He rolls us again, slow and careful, looming above me, haloed by the lamp’s glow. Breathing hard, he makes a feral,hungry sound. Then he shifts down, his mouth finding the inside of my knee, then the softest part of my thigh.
I gasp. My body is thrumming, every cell straining for more.
His hands knead and splay, reverent and greedy. My body’s natural essence turns into a flood when his tongue finds me.
I tug at his hair with both hands, needing skin to skin, pressure or friction. Anything to keep from floating up and away.
My bedroom now smells like us—mingled sweat and arousal, and the faint remnants of Brennan’s aftershave. He crawls back up my body before asking in a whisper, “Okay?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
My skin vibrates where he touches. It’s so much. It’s not enough. I arch against him, every part of me louder and less apologetic than I meant to be.
Brennan’s hands and lips resume their slow, reverent exploration. Any lingering hesitation I had about us dissolves. I love him. I trust him. I want him from now until the end of time.
His lips brush my temple, my jaw, the joint between my shoulder and neck. With each shift of his body, every light touch, I feel cherished even as my voice calls out in wanting, “More!”
He growls in response.
Brennan’s hand slides over my hip, palm scorching. I look up at him, pushing the hair away from his face. He’s gazing at me like I’m the only one he ever let himself dream of.
He reaches for his wallet and flips it open, quickly sheathing himself. I wait for him to protect us while I absorb the weight of him on top of me, the warmth and hunger between us.
My breath stutters when the head of his cock positions against my entrance. Touching his lips to the hollow beneath my ear, he whispers, “Still sure?”
The only thing I can do is wrap my leg over his back and nod, frantic and needy.
He murmurs, “All I want is you, Amy.” Reaching down, he eases himself inside me. I’m wet and waiting, every cell blazing.
All I want is Brennan.
He grips my hip for the slow press of him and freezes. Our eyes connect, him holding still until he knows for certain I’m with him. I give a tiny nod and Brennan slides home in one devastating stretch. My body clamps down around him. I arch and a moan escapes.
He buries his face in my hair, breath ragged. My thighs tremble, toes curling into his thighs, arms locked around his neck.
He starts to move, bracing himself so his weight doesn’t crush me, but I don’t care about that, and dig my heels into his thighs, urging him deeper.
“Faster.”
He complies. I chase him, matching every thrust, drowning in the sensation, the closeness, the sweetness of being wanted. His jaw grinds against my cheekbone. I relish it, greedy for everything about him.
He sucks in a breath, buries a moan in my throat. When he does, I shatter around him, body convulsing so hard I know I’ll feel it for days.
Brennan follows me over, a helpless, drawn-out moan that makes my heart stutter. He slumps over me, but instead of rolling away, he clutches me to him, breathing so hard my hair stirs in the exhale. He stays there, heart pounding against my chest, until our pulses slow enough to blend, indistinguishable.
We lay tangled, sticky and shaking. Even with sweat cooling on my skin I don’t want to move. I slide my hand up his spine, feeling the ridges of each vertebra. He sighs, nestling in close, nuzzling my hair.
I’m in such a haze, I’m barely aware of him reaching for the box of tissues on my nightstand. Of him disposing of the condomin the trash. Once he’s done, he lays back down and pulls me into him. That’s when I hear him murmur, “Don’t ask me to go.”
“I won’t if you don’t want me to.” There’s a charged silence, before his hand finds mine and drags it onto his chest, pressing my palm to his racing heart.
“I never want to leave you.”
Even as sleep pulls me under, I’m aware of the way his arm tightens around my waist—not desperate, not demanding.
Just certain.
As if letting me go isn’t something he intends to do again.
