Reckless (Brazen #2)(19)

“You okay, honey?” he asked as he looked down at her. There was so much love in his eyes that she was afraid her chest might bust wide open.

She circled his neck with her arms and pulled him down to her. She took his mouth in a hot, breathless kiss, pouring every ounce of her passion, her love, into the gesture.

Their lips tangled, and their mouths moved heatedly as his hips flexed between her legs. He retreated, nearly pulling out completely, and then slid forward in one long, delicious thrust.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his complete possession. Yeah, what they’d had before was sex. Good sex. But this? This was making love. It was like the first time all over again. Could you lose your virginity more than once?

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Her fingers dug into the short hair at the nape of his neck then moved lower, splaying out over his back, digging into his shoulders as her pleasure mounted.

He moved faster now but still with exquisite gentleness. There was an unbearable tightening in her groin as her orgasm slowly built. No flashpoint this time. No sudden surge to completion. Slowly and leisurely, the tension built higher and higher.

Her breath came in agonized spurts as she struggled against the pressure. He was swollen inside her, heavy and engorged. He touched every part of her, sliding against the sensitive walls of her vagina. Each thrust, each time he dragged his c**k over her throbbing tissues, she felt an incredible burst of pleasure.

“J.T.!” she gasped.

“I’m here, honey. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you!”

Her words sent them both over the edge, plunging into deep, dark waters. Pleasure, blinding and hot, splintered deep in her pelvis, rushed outward in twenty different directions.

He tensed against her. His cry split the room. Then her cry mingled with his as they gave in and let go.

He gathered her close in his arms, his weight pressing her into the bed. She wrapped her arms tighter around him so he wouldn’t move.

Finally he raised his head and started to move off her. She whimpered in protest and held on.

“I’m too heavy for you,” he murmured.

Gripping her around the waist, he rolled until he was on bottom and she was sprawled across his chest.

“But you can lay all over me for as long as you want,” he added.

She smiled but was too tired and wrung out to do more than snuggle deeper into his arms. She tucked her head under his chin and kissed the damp skin of his chest.

“Did you mean it, J.T.?” she whispered.

“Mean what, honey?”

“That you love me and want to marry me.”

His hand tugged her head upward until her lips were just inches from his frown.

“Never doubt it, Nikki mine. You’re stuck with me forever, because there is no way in hell I’m ever letting you go now.”

She smiled and kissed away his frown. “Hold me? I just want to sleep for a while. I haven’t slept in nights.”

He tugged her back down against his chest and smoothed a hand through her hair.

“Then sleep, sweetheart. Right here, with me, and know that I love you.” Her eyes fluttered drowsily, and strangely she felt like crying all over again. Happy tears. When had she ever cried happy tears?

They leaked from her eyes and slid over J.T.’s bare chest.

“Hey,” he said softly as he lifted her head so he could look her in the eye. “What’s that for?”

She smiled a watery smile then leaned down to kiss him. “Nothing. I’m just happy.” He smiled back. “Okay then, that’s all right, I guess. Now get some sleep, honey.

You’re going to need all the rest you can get because I don’t plan on letting you out of bed for at least a week.”

She dove back into the comforting warmth of his embrace and closed her eyes.

Maybe dreams did come true. Even for girls like her.

Chapter Nine

J.T. woke to a sweet, warm body draped across his chest, her legs tucked between his. They were all tangled up like two mating love bugs, and damn if that didn’t bring the stupidest grin to his face.

Unable to resist touching Nikki, he stroked a hand through her long hair and frowned again over the missing pink stripe. It had grown on him. Just like she had.

He relaxed and enjoyed the feel of her in his arms, nestled into his body like she was made for him. A perfect fit.

Yeah, he was too damn old for her, but at this point, he wasn’t going to argue the blessing of having such a beautiful, vibrant woman swear she was in love with him. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that keep him from spending the rest of his life loving her in every imaginable way possible.

A noise from the living room made him tense. Had he locked the door when they’d come in yesterday? Hell if he could remember. He knew he’d been pissed that it hadn’t been locked when they’d come in, but after that, he didn’t remember anything beyond making love to Nikki.

Before he could ponder whether or not he should get up and investigate, the bedroom door flew open, and a very large, very pissed-off Lucas charged in.

He couldn’t be sure who was more stunned. Him or Lucas. Lucas’s mouth fell open, and then his face tightened in rage.

“You son of a bitch!”