Reckless (Brazen #2)(18)

“That you’re mine,” he said fiercely. “I want you with me always. I want you to marry me. Have my babies…eventually. Well, preferably before I turn forty, because Jesus, how else would I be able to keep up with them?”

“Marry you? You really want me to marry you? You love me?” He leaned in and kissed her again, his lips moving over hers, his tongue sweeping in, tasting her as she tasted him.

When he pulled away, she saw the truth in his eyes, and it nearly flattened her.

“Marry me, Nikki. Lucas can’t very well kill me if I’m his brother-in-law, right?” A broad smile attacked her face, pushing her lips upward, so high she could feel it in her cheeks.

“You really love me,” she said in wonder.

“I really do,” he said with a smile.

He got up from the floor and slid onto the couch next to her. He pulled her onto his lap and held her against his chest, stroking his hand up and down her arm and then her body.

“I’m glad I was your first. I just regret how it happened. On my desk. Jesus Christ, Nikki. You deserve better than that.”

The self-condemnation in his voice made the ache in her chest swell even further.

“You could make it up to me,” she murmured. “I have a perfectly good bed.” His grip tightened around her. She could feel the tension boiling in his veins. She smiled. He wanted her all right.

Then she felt herself swept into his arms as he charged toward her bedroom.

Chapter Eight

Nikki felt at a distinct disadvantage this time. As J.T. laid her tenderly on the bed, his eyes glowed with…love. God, love!

She felt more in control when she was doing her vamp act. Sexy and wanton like nothing in the world mattered to her. But this mattered. It mattered so much.

It irritated her that she felt so damn vulnerable all of a sudden. Just like the shy virgin she’d been a few days ago.

“What are you thinking?” J.T. asked gently as his fingers brushed across her face.

For a moment she considered slipping back into her she-sex act. But J.T. would see through her like a piece of plastic wrap.

“I’m nervous,” she managed to say without choking on the words.

His gaze softened. And then he kissed her. Warm, sweet, his lips moving delicately across hers, like the touch of a feather.

His heat bled into her skin, infusing her with confidence she badly needed.

He reared back on the bed long enough to tug his shirt off. It went sailing across the room, and then he shimmied out of his pants.

When her avid gaze fastened on his cock, she couldn’t help but lick her lips. He groaned aloud.

“You have to stop that, honey. I’m only a man. A Neanderthal, even. You can’t look at me like that and expect me to act civilized.” She grinned. “Screw civilized.”

“I want to take this nice and slow,” he said as he eased down over her body. He began working at the buttons on her oversized shirt. “I want to love you like you deserve to be loved. I want it to be good for you, sweetheart.” She raised her head up and kissed him. “It hasn’t been bad with you, J.T. It’s been wonderful. You’re the only one with the hang-ups over how I lost my virginity.”

He grimaced as he pulled her shirt apart. “Don’t remind me that I took you on my desk.”

She pried her arms out of her shirt, and then he went to work on her bra. He shoved it up over her br**sts and then lowered his mouth to one straining nipple.

A shiver worked down her spine as his wet tongue circled the puckered nub. He sucked lazily at it. Warmth bloomed in her pelvis. Her pu**y burned, and her clit tightened with need.

He lifted himself off her so he could peel her jeans down her legs. His fingers hooked into the lacy band of her underwear, and soon it was gone as well.

He settled back between her legs, his c**k brushing against her quivering flesh. She spread herself wider and squirmed impatiently.

But he wouldn’t be hurried.

His chest pressed against hers, but he was careful to keep his full weight from her even as she wanted him, all of him. His hands stroked through her hair, and he frowned as he undid her ponytail.

“You got rid of the pink.”

“Yeah. It was silly.”

He shook his head. “I liked it. It was you. Vibrant. Bright.”

“Oh, come on. It drove you crazy.”

He smiled. “You drive me crazy, honey. And I love every minute of it.” She smiled back. “I’ll consider getting it back. Maybe purple this time.”

“No, I like the pink. Don’t forget the glitter.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she growled.

“With pleasure,” he murmured as his lips swept downward.

She opened her legs and then circled his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back.

“Please, J.T. Don’t make me wait,” she begged. “I want you so much. I’ve waited so long for this.”

His elbows on either side of her face, he arched his hips, bringing his erection into contact with her pulsing entrance.

“I love you,” he whispered as his lips took hers again.

She melted against him, his sweet words like a balm. All the pain of the past disappeared, and hope radiated from her soul. Warm, giving, beautiful.

And then he slid inside her. So gentle. So tender. Tears clogged her throat as he paused against her, allowing her time to adjust to his size.