This was not how she’d envisioned the day going, and yet it was perfect. So perfect.
Brett slipped two fingers into her again, and the walls of her pussy tightened around them. The friction as he slid them in and out was amazing—but it was the friction on her clit that made her crazy.
She tried to hold on, tried to make it last, but there was no stopping the freight train of her orgasm as it slammed into her. Every nerve ending in her body tightened into a hard knot—and then exploded outward in a shower of sparks and heat.
Tallie couldn’t speak. All she could do was feel. And Brett made her feel everything. He didn’t stop pushing her for more, didn’t stop tasting her until she cried out and pushed him away. It felt incredible—and she couldn’t take another second of it.
She rolled to her side, curled her legs up onto the couch, and lay there trying to piece herself together again. She heard Brett move and guilt speared into her. He’d just given her two of the best orgasms of her life and she was ignoring him completely.
His big palm skimmed over her hip, around to her naked butt, up her back. It was soothing and sweet and her heart ached just a little bit at his touch.
Calvin had never touched her like that. Sex with him had often been a rushed affair because he had things to do afterward, or it was late and he had to get up early.
Two orgasms with Brett and she had to wonder why she’d ever put up with that. There was clearly much more to sex than she’d experienced before.
When she could move again, she unfolded herself and rolled onto her back. Brett was still on his knees. He had a look of patience and incredibly intensity rolled into one and she knew that what had happened so far—how good it had felt—was only the beginning.
It occurred to her that she was utterly naked and he still had on his underwear, a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and outlined the hard bulge of his cock. She wanted to see him and she pushed herself onto an elbow to slip her fingers into his waistband. He didn’t stop her from pulling his boxer briefs down. When he sprang free, she had a moment of apprehension.
He was big, but it wasn’t necessarily that. It was how personal this had all become. And so soon after she’d stood on a stage and been sold into what was supposed to be sexual slavery.
Except that this man had been the one to buy her, and he wasn’t doing it to make her into a slave. She knew, if she suddenly changed her mind, he’d back away and let her get dressed.
And that made him worth more in her estimation than any man she’d ever been with before now. She didn’t have a lot of experience with men, but none had ever been as selfless and caring as this one.
It made her heart throb and her eyes sting.
She reached for him, for the hard length of him, and he hissed in a breath as she wrapped her hand around him. His eyes glittered hot and sharp on hers.
She stroked him, felt a dark urge seize her as he thrust into her hand, his body straining and controlled at the same time.
A series of shivers cascaded down her spine and over her nerve endings, until goosebumps rose on her skin despite the fire’s heat.
Tallie shifted toward him, intent on doing to him what he’d done to her, but he stopped her as she bent toward his cock.
“Not this time,” he said, shaking his head.
Tallie blinked. “Why not?”
“Because I want it to last, not end within seconds.”
She gaped at him. “I doubt I’m that good. I mean I know how to do it and all, but I’m certainly not an expert.”
He pulled her gently to a sitting position so that they were at eye level. He brushed her hair from her face. Her body reacted to that simple touch, wanting more, as she leaned into his palm.
“Trust me, Tallie. You are that good. I’d explode far too quickly for my liking if you put your mouth on me. We can leave that for another time.”
She grinned. “Okay, if you say so. We need a condom though.”
“Well aware. There are some in the bathroom upstairs, or didn’t you notice?”
“I didn’t.”
He pushed to his feet with a sultry smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
“I don’t plan on leaving.”
She was mesmerized by the play of light and shadow on his muscular form as he walked away. He was perfectly proportioned, his body packed with lean muscle, and she wanted to run her fingers over him endlessly.
He was back before she could question the wisdom in sleeping with this man she barely knew and might not see again after he took her home. She wanted to see him. She knew that much.
But would he want to see her? That she didn’t know. It almost made her tell him to stop, because of that old saying about cows and free milk, but that was ridiculous because she wasn’t a cow and she didn’t want him to buy, aka marry, her anyway.
He sauntered over to her and dropped a strip of condoms on the coffee table. Tallie arched an eyebrow. Brett laughed.
“I want to be prepared.”
“I’d say you will be,” she replied.
He was still hard, his cock jutting out from his body impressively. He pushed her back onto the couch, hovering over her as he dropped his mouth to hers. He didn’t lay on her, and she appreciated that. He kissed her sweetly, softly, then trailed his lips down her neck, over her collarbone, and then on to her nipples. He took his time with them, sucking them into hard points that stood tall and proud.
He cupped her breasts, worshipped them, and any embarrassment she felt over her lack of boobage began to fade. Brett didn’t seem disappointed in the least.
Tallie reached between them and wrapped her hand around him. He groaned softly and thrust into her hand like he had earlier. For some crazy reason, that particular move made her feel powerful and sexy.
“I need to be in you,” he said as he dragged his mouth from her breasts and reached for the condoms. “Are you ready for that?”
Her tummy did a slow flip. “Yes. So ready.”
He ripped a condom packet from the strip and tore it open. Then he took out the round rubber disc and rolled it onto his penis. Hot eyes met hers as firelight flickered over their bodies.
