by Unknown
She knelt in front of him and pushed his knees apart so she could get close enough to kiss him. His cock twitched and ached as the hard length of it pressed against her belly. Her kiss was intense and urgent. Until this point their kisses had been gentle and sensual. This kiss was powerfully erotic.
They were both breathing hard when she drew away and dropped to her haunches. She reached for his erection as she looked into his eyes. He held his breath as she wrapped her warm fingers around his width. With her gaze still on him, she lowered her mouth and licked the head of his cock.
He clenched his fingers in the comforter to either side of him and gritted his teeth. He wanted to grasp her head between his hands and hold her still while he moved his hips and drove deep into the wetness.
Yet, he wanted to take it slow with her. Their time together had been shared at an intense but gentle pace. It was one of the most sensual experiences of his life. If not the most. Something about her rocked the foundation of his being and he knew he’d never be the same.
He groaned as she lowered her head and slid him into her mouth. She sucked, while at the same time her tongue did tantalizing things to the length of his erection. She moved up and down in a slow, erotic motion that drove him toward an orgasm faster than he’d ever gone before.
She paused and let him slide from her wet warmth. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Are you sure?” He growled the words.
She nodded. “I want to taste you. I want to swallow all of it.”
The thought of her doing that was enough to make him groan. She smiled and slid her mouth over his cock again.
He watched her head moving up and down at a slow, erotic pace, felt the silk of her mouth as she slid his cock in and out. He slid his fingers into her hair as he moved closer and closer to climax.
His body tightened, aching with the need for release. Yet he held back, wanting to draw out the moment as long as he could.
He shouted, his voice hoarse and raw as he made a sound he couldn’t control. The sensations centered in his groin expanded, burning a path to every last nerve ending in his body.
She sucked, drawing out the sensations that were almost too much to bear. The rush of heat through his body was a continuously burning fire. He shut his eyes and all he could see were red and orange flames in his head.
And then it was too much. She had sucked him dry and he couldn’t take another second of the pleasure she was giving him.
She let his cock slip from her mouth as he opened his eyes and took her by the shoulders. His breath came in harsh pants. “That was fucking amazing.”
Her smile was filled with sensuality and mischief too, and she rose from her haunches onto her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
It was a long, searching kiss. He hadn’t thought the heat in his body could get any more intense, but it felt like his skin might burn away. His cock grew harder and harder. God he had to be inside her.
He grasped her, his hands almost encircling her slender waist. He lifted her and rested her soft bottom on his uninjured thigh. She tipped her face and looked into his eyes.
Something strange happened in his chest. A hard thump followed by heat expanding from the region of his heart.
He kept his gaze focused on her as he shifted her again, this time so that she was straddling him. A brief flash of pain in his hip and thigh caused him to clench his jaw, but he blocked it out and focused on the pleasure of having her in his arms.
The feeling of being inside her with no condom had been bliss the first time, as she was already protected against pregnancy. He knew having no barrier between his cock and her wet heat would be Heaven again. He adjusted his erection so it was positioned at the entrance to her core.
Concern widened her eyes. “Your injuries—”
He cut off her words as he brought her down hard on his cock at the same time he thrust up.
She gasped, her eyes widening, and she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in hard enough to leave marks in his flesh. The feeling impossibly added to his need for her.
His words came out in harsh grunts. “Ride me.”
Brooks felt hard and thick inside Natasha and she shifted in his lap, her body adjusting to his girth and length. She sucked in air, trying to breathe again after the way he had entered her. He filled her so well.
She hoped she wasn’t hurting him, but those thoughts vanished when he said, “Don’t stop until we both come.”
Her thoughts whirled as she obeyed him, moving up and down his length. He held onto her waist, bringing her down hard every time she rose.
“Come on, baby.” His face was a mask of intensity. “Fuck me.”
The way he said it was so damned hot. Her belly flip-flopped and she started riding him harder and faster. Whimpers and moans escaped her as his cock reached deep inside. Her breasts bounced, her nipples rubbing against his chest.
He lowered his head as he placed one palm between her shoulder blades as he nuzzled her breasts and drew her nipple into his mouth. She cried out, the sensations of him sucking her nipple and having his cock inside her almost too much to bear.
She felt like she might have melted and slid from his lap if he didn’t have his palm on her back, holding her in place. She gripped his shoulders tighter. The smell of sex and the feel of his damp skin against hers, mingled with his groans and her whimpers, and their harsh breathing. An orgasm had started to build inside her the moment he drove his cock into her core.
So many sensations whirled through her body, nearly overwhelming her. She bit her lower lip to try and hold it all together, but nearly lost it anyway as she spiraled closer and closer to climax.
“Let it go, Natasha.” His features appeared strained as he spoke. “I want you to come for me and come hard.”
Her eyes went wide, her heart nearly exploding as her orgasm slammed into her. A scream started to tear from her, but once again he clamped his hand over her mouth, holding it back.
