Trusting You (Second Chances #2)(30)
“And what do we have here?” he purred, fingering the pearls around my neck before gazing down at my heels. “I think we can put those pearls to better use don’t you think?”
I bit my lip. “What did you have in mind?”
Straddling my waist, Brett unwrapped the pearls from around my neck and lifted my arms above my head. “Hold on to the bed post,” he commanded. Taking the pearls, he securely tied them around my wrist and around the bed posts, locking me in place; I instantly felt wet between my legs.
He sat back, growling deep in his chest, and just shook his head while raking his gaze down my naked body. His heat-filled stare had me shivering all over my flesh and aching for him to touch me, to satisfy the need growing in my belly. Slowly, he lifted each one of my legs and bent them at the knee, separating my thighs apart. Biting his lip, he lowered his face to that throbbing part of my sex that yearned for his attention. His tongue flicked across my nub and I bucked against the bed, hissing as the warmth tingled its way throughout my body.
“Easy, firecracker,” he teased. “We have to take it easy on those pearls. If you move too much you might break them. We can’t have that now can we? They look f*cking hot wrapped around your golden skin.”
He licked again and I moaned feverishly. The teasing was driving me crazy, so I cried out impatiently, “Please, Brett. I need you inside me.”
“All in good time,” he breathed huskily. Grabbing my legs, Brett draped them over his shoulders and lifted up my hips with his hands on my ass. Devouring me with his tongue, he licked and sucked and plunged in deep, tasting all of me he could. In a matter of seconds, I was bursting at the seams. The trembling of my orgasm rocked my body in spasms while Brett lapped up all traces of my desire for him, chuckling deep the whole time.
Sliding my legs off his back, he settled my hips back down on the bed and crawled on top of me. “I think you’re ready now,” he quipped. “You needed to get loosened up a bit.”
Breathing heavily, I glared at him incredulously. “I didn’t need loosening up. You just wanted to see me writhe against you.”
With a smirk on his face, he didn’t even answer, but I knew what that look meant. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I could feel his rigid cock pressed against my opening. He entered me gently at first, but then thrust in hard once my body accommodated to his width.
He groaned. “I love it how you’re always wet for me, Melissa.”
“I can’t help it. You’re just amazing at what you do in the bedroom.”
Brett chuckled lightly and picked up his pace while also undoing the pearls around my wrists at the headboard. “I want to feel your touch as I come inside you,” he murmured in my ear, tossing the necklace to the floor. My eyes rolled back in my head and I clenched my legs tighter around his body. His words alone could penetrate me down there and get me off. I was so close.
Wrapping his arms around me, Brett pulled me close and pumped faster while his mouth captured mine, muffling out my screams of pleasure as I cried out against his lips. His tongue was hot and sweet, laced with the taste of me … of my desire for him. I could feel his heart pumping rigorously against my chest as he lay on top of me, devouring me, and so close to spurting his release inside me.
“Come with me, baby. I want to feel you clench around me and know that I’m sending you over the edge when you send me over mine.”
Panting and breathless, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as his words did me in. Almost immediately, the tightening between my legs had me reeling over the edge; I came hard and fast. Brett’s grip dug into my skin, but I welcomed the sting of it as he grunted in my ear and spilled his warm seed inside of my body. Breathing hard, Brett collapsed beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist, feathering gentle kisses along my arm and shoulder as he calmed down.
We laid there for about an hour, just breathing and touching each other in pure silence; it was relaxing and soon I found myself slowly closing my eyes to the night. However, the uncertainty in Brett’s voice when he whispered in my ear woke me up.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
When I opened my eyes, the glow from the candles lit up only one side of his face while the other was completely hidden. It made the haunted look in his eyes look even more daunting.
“Okay, is something wrong?” I asked softly, gazing up at him.
He blew out a breath and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk to you about what my grandmother said to you when you were over there the other day.”
My eyes went wide and I bit my lip. “How do you know what she said to me?”
Sadly, he smiled halfheartedly “Because she told me. I’m shocked you haven’t asked me about it.”
I took his face in my hands and rubbed my thumbs over the tense muscles in his jaw. “I wanted you to feel comfortable confiding in me. I hoped one day you would open up and tell me yourself.”
Brett tilted his face and pressed his warm lips to the palm of my hand. “I knew eventually I would tell you, but it was a dark time in my past that I’ve tried every day to forget. You know how my mom died, but you don’t know why.”
“I don’t,” I agreed, shaking my head gently.
He took a deep breath, and without stopping, he explained the whole story of his tragic past, “My mother loved my father, and in some ways I guess my father loved my mother. However, there came a time when he didn’t love enough. When she found out he cheated on her everything went to shit. She stopped smiling and stopped living until one day everything changed. I remember it all so clear, too. It was the day of the big football game and I was pumped, being the quarterback and all. The championship was riding on my shoulders. Before I left for school, my mother smiled and hugged me, and told me how much she loved me. I thought she was coming around, but I was wrong.”