He’d pulled the blackout curtains closed and laid out all of her candles from the living room—even her emergency the-power’s-off candles from the hall closet. They flickered in the dim light.
Her breath caught. “You did this for me?”
“Thought you deserved special.” He held a hand out to her. This was it. Deep down, she understood he was asking her to trust him. He was Brek. Her Brek.
She released her grip on the towel and stepped across the invisible line to meet him in the center of her flannel sheets. Laying her back against the pillows, he knelt over her body, his hand stroking the length of his erection.
Holy crap. The vision of Brek with his hand on his…it…would be forever burned into her mind. She could watch him do that for hours.
“We’ll go slow. Tell me if you need a break.” His kissed her quickly, and then all she saw was the top of his head as he moved his lips down the slope of her chest.
This was nice. “Nice” being the least appropriate word ever. “Fantastic” was more like it. His mouth covered her left breast, and he sucked on her nipple, groaning along with her moans. She massaged her fingertips against his scalp, and he released her nipple. A mew escaped her lips, but he continued kissing her torso, down to her thighs. He stopped at her knee and opened her legs. They fell easily apart. Oh dear, he was really going for it.
She wasn’t boring Velma anymore, not with Brek. “I feel like I’m falling.”
“V,” he said, the word a command for her to look at him. “You feel like you’re fallin’? Eyes on me. I’ll catch you.” Brek’s fingertip trailed along the inside of her heat, his breath against her most intimate place.
He spread her legs further and brought her just to the cusp of unraveling before he stopped with the tip of his erection against her entrance.
The feel of him there, the stretch of skin and, oh, the heat.
His hips slid firmly against hers, his erection joining them together. The coarse hair of his legs was a contrast to her smooth calves.
“Eyes,” he said, gentler than she’d ever heard him before.
Her gaze locked onto his. Her lips involuntarily parted as he invaded her senses, inch by inch. This felt right.Hefelt right. She reached between them, trailing her fingertips down his abs to where they were together. She gripped his erection and guided him in farther.
“Brek,” she whispered his name like a prayer.
“Eyes,” he grunted, seating himself firmly inside her.
He didn’t move. Muscles in his arms twitched. His gaze never faltered. “Ready?”
She wasn’t ready for this. The back of his bike was a hookup, but this. This was not. This was her bed and her room and her life.
“I can hear you thinkin’ all the way up here.” He nuzzled his nose against her shoulder, his thickness still hard inside her.
To heck with it all. She ran a hand over the muscles of his shoulder. “I’m ready.”
Slowly, he pulled out and gently pushed himself back in. She arched into him and moved with his body. The length of him pulsed inside her.
His expression remained fiercely protective. “Relax against me.”
She tried, she really did. The beauty of all that was Brek overwhelmed her. Gosh, he felt so good. His skin, his mouth…everything.
He reached his thumb between them, rubbing the sensitive nerves. A coil inside her tightened.
“Relax,” he whispered.
How could she relax when his body did things to hers that should be illegal in forty-eight states?
He slowed his persistence, keeping hold of her gaze. “Pulled into your parking garage. Prettiest woman I ever saw gave me lip about parking in her spot. Those moments? I prayed harder than I’ve ever prayed for anything that you’d open up and let me in.”
The coiled spring inside her tightened further but refused to release.
“You let me into your world, and for once, I didn’t want to leave. Ialwayswant to leave, V. Always.” His mouth found hers, gently nipping her bottom lip. “’Til you.”
She moaned into his kiss. Gosh, he was good at this.
