Within seconds he brings me undone. Tilting my head back I whimper as wave after wave of pleasure seeps through my body.
‘I owe you a whole week’s worth of orgasms, so I’m not going to stop until you come for me again, beautiful,’ he whispers seductively in my ear as his fingers continue their assault.
‘I’m not sure if my legs will withstand it, but bring it on, Mr Weston,’ I reply with a pant.
He’s true to his word. He doesn’t stop until he milks another mind-blowing orgasm from me. This time my legs buckle, but he uses his strength to hold me up. He frees my wrists before dropping the tie on the ground.
‘I need to be inside you,’ he growls. ‘I can’t wait another second. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast then take you to your room and make love to you nice and slow.’ His words make my body tremble with need. I hear him undo his zipper before he lifts me off the ground. ‘Wrap your legs around me.’ The second I do, he pushes inside me, filling me completely. He didn’t even bother to remove his pants.
We moan in unison as he withdraws before pushing all the way back in. It feels wonderful. Picking up the pace, he pounds into me as his lips find mine again. He’s never taken me so roughly before, but I love it. I love him.
Within minutes, he throws his head back and groans as his body shudders before stilling.
‘I’ve fucking missed you,’ he says as his eyes lock with mine.
‘I’ve missed you too.’ I cup his face with my hand as my lips softly connect to his.
‘Which way to your bedroom?’
‘The last room at the end of the hall.’ He’ll be the first person other than me to ever enter my sanctuary … he’s the only person I want to share it with.
He turns down the hall with me in his arms, his cock still inside me, and I find myself wishing we could stay connected like this forever. Pausing at the door, his eyes dart around my space.
‘I always wondered what your room would look like,’ he says. It pleases me that he’s thought about me in that way. ‘It’s very … white.’
I laugh. ‘It’s calming.’ What else can I say? I don’t want to delve into the demons of my past. That’s all behind me now. This room was the light in my darkness, but I don’t need it now, I have him. He’s changed everything—he’s changed me. Maybe it’s time I added some colour in here. Something to signify what he’s added to my life.
Withdrawing himself, he gently places me on the middle of my bed before standing to full height. I’m overcome with the loss of our connection. ‘I’ve barely survived this week without you,’ he says, sighing. ‘I don’t want to ever experience that again.’
I don’t want to be without him either.
I admire his exquisite body as he hastily undresses before settling over the top of me. ‘I love you so much, Jade.’ My heart swells as his eyes lock with mine and he tenderly brushes the hair from my face. I’ll never tire of hearing him say that. Never!
My mind drifts back to this morning, when I was having regrets about never telling him how much I cared for him. It’s time I rectified that. I don’t want any more regrets where he’s concerned.
The words fall from my mouth before I chicken out. ‘I love you too, Brock.’ Finally. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. His face lights up and his mouth curves into a smile. It’s the first real smile I’ve seen since he arrived here.
‘You really love me?’ he asks, like he’s unsure if I’m telling the truth. Doesn’t he realise how much I’ve struggled to voice my feelings?
‘I do,’ I reply, stroking his face. ‘It’s the first time I’ve ever said those words, but I wanted you to know how I feel. I truly love you, Brock … with all my heart.’
I see tears well in his eyes and it tugs at my heart. His kiss is soft and sweet—full of love. Nothing like the hungry and desperate kisses he gave me a few minutes ago. He slides inside me again, connecting us in the most beautiful way, and I feel whole again.
We’re going to be okay.
CHAPTER THIRTY
JADE
It’s midmorning when we both finally wake. We spent countless hours reconnecting before falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s the best I’ve slept since we’ve been apart.
‘Morning, beautiful,’ he says, rolling onto his side and caressing the side of my face. He looks refreshed, which pleases me. His gorgeous brown eyes don’t look as troubled as they did yesterday, and the dark circles under them are barely visible.
‘Morning, handsome,’ I reply, snuggling into him. ‘How did you sleep last night?’