Lover Revealed (Black Dagger Brotherhood #4)(112)

“But won’t they care?” When he shook his head, her expression grew sad. “You should be mourned by your blood.”

“I will be. By the Brotherhood.” As her eyes watered, he kissed her. “And no more about mourning. That’s not part of the plan. Forget about it.”

“I—”

“Shh. We’re not going there. You and me are staying right here.”

He lay his head down next to hers and continued running his hands through her beautiful blond hair. When her breathing grew deep and even, he shuffled a little closer, tucked her against his bare chest, and shut his eyes.

He must have fallen asleep as well, because a little later he woke up. In the best possible way.

He was kissing her throat and his hand was moving up her side, heading for her breast. He’d thrown a leg over both of hers, and his erection was pushed up against her hip. With a curse, he backed off, but she followed, staying with him until she was half on top of him.

Her eyes flipped open. “Oh…”

He swept his hands up to her face and pushed her hair back. Their eyes met.

Lifting his head off the pillow, he kissed her softly on the mouth. Once. Twice. And…again.

“Is…something happening?” she whispered.

“Yeah. I think something’s happening.”

He drew her back into a kiss, then entered her with his tongue, stroking against hers. As he kept at it, their bodies began to move together, mimicking the sex act, his hips advancing and retreating, hers absorbing him, rubbing against him.

There was no rush and he took it slowly, undressing her with care. When she was naked, he eased back and looked at her body.

Oh…God. All that soft female skin. Her perfect breasts with their nipples straining. Her secrets. And her face was the best of all: It showed no fear, just erotic anticipation.

Which meant he was going to finish this between them. If there had been a lick of doubt in her eyes, he would have just pleasured her and left it at that. But she wanted the same thing he did, and he was certain there would be no pain for her this time.

Butch stood up and slipped off his loafers, the Guccis making a thunking sound one by one. She watched with wide eyes as his hands went to the waistband of his slacks and he popped the button, then unzipped. Boxers hit the floor with the pants and his erection shot straight out from his body. He covered himself with his hand, folding his cock against his belly, not wanting her to get unnerved.

As he lay down, she rolled into him.

“Oh, God,” he breathed as their skin met.

“You’re so very naked,” she whispered against his shoulder.

He smiled into her hair. “So are you.”

She ran her hands up and down his sides, and he felt the heat in him go nuclear, especially as she slipped one arm between their bodies and her palm headed south. When she hit his lower belly, his erection pulsed with the desperate need to be touched, to be stroked, to be squeezed until it exploded.

But he captured her wrist and withdrew her hand. “Marissa, I want you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Let me see you through this, okay? Let’s have this time be all about you.”

Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his own.



Butch treated her with such exquisite care, Marissa thought. And with total restraint. Every touch was soft and gentle, every kiss was easy, unhurried. Even when his tongue was in her mouth and his hand was between her legs and she was going wild from the way he went after her, he was in control of himself.

So when he rolled over onto her and his thigh parted hers, she didn’t flinch or hesitate. Her body was ready to take him inside. She knew it by the slippery feel of his fingers when he’d touched her. Knew it from her hunger for his sex, too.

He settled his weight on her comfortably and that gloriously hard part of him burned her core as it brushed against her. With a shift, his shoulders bunched up and he put his hand down between their bodies. The head of him found the doorway to her.

Butch propped himself up on his thick arms and stared down into her eyes as he started with that light rocking motion she remembered from before. She deliberately relaxed herself, trying to get as loose as possible even as she became a little nervous.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned. “You okay?”

She ran her hands up his ribs, feeling all the heavy bones under his skin. “Yes.”

Pressure and release, pressure and release, a little deeper each time. She closed her eyes, feeling his body moving on top of her, inside of her. This time the stretching, the way her interior yielded to him, the fullness, struck her as delicious, not scary. On instinct, she arched, and as her hips came back to level, she realized that his pelvis and hers had come together.

She lifted her head and looked down. He was all the way in.

“How does it feel? You all right?” Butch’s voice was ragged as his muscles flickered under sweat-soaked skin. And then his erection jerked.

A stinging pleasure lit off deep inside of her and she moaned. “Dear Virgin in the Fade…do that again. I can feel you when you do that.”

“I have a better idea.”

As he drew his hips back, she grabbed onto his shoulders to stop the gliding retreat. “No, don’t stop—”

He moved forward, pushing back into her flesh, filling her once more. Marissa’s eyes popped and she shuddered, especially as he went again with the retreat and the advance.