A Husband's Regret (The Unwanted Series)(56)

"You drive me crazy," he said shakily before claiming her lips in a kiss  that was the polar opposite of the gentle one he had given her before.  It was hot, possessive, and downright raunchy.

Her hands fluttered aimlessly for a few seconds before reaching up to  bury themselves in his luxurious hair. She arched up against him and he  muttered something unintelligible into her mouth before releasing her  face. In a move so fast it had her head spinning, he swung her up into  his arms and strode toward the living room sofa.

"I'm sorry, babe," his voice was strained as he placed her on the soft  sofa, kneeling on the floor beside her. "I don't think I can make it up  to the bedroom. Are you sure you want this?" She rolled her eyes at his  ridiculous question and pulled him back toward her. He made a  half-laughing, half-groaning sound as he claimed her lips again,  smothering her own happy little giggle. She had the softness of the sofa  against her back and the hardness of Bryce plastered against her front.  He made no attempt to hide his obvious arousal from her as he climbed  onto the sofa with her and unabashedly settled between her spread-eagled  thighs before grinding himself up against her hot center.

"I've missed this," he confessed, relinquishing her lips again. "I've missed us."

"Me too," she admitted, losing herself in his burning gaze.

"Gorgeous," he ground out thickly, reaching for the hem of her plain  T-shirt and tugging it up and off her in seconds. Bryce stared down at  her small breasts with such burning intensity that she knew she was  blushing from head to foot.

"Pretty," he grunted, his voice so thick she could barely make out the  word. One strong forefinger traced the delicate, scalloped edge of her  shell-pink demi bra, and she sucked in a breath when the tip of his  finger came within a hairsbreadth of the hard little peak of her breast.  His other forefinger echoed the movement on her neglected breast, and  she moaned huskily, arching herself up in the hopes that he'd touch her  the way she needed to be touched. He smiled in response before placing  the flat of one hand on her chest, between her breasts, and gently  pushing her back down.

"No rush, babe . . . relax." He barely got the words out before dropping  his lips on her mouth again for another fiery kiss. Bronwyn inhaled  sharply, breathing in the delicious smell of him, before wrapping her  slender arms around his back and digging her fingernails into his hard  muscles.

He lifted his head and trailed his mouth down over her chin, down her  delicate neck, down down down to her chest, until they reached the  barely there slope of one breast. His lips traced the same lacy edge his  finger had explored moments before, and Bronwyn shuddered when she felt  his hot moist breath against her overstimulated nipple.

"Please," she whimpered. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease . . ."

His mouth descended onto the tight, aching nub through the satiny  material, sucking so hard that the pleasure bordered on pain. Before the  sensation became too uncomfortable, he eased off, regretfully dropping  the softest of farewell kisses onto the delicious little morsel before  moving over and gracing her neglected breast with the same treatment.





  

He sat up abruptly, kneeling between her widespread thighs, looking  primal and fierce with his hair mussed, a flush highlighting his harsh  cheekbones and his jeans unsnapped at the waist. She hungrily drank in  the sight of the hard pillar of flesh relentlessly pushing up from the  open fly of his jeans before shifting her gaze back up to his eyes. He  was doing a bit of visual devouring of his own-dragging his ravenous  gaze up and down her half-naked body with an intensity that made her  quiver in response.

He dragged his shirt up over his head, not even bothering with the  buttons, and tossed it aside. Bronwyn nearly moaned out loud at the  sight of his well-developed upper body. Her hands helplessly reached up  to trace his well-defined pecs and abs, and she watched in intoxicated  fascination when his muscles bunched and leaped beneath her wandering  hands. She already knew his body so well but still felt like she was  seeing and discovering him for the very first time. She sat up too and  hungrily sucked and licked the salty, smooth skin of his chest until he  groaned painfully.