It was as if a series of explosions went off inside her. She couldn’t catch her breath as her body throbbed, pulsed, and twitched with the extreme pleasure. The orgasm continued and she wondered if she’d ever come down from the place it had taken her.
Brooks had a grip on her waist again, thrusting up, every stroke deep and hard. She held onto him and gasped as he crushed her against him, growling out words she didn’t understand as he came hard.
She nearly screamed as another orgasm took her by surprise. It expanded throughout her, touching every part of her from head to toe. She felt lightheaded and was grateful he was holding onto her tightly so she wouldn’t slip from his arms into a puddle on the floor.
He continued thrusting as he held her, continued drawing out both their orgasms.
And then they were falling back onto her mattress. In a smooth motion he drew them both onto her bed so they were lying in each other’s arms.
It didn’t feel like she would ever come back down to earth again. She felt as if she would be flying forever.
When she did finally come back into her body, she let out a deep, shuddering sigh. He held her tightly to him, spooning her. She snuggled back against him and grasped his arm as it encircled her waist.
She closed her eyes, feeling safe in his embrace and like everything was going to be okay.
CHAPTER 18
Nothing would be okay. Likely not ever again.
Natasha lay in bed with her forearm over her eyes, blocking out the afternoon light as she tried to block reality, too.
Her throat hurt as she swallowed. How could having sex with Brooks lull her into such an overwhelming sense of trust that everything would go back to the way it used to be? It was completely naïve to believe that he could fix everything and keep all of them safe.
She flung out her arm to the side and it flopped onto the sheets that were still warm from his body. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Brooks had walked into the bathroom moments before. No
w that he wasn’t holding her, it was like she’d been thrown into the storm of evil once again. How could she feel so safe in his arms when nothing would be safe ever again?
The sex—that had been incredible, no doubt about it. Her state of mind was another matter altogether. She grasped the pillow he’d been lying on, covered her face with it and blocked out the light. The truth was she needed to smell him again. The fresh scent of clean linen mingled with his musk and the warm smell of sex. Her nipples tightened as lust rose inside her.
She tossed the pillow aside and pushed herself to a sitting position. She felt a little lightheaded, probably dehydrated after all of the activity she’d just enjoyed.
Several rounds of unbelievable sex called for a nice warm shower. Thing was, if she walked into that bathroom, she and Brooks might just end up having sex. Again. She couldn’t deny that shower sex sounded pretty damned appealing. Better than appealing.
With a shake of her head, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stared at the bathroom door. She couldn’t believe Brooks was in there now. She couldn’t believe she’d had sex with him when it was an incredibly dangerous thing to do in her situation.
Situation was far too mild of a word.
She put her hands to the sides of her head. God. She was going to go crazy from her emotions going up and down and up and down. She was going to need to be on a mood stabilizer if this kept up.
The sound of the shower starting had her looking in the direction of the bathroom. Brooks walked out, and she stared at him, taking in every nuance of the man she was coming to know.
Now here was a sculpture. Living, breathing, perfection. And she’d had her hands, lips, and tongue on almost every part of that amazing body. Even with the scratches and bruises, he was nearly perfect.
Yes… Her hands itched to touch him again. She could almost feel the steel of his shoulders and his finely honed biceps beneath her palms. His solid pectorals had grazed her nipples when she’d straddled him, and she grew damp between her thighs as the memory of riding his cock came wild and unbidden to her mind.
She wet her lips as she thought about grazing the hard plain of his ripped abs with her teeth. Her fingertips had skimmed his trim hips to his muscular thighs, avoiding his injuries, and she’d dug her nails into his tight ass that she now had the crazy urge to bite.
An amused smile tipped the corner of his mouth. “You look ready to eat me up.”
The depth of his tone and the rigid length of his cock told her he was more than amused. He was aroused again. All she had to do was crook her finger and he’d slide back into bed with her.
She couldn’t help a little smile of her own. “Behave, or I might just do that.”
He held up his hands. “Do what you will.”
She laughed. “I think it’s time for a shower.”
“Shower sex works for me.” His grin was sinfully wicked. “The water should be warm by now.”
She almost laughed as his thoughts mirrored her own. “If there wasn’t the possibility the heater would run out of water, I’d let you take your shower alone. But I don’t want to take the chance of a cold shower.”
“Good excuse.” He grinned and held out his hand. “Let’s go save some water.”
She shook her head, unable to stop smiling despite her earlier thoughts. She got to her feet and padded across the floor toward him. She liked the way he looked at her, his gaze taking in her body from head to toe. It was clear from the smoldering look in his eyes that he liked what he saw. She’d never been one to be vain, but she was glad he appreciated her—she certainly appreciated him.
He took her hand when she reached him and he led her into the small bathroom that she’d had remodeled not long after she moved in. Instead of the old-fashioned small claw foot tub, she’d had a tiled shower installed with a big showerhead. She loved showers, loved to stand under the spray and let warm water flow over her. This was the first time she would be in the shower with someone else, and she found herself looking forward to sharing it with Brooks.
