“I want you inside of me,” my voice hoarsely pleaded as I watched him work his way up my stomach to my breasts.
“Patience, Sasha. I won’t be denied worshipping your delicious body. I’ve waited too damn long. You’re better than the fantasy.” He sucked on one nipple and then teased the other, rolling it between his fingers. “Have you ever had someone fuck these gorgeous breasts of yours?”
I shook my head and closed my eyes, picturing him doing just that.
He tsked. “More for me, and I’m greedy. You should know that. I won’t ever get enough of you.”
The thrill of that statement shot through me. I was fascinated when he hovered over me, bringing my hands down next to my body.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
As I complied, he slid another pillow under my hips before thrusting into me, filling me to the hilt in one motion. We both groaned in pleasure at the swift intrusion. His eyes met mine. All I could do was watch him watch me while he drove deeply with long, deliberate strokes.
“I—Oh, God—” My body, which I was convinced was out for the count, started to respond again.
He was unrelenting, pounding deep over and over, causing pure electricity to course through my body. His fingers entwined in my hair, and my hands ran over his back, feeling his taut muscles. He shifted his weight and pinned my hips down to the bed.
I was thankful now for the pillows that allowed some leverage for me to meet his thrusts. The rhythm of his heavy balls slapping the curve of my ass was driving me mad. With a flick of his fingers reaching between us to my engorged nub, I was done for. I careened over the edge, relishing the primal growl ripped from his throat in satisfaction. With one final plunge, he collapsed on top of me.
We both lay like that for a while before he eased out. He maneuvered to the side and pulled me on top of his chest.
“You all right?” he whispered.
I nodded dumbly.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure what to say.” Did I want to admit that it had been life changing? How was I ever supposed to have sex with another man again? That thought left a crumb of fear that I didn’t want to examine.
“For starters, was that better than fine and better than the vibrator?”
I pushed up on his chest and looked him in the eyes. “It was a lot better than fine, although the vibrator does have some advantages.”
He arched a brow. “Such as?”
“For one, it could be ready for another round right now.” I squealed when I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back, and he impaled me on one thrust. He obviously hadn’t yet softened fully.
“Jesus, I was only kidding.” I shifted my hips to accommodate his ever-growing size.
He nipped at my ear, thrusting again. “What were you saying?”
“I was saying how you’re part machine and superior to the vibrator.” I reached up, stroking down his shoulders and then his biceps.
“Look at me while you touch me. Don’t close your eyes.”
His demanding tone fueled my arousal. I gripped his muscular backside. We moved with eyes locked on one another for several strokes. Then he stilled.
“Turn over. Up on your knees.” He pulled out, and moved the pillows in front of me. “Rest your elbows on the pillows and grab the slats of the headboard.”
I moved as instructed, and he pulled my ass further into the air. Pushing back into me, he went deeper in this position than the previous one. I could already feel myself ready to climax yet again.
“Your ass is definitely my second favorite thing.” His hands caressed, squeezed, and then gripped, holding me in position while he pumped hard and fast. Then his fingers reached around to ensure the orgasm came exactly when he wanted it to.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The wedding ceremony was exquisite, and Haylee could not have been a more stunning bride. I never would have thought myself the type of girl who teared up at a wedding, but I could feel my eyes getting misty while watching the emotion between the happy couple. Brian sat beside me, and I found myself wishing he could touch me. He must’ve felt the same because his leg scooted closer to mine, connecting by the slightest fraction.
After Josh’s speech about his beautiful bride at the reception, followed by his surprise, pulling her into his first public dance ever, there wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd. When their dance ended, other couples started out onto the floor, and a warm hand tapped my shoulder.
“Dance with me?” Brian asked.
Smiling as he took me out onto the floor, I noticed he was careful to keep the touching appropriate for two friends.
“I didn’t know you could dance,” I remarked lightly, noticing he moved smoothly.
“I’m a man of many talents.”
“Mm, I do look forward to exploring them all.”
He missed a step, his eyes meeting mine. The heat evident in them made my breath hitch.
“I underestimated your ability to talk dirty. Your approach is subtle, yet I’m on the dance floor with a hard-on now.” His voice was low and seductive.
A shiver lanced through my body. I hardly noticed I’d leaned against him until he exhaled heavily and reluctantly pulled back. How quickly my world had changed that the thought of having this particular effect on a man had me turned on.
We moved in silence until the end of the song. I could sense his hesitation in breaking the contact. I’d experienced the same feeling when he’d reluctantly left my room at three o’clock this morning.
“The drawback of a New Year’s Eve wedding is that people will expect us to stay until midnight, won’t they?”
The resignation in his voice made me laugh. “Afraid so, but I can kiss you without anyone thinking anything of it.”
“Kissing you at midnight in front of people is not a good idea, but by twelve-thirty I expect to have you naked, wet, and beneath me.”
My face heated. My thoughts were focused solely on that picture he’d painted in my mind when Colby came up to request a dance.