"You're so . . ." The rest of his words were muffled against the skin of  her neck, which he dragged into his mouth hungrily before moving back  up to her mouth like it was some irresistible lure that he could not  stay away from. His hands found the clasp of the bra at her back, and  she felt the garment loosen but remain sandwiched between their bodies.  She moved far enough away from him to yank the offending scrap of satin  and lace away, plastering her naked skin back up against his hot, smooth  chest. He hissed at the feel of her against him and dragged his head up  to gaze down at her pouting little breasts in unabashed hunger. They  were both kneeling on the large sofa now, both topless and dressed only  in their jeans. Bryce cupped her breasts and tested their slight weight  in the palms of his hands before his thumbs descended onto the hot coals  of her raspberry-red nipples, flicking and teasing at them while she  arched her back in an effort to get them into his mouth. Not one to turn  down such a very delicious invitation, Bryce complied with her unspoken  demand and dragged first one sweet little nub into his mouth, and then  the other. The sensation was so overwhelming that it stole the breath  from her body and left the scream of ecstasy she'd been about to utter  lodged in her throat.

"Sensitive," he grunted unnecessarily, his voice filled with primal  satisfaction. He barely lifted his mouth from its delicious task to  utter that guttural observation before dipping back down to where the  creamy, berry-tipped treats awaited him. He had one strong, large hand  braced firmly against the small of her narrow back. His other hand was  working at the snap of her jeans, and before she knew it, he'd deftly  pushed the stiff denim far enough down past her narrow hips to allow his  eager fingers room to delve between her slender thighs, where they  cupped the dripping-wet band of satiny material at her core.

Bronwyn ground herself up against his hand while Bryce, a consummate  multitasker, still had his mouth on her overwhelmingly sensitive  breasts. His fingers were burrowing beneath the line of her panties, and  one very talented digit immediately found its way to the little knot of  nerve endings at the junction of her thighs. He strummed her delicately  for a few seconds, and Bronwyn convulsed violently, a strangled cry of  crippling pleasure tearing from her throat. Recognizing that she was on  the verge, Bryce replaced the finger with his long thumb and found the  tight, wet entrance to her body, which he breeched with a gentle, yet  assertive, thrust.

The combination of his thumb on her clitoris, his long finger lodged  firmly inside of her, and his mouth tugging insistently at an aching  nipple sent Bronwyn tumbling over the edge of insanity, and the scream  ratcheted even higher as her back arched even more while her hips thrust  frantically at his hand.

Her hands were digging into his broad shoulders, and Bryce stared down  into her face, drinking in the sight of her prolonged orgasm like a man  dying of thirst. After what seemed like an eternity, Bronwyn stopped  convulsing against him and her cry faded into breathless little sobs as  she melted against him. He gently allowed her limp body to slide down  onto the sofa, where she lay staring up at him with wet eyes and a look  of utter, shocked devastation on her face. He smiled tenderly, dropping a  kiss onto her gasping lips before tugging her jeans and skimpy pink  bikini briefs down her languid, unresponsive legs. He made a frustrated  noise when the clothing snagged at her ankles but managed to prevail  before tossing them aside triumphantly.

"Love me, sweetheart?" he asked roughly, and she smiled contentedly up into his sweaty face.

"More than you can possibly imagine," she mouthed, and he grinned happily.





  

"Good. I'm going to make love with you now," he proclaimed intently, and  she swallowed a giggle at the solemn announcement. He looked so  serious.

"Well then, stop talking about it and get on with it," she said, still  fighting for her breath after her massive climax. He growled at the  challenge and tugged a condom from the back pocket of his jeans before  impatiently shoving them down to his knees and dropping down between her  spread thighs. Bronwyn, who was starting to feel halfway normal after  the emotional and physical wreckage of her overwhelming orgasm, stared  up at him when his face appeared in her line of vision. The ruddy color  along his stark cheekbones had intensified, his eyes looked feverish and  desperate, and his hair fell down to frame his face in a wild mane. She  had never seen him look more intense and focused. She raised her heavy  head and looked down to where he was poised like a battering ram between  her legs. She could see the head of his shaft above her feminine mound,  and she felt the rest of the hard column sawing up against her cleft.  An instant later and her head fell back with a moan when the intense  sensations surged to life again.