“I think maybe you should be on top,” he said. “Control the pace.”
She loved that he thought of it. “I’d like that.”
He sat on the couch and she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her knees on either side of his thighs. He was so gorgeous that she took a minute to look at him, at the defined muscle and glittering eyes of the man who’d saved her from a fate that would have stolen control of her life away and given it into another’s hands.
Tallie put her palms on his shoulders to steady herself. Between them, his sheathed dick rose up proud and ready. He held himself steady as she sank down on top of him, her heart hammering and her pulse tapping out a fast rhythm in her veins.
She went slow, getting used to him by degrees. He didn’t hurry her. Every inch of him stretched her full and wide, but the sensation was amazing. When she’d sunk to the hilt, they stared at each other.
“That already feels incredible,” he said, sounding like he was on the edge of control.
Tallie closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He wasn’t lying. It was amazing, and they hadn’t even begun to move.
Tallie shifted then. Brett gripped her hips to stop her. “Need a minute,” he said. “Or this will be over far too fast.”
Tallie found herself laughing, but it was a sexy laugh. A laugh made possible by the power she felt as this man admitted he wanted her so badly he was afraid of coming too quickly.
“I’m starting to wonder about you,” she teased. “Have you always had trouble with premature ejaculation?”
His eyes widened. Then he growled, but it wasn’t an angry growl. “Never. You’re just so fucking sexy. And tight. So damned tight and wet and hot. I want to thrust hard and fast, until I explode, but I also want it to last long enough to make you come again.”
Tallie smiled softly as she ran her fingers over his jaw. “You’re sweet.”
“I don’t feel sweet. I feel like the big bad wolf about to eat you up.”
Tallie leaned forward to press her mouth to his. But she stopped a whisper away. “Please, big bad wolf. Eat me up. I want you to.”
Brett wanted control badly, but he’d given it to Tallie because he felt like she needed it. After what she’d been through, he wanted her to make the decisions about how fast and furious things got. He needn’t have worried that she’d be too timid or afraid. She fused her mouth to his, shoved her tongue between his lips, and he drank in the hottest, sexiest kiss he’d ever experienced.
He eased his grip on her hips and she started to move, sliding up and almost all the way off of his dick before slamming back down again. Her movements were frantic, intense, and he wrapped his hand around her breasts, tweaking her nipples while she rose and fell again and again.
Soon, she dragged her mouth from his and threw her head back, riding him with abandon. He watched her with awe and lust and his balls tightened ominously as she made little noises that heated his blood.
Brett slipped a finger between them, stroked her clit with every thrust—and Tallie went wild. Her enthusiasm made him feel both protective and possessive of her.
She came in a wild rush, gasping his name and clutching his shoulders. Her pussy gripped him tight, her walls gloving him perfectly. He took a chance more on instinct than anything and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and driving into her. She rolled her head back and forth on the cushion, her eyes closed tight, and made the kind of hot noises that told him she was in the middle of a long and beautiful orgasm.
He drew it out as long as he could, though his balls were beginning to hurt with the effort to hold back his own release—and then he let go, driving into her one last time, his orgasm slamming into him and stealing his ability to say a single coherent word. All he could do was groan and enjoy the way his body tingled from head to toe.
Beneath him, Tallie went still. They were cheek to cheek now and he wasn’t sure what her stillness meant. Reluctantly, he pulled himself up to look at her.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him, and relief rolled through him. He hadn’t realized that he’d been afraid of hurting her until he saw that she wasn’t hurt at all.
“Wow,” she said.
He snorted. “Yeah, wow.”
“And to think I told you no earlier.”
He traced a thumb over her lower lip. So soft. “You did, didn’t you? What changed your mind?”
She nipped his finger. “Honestly? Sitting in the cold behind that woodpile and not knowing if you were coming back. Made me think about the uncertainties of life. As if I hadn’t had enough of a demonstration of that in the past several days,” she finished, her mouth twisting into a frown.
“I’m sorry for the uncertainty while you waited for me. And I’m definitely sorry for all that happened to you before that. But I’m damned glad you decided that saying yes was a good idea after all.”
Tallie yawned then. Brett skimmed his lips along the edge of her jaw. “I need to go take care of this condom.”
“Okay.”
He hated withdrawing from her body, but he had to do it or risk the condom loosening and semen spilling out. He got to his feet and Tallie snuggled into the couch cushions. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but it sure worked great for hot sex.
“I’ll be right back. You want anything from the kitchen? Water? Wine? Hot chocolate?” Because he knew she loved it.
“How about some water?”
“You got it, babe.”
Brett went to take care of business, disposing of the condom and then looking up to see his face in the mirror. He looked pretty satisfied. Content even. He gave himself a grin and then brushed his teeth and washed his face before going to rejoin Tallie.
He got the water and returned to the living room. The fire was burning merrily, blue flame licking the side of a log as the coals glowed red hot. Tallie lay on the couch with her eyes closed. She’d pulled a blanket over her body.
“Here’s your water, babe.”