Brian’s tight smile and his possessive gaze let me know how he felt about it. But it wasn’t like dancing with another man at a wedding was against the rules we’d negotiated. I rolled my eyes internally. Since when was I a girl who was worried about obeying rules, anyhow?
“Why do I get the impression that I interrupted something?” Colby queried before leading me into the middle of the floor and showing off some dance moves of his own.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hoped I wasn’t blushing.
“In that case…” He turned me with ease and then dipped me dramatically.
I giggled when he brought me back up. Colby Singer might not be the kind of man I could ever date, but his boyish charm was irresistible. “Are you ready to become an uncle?” I asked, attempting to steer the conversation onto safer ground.
Colby’s features softened. “Yes, definitely, and we found out the baby is a girl. Haylee told Josh on the dance floor.”
I smiled. “That’s really great.”
“Can I say one thing about Brian, and then I’ll leave it alone?”
Obviously, he wasn’t waiting for my consent.
“He’s like another older brother to me. Maybe it’s the wedding or the whiskey making me sentimental, but I love him like one. Do me a favor and be good to him, all right?”
Huh. Maybe I’d underestimated Colby’s depth. “Okay.” I didn’t acknowledge whether I knew what he was talking about or not.
“Was Kenzie upset about the other night?”
I decided to play dumb for her sake. “Uh, no. Why?”
He shrugged. “She’s had this crush on me for years and seeing me at your door—Let’s just say I try to be respectful when it comes to, uh, interest in other women around her.”
“I think it’s nice that you’re sensitive to that, but she didn’t mention anything to me.” I wasn’t going to reveal something that might embarrass her or overstep my
bounds. I’d already done that enough during this trip by ‘accidently’ pouring wine all over Rebecca.
“Oh.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, he appeared disappointed by my response.
“Thanks for the dance, Colby.” When the music ended, I made my way back to my chair. I was happy to take a seat and get off my feet. Gorgeous heels didn’t always afford a lot of comfort, especially while dancing. I smiled at the fact that Colby was now leading McKenzie out onto the floor.
“It makes me crazy jealous to watch you dance with Colby,” Brian’s low voice whispered in my ear. He’d taken a seat beside me at the table.
I turned toward him and laughed. “You think I’d be interested in Colby?”
“Even if I wasn’t in the picture, I’d hope the answer would be no.”
I couldn’t resist the urge to mess with him. “Because if we are taking stock of the room, I think Will would have the best chance.” I tipped my head toward the handsome Aussie standing by the bar.
His expressive brown eyes immediately showed his temper. “Seriously?”
“You know I’m completely messing with you, right?”
“Jealousy isn’t something I deal well with, and you doing it on purpose pisses me off. Why do you think I specifically said no dating other people?”
This alpha side of him was doing strange things to my libido, but the independent-woman-of-thirty-two years balked at the concept. “We’re at a wedding where even the bride is dancing with other men. It’s what you do.”
He sighed. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to like seeing another man’s hands on you. It may be irrational, but now that I’ve been inside of you, I’m possessive as hell.”
I sucked in my breath. How was it that this man could make me feel hot all over and infuriate me at the same time? I took a big gulp of my wine, knowing it was going to be a long night.
***
An amazing display of fireworks rang in the New Year and capped off the amazing wedding reception. It was late by the time we arrived via limo back at the resort. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of Brian during the ride.
After entering in my room, I undressed, showered, and slipped nude between the cool sheets, where I waited for the knock on my door. My eyes were heavy, and with one last glimpse at the clock, I fell asleep.
I woke to a hot body sliding in behind me and hands skimming my side. “To find you naked like this is like Christmas morning,” Brian murmured into the crook of my neck.
“What time is it?” I stretched, feeling his erection behind me and his hands now on my breasts.
“It’s after two o’clock. Lots of family drama and no way of calling you without making it obvious.”
“Please tell me I wasn’t the cause this time.”
He chuckled, moving his hands down to my stomach and breathing in my scent. “Nope, not you. But it was Rebecca, and if a man could hit a woman, she’d be out cold.”
“Must have been bad. I can’t imagine you wanting to hit anyone.”
“Not me. Colby got into it with her over something she said. Then Benjamin got involved, then my mother. But I don’t want to talk about that anymore.” His fingers found me wet and wanting.
My body started to respond when he found my clit, but if I’d thought this would be a slow and sleepy lovemaking session, I was quickly proven wrong. Suddenly, the sheet was lifted and he stood up, sliding me to the edge of the bed by my ankles. Kneeling on the floor, he put my legs over his shoulders and dove straight into my trembling sex.
“Ahhh.” I was fully awake now. But suddenly my legs were dropped and he’d stood up. “Bri—where are you going? Oh—”
He’d gone into the bathroom and flipped on the light, casting the bed in soft light and shadows.
“I need to see you.” His voice was gruff as he assumed the same position.
I gasped in pleasure. Gone was the slow seduction and in its place a scorching hot urgency. His tongue separated my silken folds while a finger slipped inside of me. He sucked my hardened nub between his teeth, teasing it until I was practically clawing at the bed. His fingers moved in and out of my slick entrance while his talented mouth traveled south. I inhaled when his tongue speared into me while his thumb rubbed my clit with diabolical precision. “Come for me now.”
