A Husband's Regret (The Unwanted Series)(36)

"Hitting the books?" His deep, quiet voice sent a little tremor of  awareness shivering up her spine. She shoved back the unwanted frisson  of sexual awareness and forced herself to smile.

"I'm doing research on an assignment due in a couple of weeks," she explained.

"Well, don't overtax yourself," he advised before heading upstairs. She saluted his back sarcastically.

"Yes sir," she said smartly before rolling her eyes at her own  childishness and continuing on her way to the study. She didn't get much  done before the rigors of the weekend caught up with her and her eyes  drifted shut.

She came awake with a start when she felt strong arms encircling her and lifting her up.

"Wha . . . I was just taking a catnap," she protested groggily, somehow  managing to speak clearly enough for him to read her lips.

"You've been in here for nearly four hours, and judging from the  computer screen, you've done all of five minutes' worth of work. That  wasn't a catnap, babe; you were completely out."

"Just so tired," she murmured incoherently before snuggling up to his  warm, strong, and naked chest. He must have been in bed until some  instinct had told him to check on her.

"It's okay," he soothed into her hair. "Sleep, sweetheart." She sighed  contentedly, burrowed closer, and was asleep seconds after he'd  deposited her in bed.



It was still dark when she woke up, but the room was filling with the  eerie gray light of the impending dawn. She soon recognized that she was  in Bryce's room, in his bed, and wrapped in his arms. He lay spooning  her, his knees tucked into the crook of hers, one strong arm snaked  under her head and the other draped over her torso. His large hand was  possessively spread over her abdomen. Bronwyn tried not to think about  how incredibly right this felt and focused on extricating herself from  his hold. She moved experimentally, but his arms flexed and his hand  gently exerted a little bit more pressure on her stomach. She relaxed  until she felt the tension seeping out of his arms and heard his  breathing regulate again. Once she was sure he was still asleep, she  subtly tried to move away again, but his reaction was the same as  before. She sighed quietly and stilled her movements, wondering why he  hadn't taken her to her own bed. She was still wearing the tank top she  had donned after her shower the night before, but her sweatpants were  missing. He must have removed them to make her more comfortable. This  left her wearing only her tiny silk bikini panties, and judging from the  expanse of hot, smooth male flesh pressed up against her back, Bryce  wasn't wearing much more than a pair of boxers.

She groaned softly, knowing that she should try harder to remove herself  from his arms, but it felt so good to be held by him that she was  tempted to stay where she was. She carefully laid her hand over his  where it rested low on her stomach and gently tried to lift it. His hand  quite unexpectedly curled around hers and she jumped in response to the  touch.

"I just wanted to hold you." His voice rumbled in her ear. His hand  briefly tightened around her smaller hand for a few seconds longer  before he let her go and removed his arm from around her waist. He  shifted away from her, giving her the space to leave if she so desired.  Bronwyn hesitated for a brief moment, impulsively turning around to face  him. She could barely make out his expression in the predawn light, and  against her better judgment she reached out a hand to touch his  stubbled jaw. His own hand lifted to trap her against the bristly  surface of his skin. Her palm brushed against the lower edge of his  sensuous lips.





  

"If you don't leave now, Bronwyn . . ." He left the rest of the  desperately whispered warning unspoken, and Bronwyn closed her eyes  briefly, praying for the strength to get up and walk away. She steeled  herself and gently dragged her hand out from under his.

"Wait," he whispered urgently, and she hesitated. He moved closer,  bracing himself on one elbow to look down at her. "I'm sorry, I have to  do this." Before she could react, his mouth found hers in an achingly  sweet yet infinitely hungry kiss.

"So sorry," he apologized again, when he lifted his mouth to stare down  into her face tenderly before dropping back down to claim her lips  again. His kiss was tender and loving and, as a result, Bronwyn found  herself helplessly responding to it. Her lips opened up and welcomed him  in and his tongue happily accepted the invitation, gently courting and  coaxing hers.

