Priceless (Forbidden Men #8)(82)

I chuckled. Oh, yeah. I’d done my job real well.

“That was so much better than any orgasm I’d ever given myself,” she slurred, looking so limp and sated and happy that she might just fall asleep any moment.

“Hey, don’t go passing out on me. We’re not done yet.” Climbing out of my sweatpants, I watched her tired eyes spark with interest as my cock sprang free.

“Oh, wow. Is it bad that I like to look at it?” she asked, licking her lips while I reached for the condom.

“I guess I’d rather you like it than don’t like it,” I decided, grinning when her eyes drew wide as I rolled the latex over my length.

“That is so freaking hot,” she whispered. “Okay, I like looking at it even more when you’re touching it.”

“What? Like this?” I stroked myself for her, and she went crazy, squirming on the bed and clutching at her breasts in one hand and her * in the other.

That invisible string in her, connecting the two, was obviously going crazy.

Needing to be inside her soon, I knelt between her spread legs and began to guide my cock to the promised land.

Sarah made a choked, sobbing sound. “Oh no. I’m suddenly nervous. Brandt!”

I froze, zapping my attention to her face. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she wailed, clutching my arm. “Just...I don’t know. Could you talk me through it or something?”

“Of course.” Nodding, I gripped her wrists and brought her hands back above her head so I wouldn’t have to worry about any bad memories triggering when I needed to focus on easing her worries.

Kissing her on the center of the forehead, I said, “I’m going to put my dick in you now. It’s probably going to hurt.”

“Brandt,” she growled, sending me a death glare. “That did not help.”

I laughed, because actually it had. She just hadn’t realized my bad joke had totally taken her mind off the panic. Wanting to be serious, though, I sobered. “You know I love you, right?”

Eyes sparkling with warmth and affection, she nodded.

Leaning down, I rubbed my nose across the tip of hers. “You are the best friend I ever had, and I am honored to share this moment with you.” Pressing against her entrance, I laced our fingers together and peered into her eyes, trying to tell her everything I was too choked up to say aloud.

“You promise nothing will change between us?” I asked.

Her eyes glittered with all kinds of guarantees as she answered, “I promise.”

I pushed the rest of the way inside her.

And everything changed.

Our eye contact never wavered, but her gaze widened and I sucked in a breath.

My cock stretched and filled her to capacity. Holy shit, I was f*cking Sarah.

It was so amazing and humbling, I almost started to f*cking weep.

I bit my lip, trying not to rush because I wanted to start pumping my hips so bad I ached.

Under me, Sarah attempted to hide the shock of pain, but she couldn’t hide anything from me; I could tell the exact moment I broke through her hymen.

Seated all the way inside her, I paused and held my breath, hoping she could adjust. “You okay?”

With a nod, she gulped. “I’m good.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if she was good or not. She was so tense, and I felt as if I was splitting her in two. God, she was tight. So warm and wet. Jesus Christ, this was heaven.

Being brave, Sarah watched my eyes as if my stare alone could coach her through this. She trusted me that much.

Tenderness filled me. I brushed a sweaty piece of hair off her brow and tucked it behind her ear.

“It’ll feel better soon. You’re doing great.” Then I kissed her softly, my lips barely brushing hers. It was sweet enough for her to close her eyes and sigh. But for the life of me, I couldn’t close mine. I couldn’t stop watching her.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I hissed out a breath. “Holy shit, Sarah. I’m inside you.”

“Yeah.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I noticed.”

I laughed too, everything in my chest dancing with joy. “God, I love you.”

Her eyes reopened. “I love you, too.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant platonic love, or what, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. I was inside her at last. And it was perfect.

“You okay if I move it now?”

She sent me a harassed glance. “Yes, move. Don’t hold back on my account.”

Keeping close tabs on her, I pulled out, nearly all the way and then stroked back in. Her eyes widened and breath hissed from her lungs, but then...then she smiled.

Best f*cking smile ever.

“Ooh, that actually felt good.”

“Right,” I said, grinning as I thrust again, slow and steady. This time she arched with me.

“Again,” she demanded.

Kissing her, I thrust a little harder, a little faster, and tightened my grip on her hands I was still holding over our heads.

She moaned, tipping her chin up to expose her throat, so I kissed my way down, nibbling on soft skin as my strokes grew jerkier, harried. My balls tightened a split second before the rush exploded from me. Shit! I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back, wait until she was ready again. But it felt so good.

I moaned, f*cking her harder than I meant to as the orgasm tore through me.