The gentle command was all it took. My body went taut and then melted from the scorching wave of heat that rolled through me from head to toe. I came with an explosive cry.
He stood and thrust into me, prolonging my orgasm. My core muscles clenched, making me impossibly tight around him.
He paused for a moment, and when I met his gaze, the restraint was evident in his expression. “You okay?”
I nodded, and he pushed in further. I moaned with unfiltered pleasure.
“You feel incredible.” The angle with my feet up by his head made this the deepest he’d ever been inside of me. His pace quickened as I accommodated his size.
My body started to respond to the spot he was hitting with focused intent. I’d always believed a purely intercourse-induced orgasm was a myth, so it took me completely off guard when the climax ripped through me. His groan echoed in the room before he stilled inside of me.
Kissing the inside of my right calf, he rubbed some circulation back into it before taking it off his shoulder and then did the same for the other. “I wish we didn’t have to catch a flight in a few hours.” He climbed into the bed, enveloping me into his warm body.
I buried my face in his neck and inhaled the masculine scent of him. “Me, either. And here I thought you we were going to do a sleepy making love thing.”
“Are you disappointed?” He bit my shoulder lightly.
“Not at all. It was merely unexpected.”
He kissed behind my ear, and I sighed with the delicious tingle it provided.
“I don’t make love.” He leaned back to meet my eyes.
“Ever?”
He chuckled. “Sure, when I was seventeen and sucked at it.”
“As previously established, I think we all did.”
“Does it offend you that I’d rather fuck you than make love?” His hands gripped my ass, and he pressed himself against me. He was already hard again.
“I think it turns me on more.” I whimpered when he threw one of my legs over his and brought our hips in line with one another.
“It’s more honest.”
“Why’s that?”
“Making love sort of implies that you’re in love. I’ve always had a tough time understanding how you make love with a stranger or how you make love when you don’t love that person.”
“Mm.” That made sense, but I was having a hard time concentrating when he rubbed against me.
“I don’t want to make you too sore,” he whispered, taking himself in his hand and stroking the tip of his cock against my tender cleft.
“I’ll have two weeks to recover.”
His smile made it obvious that I wouldn’t get any sleep the rest of the night.
***
The trip home was quite a bit less energetic than the flight down since most of the guests were hungover or had enjoyed little to no sleep. Myself included. The soreness between my legs reminded me why.
It was a different cast of characters this time around. For one, Kenzie had gone back to California on another plane. Meanwhile, instead of Charlotte, we were stopping in Virginia, where Brian would depart with the rest of his family. The final stop was New York.
Catherine and I chatted for a few minutes but then both lay our heads back for a nap until the first stop. I knew that I wouldn’t get much of a chance to speak with Brian before he deplaned with his family. I wasn’t prepared for the longing I already felt over his impending departure.
“Is Brian coming to New York?” Catherine inquired.
I could feel the plane start to descend. “No, he’ll fly out from here back to his place in Charlotte.” I tried to hide my disappointment.
She stood up smi
ling. “I’m going to go talk to Will. I have another fashion shoot I’d like to discuss with him.”
“Mm,” I replied, distracted and not realizing until Brian came back to sit down that Catherine had given him the opportunity to do so.
“Hi,” he smiled.
I was unable to help the grin on my face. “Hi, yourself.”
“Are you wishing I was heading up to New York with you?” His voice was husky.
I shrugged. “Maybe I’m looking forward to a goodnight’s sleep.”
He chuckled. “You’ve always been a terrible liar, Sasha.”
I swallowed hard when his hand brushed against my leg. “I uh, what are your plans for this weekend?” We’d only have two work days left in the week.
Amusement showed in his eyes. “Laundry, gym, probably clean the house—although I’m keeping the sheets as is because they smell like you.”
“Now you get to be tortured like I was.”
“It’ll add to the anticipation for seeing you the next weekend.”
Right. Our two-week agreement. At the time we’d agreed to it, I’d thought it might be too much, and now I was lamenting time apart. “What’s the plan for that?”
“We can discuss it in the next few days if that’s okay? How are you feeling, by the way?” His tone was back to low and intimate.
“I’m reminded of you every time I cross my legs. You could say I’m a little sore.”
Air hissed between his teeth, and his eyes dilated with desire. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. Finally, after taking a breath, he whispered, “I meant if you were tired or hung over. Once again, you’ve caught me off guard.” He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Oh, shit. I’d made him hard without even trying. Maybe I could do this dirty talk thing, after all, I thought, feeling my face heat. “Ah, sorry. I had the other on my mind and answered accordingly.”
He shook his head. “Not helping. Change of subject, please.”
“What would you recommend?” I grinned.
“Let’s talk about the team you’re going to put on the new pharmaceutical account. I’m kind of surprised you didn’t bring it up the entire time we were in Tortola.”
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