She walked into the shower and stood beneath the water. The setting it was on felt like warm rain pouring down on her. She liked a gentle shower to start out with before changing it to a more powerful spray when she washed and rinsed her hair, then finishing with the setting of falling rain.
The moment Brooks stepped in with her, he took her in his arms and kissed her beneath the gentle spray. Water rained down her face, rolling down her body like her lover’s caress.
He pressed himself to her and his erection felt good against her belly. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth again, sucking his cock until he came and spilled his semen into her mouth. She’d never had a lover who had the kind of stamina that Brooks had, and he satisfied her completely.
“Turn around.” He took her by the shoulders and twisted her so that her back was to him. “Brace your hands on the wall.”
A feeling of anticipation rippled through her belly. She leaned forward, her palms on the smooth tile, and he positioned the head of his cock, ready to penetrate her.
He buried himself inside her in one smooth thrust. She let out a soft gasp of pleasure. His thrusts never failed to cause her to make sounds of desire and need. Every time he entered her was as if it was the first time he’d been inside her.
His strong fingers gripped her hips as he took her. With one long series of moans, she arched back against him, meeting his every thrust and loving how deep he went.
“Yes.” She let out the word with a soft cry. “Make—” She almost said, “Make love to me” but changed to the harder words that didn’t share the crazy emotions going through her body. “Fuck me, Brooks. Fuck me hard.”
A grunt of dominance escaped him as he rammed into her, taking her hard and fast. She loved the way he mastered her in sex, made her feel like she belonged to him. An oncoming orgasm spiraled closer and closer until she could barely think. All she could do was feel.
Her cries grew louder as he met her every need and desire once again. He reached around and stroked her clit and she caught her breath as he brought her closer to climax. Her eyes widened as she panted. He rubbed her clit gently, just the way she liked it, driving her toward the pinnacle.
She toppled over the peak with his next thrust. This time she did scream, and he let her. She was barely conscious of it, but she knew the shower tile would muffle what would have traveled through the thin walls of her home.
He shouted as he came, a rough masculine cry that reverberated through her and added to her own thrill and pleasure.
His pace slowed and then he was leaning over her back, holding her. She felt the beat of his heart and felt the heaviness of his breathing against her back. She tried to gather her wits as she slowly came back into her body.
He slid his cock from inside her and embraced her, so her back was now against his chest. She let out a long sigh, loving the feel of the warm water and his hard body pressed to hers.
Again he took her by the shoulders and brought her around to face him. He lowered his mouth, covering hers with his and gave her a long kiss. When he broke it, he stared into her eyes.
He searched her gaze, his expression now intense and almost serious. “Is it really possible that there’s such a thing as love at first sight?”
Her eyes widened and she couldn’t get a word out. Yes, she thought, I believe there is.
Cold water came from the showerhead, causing her to yelp. “We used all of the hot water.”
He nodded, but the serious look didn’t leave his expression. “Yes…it’s true.”
It seemed like an odd response to her statement, but then she didn’t think he was talking about the cold water.
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Brooks watched Natasha as they ate vegetable fajitas with flour tortillas. The mixture had chunks of tofu for protein since she didn’t eat meat. He’d grown up on beef and chicken and had never tried tofu. He couldn’t say he liked it—it didn’t taste like much and he
wasn’t crazy about the texture. But he was hungry as hell and ate several tortillas with the vegetable-tofu mixture and washed it down with iced tea.
She didn’t look at him during their meal, clearly pretending he hadn’t said anything about love at first sight. She chattered as if nervous, looking anywhere but at him, which didn’t surprise him considering the situation she was in and the “almost” L-bomb that he’d more or less dropped on her.
He didn’t regret what he’d said. It had come to his heart at that moment, something that had been building inside him since he had started studying her surveillance photos. He’d more than noticed her at the wedding, and he had a feeling that was when he’d fallen for her smile and her normally vivacious personality. He wondered what might have happened if she had made it to the reception.
It was also why he’d been so pissed when Natasha had been identified as a suspect in the case, and so much evidence had been against her. He hadn’t been angry just because she was a part of Christie and Trace’s family, but because his heart had recognized something in her that he wanted to claim as his own.
“You need to have your leg x-rayed.” She brought his attention away from his thoughts when she finally spoke. She gave him a reproachful look when his gaze met hers. “What if it’s broken?”
“I wouldn’t have made it down the hillside and around to your back door if it was fractured, and it doesn’t hurt.” It did hurt like hell, but the wounds were superficial. “I have bruises and some scratches.” He set his fork on his plate. “The car clipped my thigh, that was it. The femur is the strongest bone in the body, and it takes one hell of a lot to fracture it.”
She winced, as if the thought of breaking a femur hurt as much as the actual injury. “You should still have had it checked out after you walked Christie to her SUV.” A look of concern washed over her face and she dropped her fork, and it clanked on the china. She clenched her hand on the tabletop. “I need to call her again and see how she is. I should have done that earlier.”
“She’s fine.” Brooks put his hand over her small fist. “Trace is with her.”
