Only You (Adair Family #5)(88)

Two glasses of champagne, a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice, a vase with a few red amaryllis flowers, and a small cake covered in shiny chocolate ganache and gold leaf decoration. It looked straight out of a French patisserie. Two forks sat beside it. Soft music played from a phone nestled by the bucket.

“What have you been up to?” I asked quietly, a smile prodding my lips.

I felt Brodan’s heat at my back and then shivered as he kissed my bare shoulder, whisper-soft kisses that tightened my nipples behind my strapless bra. Then he tugged on the zipper of my dress, the sound resonating around the room as he slowly lowered it, the fabric loosening around my breasts and waist.

“I wanted to bring you here,” he said, his voice gruff, “to finish what I started all those years ago. To make you mine like I should have that day.”

It was like a dream as I turned in his arms and let the dress drop to the floor. I stepped out of it as I unbuttoned his waistcoat. We’d explored every inch of each other’s bodies, and yet the hunger for more persisted. To experience the bliss of Brodan inside me repeatedly.

I removed the strapless bra that matched my underwear, also courtesy of Brodan, but he murmured thickly for me to keep on my underwear as he stripped to his naked ass. Then he lowered me to the plush rug, stretching me out beneath him, and stared into my eyes as he braced his hands above my head.

A million emotions roiled in his striking pale gaze.

“What is it?” I asked.

He shook his head a little. “Just needed to remind myself this is real.”

Loud voices counting down from ten rent the air outside before I could say anything, and I smiled as Brodan murmured the countdown along with them.

Cheers filled the air with cries welcoming in the new year.

“Happy New Year, Brodan.”

“Happy New Year, my love.” He kissed me soft, sweet. But I could feel him hard and hot between my legs.

I caressed his naked, strong back and whispered in anticipation, “You really need to remove my underwear if we want to take this any further.”

“I intend to,” he promised, trailing kisses over my breast. “But first, a little reminder …” His hand coasted down my stomach and my muscles contracted with desire as his fingers slid beneath the fabric of the high-cut lingerie. Then his fingers were on that nub of nerves, rolling and pressing, pleasure zinging down my spine. I arched my hips into his touch. He looked up and watched me with savage determination on his face as I climbed toward climax. “That’s it, Sunset. Find it.”

As soon as I did, he swallowed my moans in his mouth. His fierce, yearning kiss that swept me up. I felt him brace himself over me again, pouring himself into me until we were both panting. When his mouth left mine, it was so he could kiss me all over. His tender kisses trailed a path down my neck, my chest, my breasts, to my stomach where he took his time over every freckle he seemed so fascinated by.

By the time he reached the waistband of my underwear, I was needy with want all over again. Our eyes met as his fingers curled into the fabric, and I lifted my hips to help him remove them. There was something about this act that turned Brodan on, and I reminded myself to always leave on my knickers so he could take them off. The thought made me smile, and curiosity gleamed in his eyes at the sight.

But then my underwear were off, and Brodan’s mouth was on me, his tongue circling my clit, his fingers gripping tight to my thighs as he feasted. He kissed and licked and laved until I exploded with relief. I’d barely stopped shuddering through it when Brodan braced himself over me again, holding my gaze as he nudged into me.

“Protection?” I had the forethought to gasp.

Brodan smirked. “I put it on while you were coming very hard, my love.”

I chuckled until it petered into a moan as he pressed inside in a slow, thick glide. He kissed me again, deep but languidly, and I wrapped him up, my thighs clasping his hips, my arms around his back, clutching him to me.

Eventually, I broke the sweetness of our kiss because I couldn’t contain my moans. With every slow thrust, Brodan pushed me toward climax. Seeing and feeling my pleasure seemed to be Brodan’s undoing, and I felt the strain and tension in his body as he forced himself to keep a steady, torturous pace.

“Brodan,” I whispered in a plea. “Brodan.”

“I’ll never get enough of that,” he told me hoarsely. “Hearing you say my name as you come.”

His words only pushed me further toward that cliff of satisfaction. My nails dug into his shoulders and he gritted his teeth, powering harder into me even as he kept up that tormenting pace. “Come for me, Sunset. Let me feel you come.”

And just like that, I did.

I cried out, throwing my head back and tightening my thighs around him, arching into his thrusts as my inner muscles spasmed around his cock.

Brodan stiffened and then let out an animalistic growl as he throbbed inside me, his hips slowing to a judder as he climaxed.

He groaned, collapsing over me, careful to keep much of his weight off me even as he buried his head against my throat. He ground his lower body into mine as the last of the shudders rippled through him.

I caressed his damp back as I stared into the stone ceiling above. The thought of ringing in every new year with Brodan like this crossed my mind, only to be chased out by fear. I didn’t want to think too far ahead. To make promises to myself that he nor I could keep.