxes, a strained grimace on her face, tries to walk past me. “Moving in. Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind,” she huffs.
