He chuckled and the sound reverberated through her, causing a wave of aftershocks to ripple through her. “Yes, you are sparkling, and I’m going to make you sparkle even more.”
“Don’t be making promises you can’t keep, Dice.”
“I never do.” He rolled his hips and she moaned when his cock nudged her pussy. “You can trust me on that.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue delved inside. She hooked her arms around his neck, anchoring him to her at the same time as he slid an arm beneath her hips, lifting her, before sliding into her.
They both groaned against each other’s mouths. “God, yes, Brodie.”
She flexed her inner muscles around his cock and his body jerked. “Sparkles, you’re going to have to stop doing that.”
“Or what?” She did it again.
“This.” He pulled back before slamming home. She dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, letting him know she was more than happy with what he was doing.
Every time he thrust inside of her, he brushed her clit, increasing the sensations strumming through her. Her whole body was on fire, and she didn’t mind being consumed by Brodie. Everything about him set her alight. As his pace increased, she lifted her hips to meet him. She was so close to coming again and she wanted to feel him come with her. She hooked her legs around his, deepening the penetration until the fire burst through her and she came apart, crying out his name again.
Brodie stilled above her, moaning out his own release. He collapsed on top of her, and she cherished the weight of him on her, their ragged breathing the only sounds in the room. As if aware that he was crushing her, he rolled to the side, and she rested her cheek on his chest. The rapid beating of his heart matched her own.
She’d never been so connected to a man during the act of making love. Her heart belonged to Brodie. As much as it frightened her that she wouldn’t be enough, and he’d find whatever flaws her foster families found when they’d looked into adopting her, she would treasure this moment and hope that she would be enough.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sunlight piercedBrodie’s closed eyes and he cracked them open, noticing that his blinds were wide open instead of closed. Why had he forgotten to close them the night before? It was something he always did when he walked into his bedroom to get ready for bed.
The rustle of the sheets behind him and then the sensation of a warm body aligning with his back was all he needed to remember why he hadn’t gone through his usual ritual.
Cerise.
She was in bed with him and they’d spent a wonderful night together. After their first bout of lovemaking, he’d suggested a shower which had led to more sex. He didn’t think he’d be able to look at the shower again without remembering what they’d shared together. An image of Cerise on her knees, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was imprinted on his mind forever.
Rolling over he hugged her close as wave after wave of love for the woman crashed through him. An unexpected desire to keep her safe, protect her, and keep her right by his side flared to life as well. This feeling of possessiveness was new to him, and he needed a little time to process it. Perhaps when he was ridinghis horse and it was just him and plains as far as the eye could see, he could dissect all these new feelings being with Cerise created inside him.
But not today. Today he was glad he had the day off so he could spend time with Cerise. He kissed her softly on the lips. “Good morning, Sparkles.”
“Is it?” she mumbled but snuggled into him. Considering the weird hours she worked, he would’ve thought she woke up cheerful, but it looked like she was a bit of grump.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like mornings?” He nudged his morning erection against her belly.
She groaned. “I could be persuaded to like them.”
He laughed and rolled so that she was on top of him, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing his chest. He pushed it back so that he could see her face. Her eyes were only half open and he found it incredibly sexy. “Let me see if I can help with that.”
Threading his fingers through the waterfall of her hair, he cupped her skull and nudged it lower until their lips touched in a featherlight brush. She moaned and opened her mouth, allowing him to thrust his tongue in. Their lips danced, their tongues dueled and, with every passing second, his body got harder and harder. He couldn’t wait to sink into her. Releasing her he patted his hand around the top of his bedside table, looking for the condoms he’d placed there the previous evening.
Cerise pulled her mouth away from his. “Let me,” she whispered and leaned across him. Her breasts caressed his chest, and he reached up and took hold of one mound, gently massaging it. Her hips wiggled against his cock, and he controlled the urge to forget all about protection and thrust into her.
The crinkle of foil cooled his jets, until her clever fingers rolled it down over him, stroking his length as she went. “You’re killing me, Sparkles.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” she said impishly as she lowered herself down on him. For someone who wasn’t awake a few moments ago, she was more alert now.
Her movements were slow and measured, drawing out their combined pleasure. He dug his fingers into her waist, unable to decide if he wanted to take over or let her continue. She ground her hips against him, and he relinquished his desire for control. This was all for her and Cerise could do what she wanted.
He reached up and tweaked her nipples, and her motions faltered before steadying out again.
This was a slow seduction, and he was all for it. The muscles in his back began to bunch, and his balls tingled, a sign his climax was imminent. But he didn’t want to come before her.
“Come with me, Sparkles,” Brodie reached down and found where they were connected. His thumb caressed her clit as she rolled her hips against him. Her head dropped back and her muscles clenched hard around him, pulsating out their release and it was all he needed to send him over the cliff.
