Page 45 of Daring Destiny
“Patience.” He kisses up to my clit, toying with it on the tip of his tongue. “I love when she pokes out and says hello.” He sucks on it and my hips jerk.
His hands travel up my calves to my inner thighs. He presses them apart as he continues to devour me. It’s sensory overload. I’m heaving. Panting. Zings of electricity are shooting throughout my body. .
“Your cock. Put it in me,” I beg. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”
He stands, grabs my ankles and yanks me down the hood. Works his cock out of his jeans and pumps it firmly, wiping a bead of pre-come with his thumb and drags it through my folds. “You’ve got it.”
“Hurry.” I lean up on my elbows and watch him nudge inside. So. Slow. Too slow.
I try to tilt my hips up to meet him, but he presses me down and resumes his pace of sliding in inch by inch. Torturing me with long, languid strokes. Filling me. Pulling out. Pushing back in. I squeeze around him and it’s like a dam bursts, I have to bite my fist to keep my screams from conjuring up every wild animal in the vicinity.
“I love you,” I cry out without thinking. It’s the truth though.
I plant my feet on his chest and grip his wrists as he thrusts into me, harder and deeper now. He moves my legs and pulls me up so I’m sitting on the edge of the hood, my arms and thighs wrapped around him as he rolls his hips to drive into me deeper. I’ve never felt so bonded to anyone in my life. “I love you too, A. For so long.”
Brennan’s hands skim down my back to my ass and we grind against each other, our mouths fused as we chase the next monumental release. He sets an impressive pace, increasing the tempo and pounding me harder, until I’m biting his shoulder in anticipation of what’s to come. He reaches between us, finds my clit and rubs it aggressively, knowing it’s what I need.
We fall apart at the same time, exploding into the desert night like the stars above us. He clings to me, speechless, his face slack with pleasure.
“Holy orgasm,” he wheezes. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
I know how he feels. “Do you think you can still walk?”
He pulls back to grin at me. “Can you?”
“I’ll manage.” I rest my hand lightly on his hip, looking down at our joined bodies. “Besides, we need to get back to the hotel. I want it to be just me and you without interruption until I go back to Seattle.”
“Me too, but I meant it. I want you to stay.” He gathers me tightly against his chest. “Another day. Week. Month. For as long as possible.”
The look on his face tells me he’s dead serious
I belong with him. He needs me.
And, I realize, I need him too.
eighteen
Brennan
One Month Later
Thedoortothenew condo Astrid helped me rent clicks behind me.
The entire atmosphere is calm, like the place is holding its breath in the cool evening light.
When she decided to extend her stay for a month, I brought her back to my cramped, studio apartment. The look of horror when she stepped inside gave me a wake-up call. A thirty-two-year-old man living like a fucking college student isn’t sexy. Or cool.
It’s pathetic.
I guess there’s a reason I’ve never taken her to my townhouse in Seattle, it isn’t much better. Needless to say, we stayed in a hotel until it was ready. Because, yeah. I may not be house proud, but I still wanted to get laid.
So, she called in a favor with a realtor friend and I signed a year lease on this amazing new condo. At a rent I didn’t even know existed in Palo Alto.
Astrid’s touch is everywhere. She guided me through a whirlwind of decisions I didn’t know needed making. I’ve never given my living space much thought before, which was a big mistake. With her impeccable taste, the sleek, modern unit feels like a home.
Ourhome. Except, it’s not.
She’ll be leaving soon.