She didn’t answer him. A soft snore escaped and Brett couldn’t help but smile. Tallie was completely worn out. He didn’t know if it was the walk into the village and all the fresh air, or the smoking hot sex that had done it.
Regardless, he’d watch over her until she woke. And then he’d do the hot sex part again if she let him.
Chapter Eighteen
Brett jerked awake at the buzzing of his phone. It took him a few seconds to realize that’s what it was, but once he did, he snatched it up and glanced at the screen.
Ian.
He slid the bar to answer and disentangled himself from the warm body of the woman who’d wrapped herself around him in her sleep. He didn’t remember falling asleep while sitting on the couch, and he didn’t remember Tallie cuddling up to him. All he remembered was a feeling of contentment and rightness that wasn’t typical for him. He wanted to examine those feelings, but he didn’t have the time.
“Yeah, boss?” he whispered
He shot a glance at Tallie, who hadn’t woken, and walked into the kitchen. He’d pulled on his underwear earlier but he still wasn’t clothed. It was chilly, but not freezing.
“How’s it going, Brett?”
“Other than the kid rolling a joint in the kitchen, it’s fine.”
Ian snorted. “He won’t be doing that again. His mother took the breach very seriously. He’s headed for a rehab program for a few weeks.”
“Good. He scared Tallie because I had to leave her parked behind a stack of wood. And give her instructions for what to do if I didn’t come back.”
Brett could still see her standing behind the wood, a log in her hands, waiting to wallop him with it. He’d taught her a few things tonight, but he hoped she’d never have to use them.
“How’s she handling it now?”
Brett thought of her riding him earlier. His dick started to harden at remembered sensations. God that had been hot. He wanted to do it again as soon as possible.
“She’s fine.”
“Good. Word on the street is that Von Kassel has decided our girl isn’t worth the expense of retrieving.”
Brett’s heart skipped a beat. But he dismissed it and told himself to focus. “Do you believe it?”
“Not entirely. But it might be accurate. Von Kassel’s fortunes are in trouble these days. He’s mortgaged the family estate and his company is in the red. Of course he still has a personal fortune, but it’s not as flush as it once was. And his habits at the gaming tables are well known, which means most casinos aren’t extending credit like they once did.”
“Boohoo. Poor billionaire.”
“He could have put up the one or two hundred grand for one of the other girls. But a million for Tallie Grant was beyond him.”
“Sick bastard.” They were all sick bastards in his estimation. “How’s progress on locating the other girls?”
“It’s going. We’ve liberated four so far. We’ll get them all.”
Brett was thinking. “If Von Kassel no longer wants Tallie, are you calling to tell me to bring her back?”
“Yes. I’ll have your papers waiting at the Delta counter in the Munich airport tomorrow afternoon. There’ll be two tickets to Dulles. I’ll have someone meet you when you land and take her to a safe house for a day or two.”
Brett heard what Ian wasn’t saying. “She trusts me, boss. She’s not going to want to go with anyone else.”
Ian didn’t say anything for a long minute and Brett knew he’d been right. Ian had been planning to hand Tallie over to another operative. “And what about you, Brett?”
“What about me?”
“You don’t want her going with anyone else, do you?”
Brett frowned. He could do this without admitting to the personal element. To the fact he’d crossed a line and
slept with the woman he was supposed to be rescuing and protecting. He wasn’t wrong to want to stay with her until she was home safe again.
“No, I don’t. I feel responsible for her, boss. I bought her from that sick auction and I had to get her to trust me. It wasn’t easy, either. But she does. She’s accompanied me across half of Europe and she’s done everything I’ve asked of her. I promised I’d get her home again. And I will.”
He thought Ian might be chuckling. “Fine, fine. Bring her to HQ then. We’ll get it sorted.”
Tallie woke in a bed. It was a soft, fluffy bed. She was warm and comfortable—and completely alone. She sat bolt upright, eyes darting over the room.
It was Brett’s room, the bigger room near the stairs, and light poured in from high windows set in the wall above. She lifted the covers.
Completely naked.
Tallie smiled to herself and dropped them again. She remembered what she’d done.
What they’d done.
She closed her eyes as her nipples started to ache. She wanted his mouth on her again. Everywhere. She’d thought they’d do it again last night, but apparently she’d fallen asleep and hadn’t woken until now.
He must have carried her up to the bed at some point. She didn’t remember it. She’d crashed hard. Probably because the orgasms wore her out. She couldn’t ever remember coming like that before.
Sex was good and fun and necessary. But sex with Brett Wheeler was somehow the most wonderful thing she’d ever experienced. Maybe it was the circumstances, or maybe it was him—all sexy, growly alpha male with a strong protective streak and a raftload of pain that he kept buried deep inside.
Whatever it was, she wanted more.
She started to throw the covers back and find something to slip into, but Brett appeared in the doorway holding two coffee cups. His hair was tousled, his chest was bare, and he wore a pair of sleep pants that hung low on his hips and emphasized those gorgeous grooves above his hipbones that exceptionally fit men had.
She wanted to lick him like a lollipop.
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