Only You (Adair Family #5)(82)

He reached for me, taking my hand as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Then he guided me to straddle him, his arousal hot against my stomach. My breath stuttered at the vulnerability of being spread over him.

My fingers curled into his big shoulders as I took in Brodan’s expression. Need, fierce need, battled with gentleness. I loved him for it. As soon as that word crossed my mind, I threw it from my head. I wasn’t quite ready to give myself to him in every way.

For a second, doubt crept in.

But Brodan easily distracted me by sliding his hand along the nape of my neck, tangling in my hair to grab a handful. Then he gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.

I gasped as sensation slammed through me, my hips automatically undulating against him as he sucked, laved, and nipped. Tension coiled between my legs, tightening and tightening as he moved between my breasts, his hot mouth, his tongue—

“Brodan,” I groaned.

Then he stopped, and I lifted my head to beg, to plead for him to keep touching me, but halted when he gripped my hips. Guiding me, he lifted me up, and I stared down at him, waiting as he took his cock in hand and put it between my legs. Yes, yes, yes. My excitement throbbed as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the hot tip of him against my slick opening. Electric tingles cascaded down my spine and around my belly, deep in my sex.

Brodan grasped my hip, fingers clenching into my skin, while he cupped my right breast with his other hand and squeezed. I gasped at the overwhelming, thick sensation of him as I lowered.

The coiling tension left over from my last orgasm teetered me on the edge of coming again. I cried out and clung to his shoulders as I rose and plunged back down. Brodan’s grip tightened as I rode him for what only felt like seconds before my climax tore through me, my inner muscles rippling, tugging, and drawing Brodan deeper. Shuddering, my hips jerking, my abs spasming, I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on. He rested his forehead against mine, his shoulders moving up and down with his excitement.

As the last of the tremors passed, I felt the overwhelming fullness of him inside me and knew I wasn’t done. Oh my God. The man was turning me into a sex fiend.

Flushing, I lifted my head to see his reaction, and the firestorm of desire in his eyes made my inner muscles pulse around him.

Brodan grunted at the feeling and then said, voice hoarse, “Do you know how hard it was not to come with you?”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked against his soft lips.

In answer, Brodan stood up with me wrapped around him, and then turned to drop us on the bed, me on my back. The motion made him drive deep inside me, and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brodan murmured thickly and then wrapped his hands around my wrists and pinned them to the bed at either side of my head.

His control snapped.

He thrust into me. Hard.

“Oh, God!”

Satisfaction blazed in his eyes as he moved inside me. I wanted to feel him; I wanted to grip his ass in my hands and feel it clench and release with each stroke, but he held me down.

That only excited me more.

The tension built in me again with every thick drag of him in and out. His drives came faster, harder. Then he released my wrists, but only so he could get up on his knees. Grabbing my legs, he spread me wider and tilted my hips up off the bed, his fingers biting into the back of my thighs. Then he pumped inside me even faster, harder. His hips snapped against mine as his features strained taut with desire. His gaze dragged over my body, watching my breasts shake and tremble with the force of his thrusts, and I saw his expression darken with pure lust. The sight of him above me, between me, fucking me like he couldn’t get enough, was my undoing.

I shattered again. The exquisite feel of my muscles milking Brodan’s cock prolonged my climax. I shuddered and shivered beneath him, gasping and panting in disbelief as the sensation rolled through me.

“Fuck, Sunset. Fuck!” Brodan’s grip on my thighs was almost painful as he pulled me tighter against him and let go. I felt his cock swell inside me and contract as he climaxed, throbbing and pulsing, his long groan almost animalistic as he shuddered through the release.

His grip on me eased as he panted for breath, his gaze meeting mine in shattered awe.

I understood completely.

He gently pulled out of me, and I hissed at the sensation, feeling a slight twinge.

“You all right?” He poised above me, concern etched into his relaxed features.

“I don’t know,” I whispered back. “I think you’ve ruined sex for me with anyone else forever.”

He grinned, slow, languorous, sexy as he pushed between my spread thighs and leaned over me. The damp skin of his hard stomach brushed against mine as he cupped me possessively between my legs. “Good. Because this is mine now.”

I smirked against his lips. “Does that kind of talk work with other women, Brodan Adair?”

A hard glint entered his eyes. “I’ve never said or wanted to say it to another woman.”

“Well, let me educate you,” I murmured sleepily, wrung out from the most amazing orgasms of all time. “What you’re petting with your hand right now belongs only to me. But since you just pleasured the life out of me, I’m willing to maybe, possibly, offer co-ownership. Sixty–forty, perhaps.”

Brodan barked a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s good to hear because my dick just experienced a version of heaven it didn’t know existed until now, and we’re both feeling quite attached.”