Trusting You (Second Chances #2)(22)
Moaning, I lifted my head and arched my back. “Hard, and I want it now.”
Brett’s deep throated chuckle echoed throughout the room at the same moment he pinned me to the bed with his weight. Grasping my face in his hands, he leaned down and bit my bottom lip, making me gasp. “Then that’s what you’ll get,” he added huskily.
Plunging deep and hard, Brett not only f*cked me with his cock, but with his tongue as well. His hips moved frantically against mine and I countered his movements by rocking my hips along with his. Our bodies glided across the bed, all slick and wet from both sweat and desire. His arms caged me in to his body and he towered over me like I was nothing but a small animal. I wanted more; I had to have more.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips higher so I could get more of him in me. He was so large that I knew he couldn’t get it all in at times, but I needed it. I wanted to know he was completely in me.
“Harder, Brett. I want it all,” I cried.
Brett pulled back to peer into my eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, wiping the sweaty hair off my forehead.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to go deeper,” I assured him. “I need to feel all of you.”
Lifting my knees, he tilted my hips up and pushed himself inside me until I could feel his balls up against my ass. He was all the way in and I felt euphoric with his body filling me up, stretching me with his length. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled low.
Faster and faster he plunged and thrust his cock inside my sex, and even faster was the orgasm building in between my legs. Raking my nails down his back, I screamed as the final burst of pleasure spread throughout my body from the inside out. Brett pumped a couple more times and I could feel him shudder and release his warmth deep inside, filling me up.
Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I smiled up at him when I could feel in between my legs that he was still hard and ready to go again. “You’re insatiable, you know that,” I teased.
He chuckled lightly. “Only for you, firecracker.” Sliding out of my body, Brett curled up beside me and kissed me on the shoulder. “I have never been this enamored by a woman in my life,” he said, trailing kisses down my arm.
Shivers raced across my skin at his touch and I sighed. “What makes me different?” I asked. “I’m just an ordinary woman.”
Brett tilted my chin so I’d face him and when my gaze locked with his stormy gray eyes he shook his head. “No, you’re not.” He paused and took a deep breath. “There’s a reason why I am the way I am with you.”
My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my throat. He was so close and I could see it in his eyes what he was about to say to me next. Was I ready to hear it?
“Why are you this way with me?” I whispered.
He smiled and laid a gentle kiss to my lips, gazing longingly into my eyes when he spilled his secret. “I’m falling in love with you, Melissa. I spend every waking hour thinking about you and what it feels like to be inside you, both body and soul. You make me crazy, and I love every minute of it.”
He said what I knew he was going to say and my heart was ready to hear it. I didn’t want to run away from his love, but we both had work to do on trust. Even though we had to build on trust, it couldn’t deter the way I felt in my heart. I was falling in love with the man and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Rolling over, I straddled Brett’s waist and pinned his hands above his head. His eyes went wide, gazing mischievously up at me. “Do you want me again, baby? After what we just did I thought you’d be tired.”
Grinning from ear to ear, I glided my hips up and down his growing erection and watched him shudder beneath me. He squeezed my hands and groaned as I took his length inside me, slowly letting him fill me up. Softly, I said, “Don’t get me wrong, I am tired, but I want to show you how much I love you by making love to you again.”
And that was just what we did. For the rest of the night we made love over and over, whispering our affections to each other until the sun came up the next morning.
How could I deny something that just felt amazingly right?
Thirteen
The next week and a half flew by really fast and the day had finally come for Brett and I to meet with his client over dinner. We were meeting him at one of the top of the line swanky restaurants in downtown Charlotte called Marion’s. It was his client’s choice to go there, and when I found out we were going to that specific place I inwardly groaned with regret. It was the same place my ex-husband liked to go to every weekend. There was a huge possibility I would be seeing him tonight, and I prayed he wouldn’t cause a scene if we were to cross paths.
“I have so many ideas for this account, baby,” Brett said, beaming as he drove. Grabbing my hand, he entwined his fingers through mine and kissed my knuckles. “The place I’ll be building at is amazing. I’ve seen pictures of the area and I know you’re going to love it when we go out there for Christmas. That is, if you still want to go.”
I laughed and met his eyes briefly before he had to concentrate back on the road. “Why wouldn’t I want to go? I love California. I’ve been out there a few times. I look forward to going back, and maybe while we’re there we can visit one of my friends.”