His hands moved down the slim column of her neck, to her shoulders,  stroking every centimeter of silky skin he encountered. His lips  followed his hands down. She felt his hot, moist breath on her sensitive  skin as he worked his way down, kissing every inch of available skin.  She cried out when she felt his breath on one tautly beaded nipple  through the thin cotton material of her top. His mouth moved over the  nipple and he very deliberately breathed onto the bud through the  cotton. The material sensuously abraded the sensitive peak, while his  fingers fluttered up and down the small slope of her breast, circling,  taunting but not quite touching the eager tip. Bronwyn sobbed  desperately as she wondered how he had gotten her so hot, so fast. He  glanced up into her face, over the small mound of the breast, and  grinned almost satanically. He hovered for an endless moment before  bending his head and drawing the tight nub of her nipple, cotton and  all, deeply into his hot, wet mouth. At the same time he buried his free  hand between her legs and found the other eager nubbin desperate for  his touch through her silky underwear.

It was like being jolted by a huge bolt of lightning; she screamed and  arched off the bed as she climaxed unexpectedly and with ferocious  force. Her back bowed and she remained taut for what seemed like an  eternity, as the spasms went on and on, while he drew her nipple deeper  and deeper into his mouth. He had one hand cupped in the nape of her  neck with the other still buried between her legs and kept them there  even after she went completely boneless and collapsed back onto the bed.  He lifted his head to chuckle hoarsely.

"You're so bloody gorgeous," he whispered as he gave her one final  stroke with his long finger before moving his hand to rest on her  heaving stomach. She barely heard him over the thunderous crashing of  her heart. She could hardly move and she was only just aware of him  dragging her top off and tossing it aside. He went back to work, kissing  her skin, licking, sucking, and nipping reverently. Bronwyn tried to  regain her equilibrium but it was an impossible task when Bryce was so  determinedly keeping her off-kilter.

He was patient and undemanding and Bronwyn sighed dreamily, feeling  ridiculously relaxed after her massive orgasm, while his sweeping hands  and loving mouth continued to do deliciously wicked things to her.  Gradually, his relentless patience started to have an undeniable effect  on her. Her nipples had beaded back into tight, hard nuggets, and her  breathing became more and more ragged as he kissed and caressed his way  over her entire body, front and back. Her panties had long since  disappeared, and she became sharply aware of that fact when his lips  found their way to her flat stomach. His tongue swirled in and around  the dent of her belly button, and she helplessly shifted her hips,  encouraging him to move even lower. She was amazed by how quickly he had  managed to get her so incredibly aroused again after her earlier  climax.

All thought fled her mind when his talented mouth found the moist core  of her femininity, and she shuddered violently with every stroke of his  tongue. She barely had time to brace herself before a second, even  bigger climax had her writhing around in ecstatic agony. He managed to  still her helplessly thrusting hips between his large hands as he  continued to lave her with his incredibly clever tongue.

"Stop," she whispered, unable to tolerate the overwhelming sensations  for much longer, but of course he could not hear her and continued to  relentlessly coax the almost painfully pleasurable response from her. He  made her come again and again until Bronwyn, so overly sensitive after  her repeated orgasms, had to pull at his hair to make him stop.

Bryce dragged himself up over her body and braced himself above her to  stare down into her sweaty face. His eyes were smiling down into hers  and he looked justifiably smug.





  

"Wow," she whispered after her climactic shudders eventually stopped. It  was light enough now for him to read her lips, and his smile widened  into a grin. She glanced down between their bodies and noticed that his  boxers had disappeared and that he was still very aroused. She  comprehended how incredibly one-sided this entire experience had been,  and she reached down to touch him. He hissed when her fingers closed  around him and groaned when she stroked his hard, hot length lazily.

"No," he whispered, when she tried to guide him to her and she frowned up at him. "I don't think it would be a good idea."