"I'm never letting you slip away from me again," he said, as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. "You belong with me."
"I know," she said on a nod. "I do. Everything feels right being back with you."
"We're going to keep it that way. I promise."
"I promise, too," she echoed as she held his face, not wanting to look away, not wanting to break the hold he had on her. "Fuck me, take me, make love to me," she said in a hot whisper.
"It is always all three, babe. I assure you when I fuck you, you are always the woman I love. You always have been. You always will be," he said as he pushed up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She ached between her legs, pulsing with heat and want.
He gazed hungrily at her. "Beautiful," he murmured on a low rumble, fucking her with his eyes, his hot stare making her wetter. He unzipped his pants and pushed down his briefs, freeing his gorgeous cock. It was beautiful-long, thick, hard-and she knew what it could do. She knew the depths of pleasure he alone could deliver. She was schooled in the way his cock could take her to heaven and back.
He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled with desire, watching the path of his hand. He mesmerized her as he slid his finger through her folds. A current surged through her from his caress. Then she turned fever hot as he took his hand away and spread her wetness along his shaft.
"You're so fucking turned on, I can coat myself in you," he said, rubbing her slickness on his hard length.
Her mouth watered as she watched him stroke himself with her arousal. He groaned savagely as he spread her heat on the head, then back down all along his length. "I could get off like this right now. With your wetness on my cock. I want more of it. I want you all over my dick," he said, going in for a second round, brushing his fingers across her hot center then returning to his cock. His eyes floated closed as he stroked-a long, lingering, tantalizing stroke meant to tease her to the point of no return.
It worked. Oh hell, it worked. She was an inferno.
She couldn't wait. Seconds seemed too long. She had to have him inside her. "Please," she begged, as he rubbed the head of his cock across her now, teasing her with that first touch, tempting her with so much more. She desperately longed to feel him slide into her. To have him so deep inside her that the world faded away, that day shaded into night, and night melted into day. And that this-the connection between the two of them, the intensity of their need for each other that spanned years-became all that existed.
Because this was everything good in the world.
Then it hit her. "Condom," she said, crisply. "We need a condom."
He furrowed his brow. "I thought you were on-"
She didn't want to have this conversation. Didn't want to even tread near it. "I am. But can we just use-"
He cut her off. "Say no more," he said, grabbing his wallet and finding one quickly. He rolled it on. "Spread your legs on my desk so I can see those shoes."
She obliged, hooking her spikes on the edge of his desk, opening her legs wide for him.
"Mmm... these legs," he murmured, running a hand from her knee to her thigh. "In these stockings. And this skirt." He pushed her skirt all the way to her waist so it bunched up. "And this beautiful, perfect pussy just for me."
He teased at her entrance, sliding the head along her slick heat. "Take me," she said, a flush darkening her chest as her nipples hardened to tight peaks. "Take me now."
Every atom in her buzzed. Her cells were no longer made of molecules. They were comprised of desire and lust. There was no more waiting, no more time. She needed only this, only now. Mercifully, he sank into her.
"Oh God," she cried out, and roped her arms around his neck. His eyes blazed darkly at her, so hot, so full of the same raw and primal need. He stilled himself when he was all the way in, letting her feel him, letting her adjust to his size.
"It feels so good," she moaned. "I want you so much."
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"I have never wanted anyone like this," he said, moving in her.
"Me, too," she said, gasping with each thrust.
"I have never been so in love."
She gripped his neck, dug her nails into his skin. "Never. I've never felt like this." Her world spun silver and gold. The intensity of him inside her drove her wild. Her heart beat in a frenzy.
"I fucking love you more than I did the first time," he said on a powerful thrust. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she squeezed her eyes closed. She rocked her hips up into him, chasing even more pleasure.
"The same," she said, barely able to form words anymore. The fire roared through her, her center an inferno. "I feel the same."
He grabbed her hips, yanked her up to him, deeper, harder. "Fucking you is like coming home."
Her body jolted with each delicious thrust. Her heart pumped wildly as he drove into her, burying himself. "Deeper," she panted. "More."
"Lie back," he told her, pressing a hand on her chest, lowering her spine to his desk. She lay flat, and he cast his gaze to his shoulders. "You know where I want you, babe. Show me how flexible you are. Show me how you can bend that body for me."
She grinned wickedly as she hooked her legs up on his shoulders, wrapping them behind his neck. He practically climbed onto the desk, his knees on the wood, and he took her.
He just fucking took her. Her spine dug into the wood as he fucked her. His hands curled around her head as he drove into her. His cock hit that spot inside her that sent her galloping closer to the cliff. She felt him everywhere.
Every thrust consumed her. He filled her completely, and he owned her body with his. The world rotated on its axis again, as Brent Nichols fucked the last ten years of missing, the last ten years of longing, the last ten years without him, right out of her.
Time was crushed to pieces in the way he took her.
She could barely move, and she didn't care. Couldn't care. All she wanted was to give herself to him. All he ever wanted was her. And she gave, and she gave, and she gave.
Her back scraped the desk as the friction drove her to the edge. "Please," she called out, as tremors of lust slammed into her, assaulting her with pleasure and sending her flying as her body detonated. The world slipped away into bliss, into ecstasy, into the end of missing-the-love-of-your-fucking-life.
There was no more missing. There was only having.
He held her harder, gripped her head. "I love you," he grunted as he thrust, reaching his own release. "I fucking love you so much."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Travis looked dazed and confused.
He slumped against the wall, watching a woman in red walk away. Brent headed over to him, knotting his tie after having just washed his hands in the men's room. He had to make a flight back to Vegas with Shannon in a few minutes, but wanted to catch up with his old friend.
"You hiding out here in the hallway?"
Travis blinked, then shrugged. "No. Just trying to understand a woman."
Brent clapped his buddy on the back. "Good luck with that. It's like learning a whole new language, and no one gives you a dictionary for translation."
"Exactly," he said, gesturing in the direction where the woman had disappeared. "One second she's all over you, and the next second she practically wants to slap you."
"Been there, man. I have absolutely been there. If it's any consolation, sometimes those slaps can turn into something a whole lot better."
"I was hoping it was going to turn into something better tonight," Travis said, shoving a hand through his hair, then turned to face Brent and pointed at him. "Hell¸ I was about ready to use your office."
He laughed. "Afraid you would have found it occupied."
Travis knocked fists with Brent. "Excellent news. At least one of us is figuring out women."
"Took a long time. You'll get there. You should talk to her though. Whoever she is."
Travis scrubbed a hand across his chin and sighed. "She might be a little pissed off at me right now. I wasn't completely honest about something."
"Then let her know you were less than honest, say you're sorry, and tell her what you want. Her, I presume. Women like honesty," he said, speaking the simplest of truths. Weird, that after all that had transpired he was now in a position to give relationship advice. "By the way, thanks so much for coming by today. I really appreciate you doing a prelim for me."
"Anytime. And incidentally, Shay is pretty crazy about you. Let me just say that. I chatted with her earlier, and I'm pretty sure she has it bad for you. She's a keeper."
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A grin spread across Brent's face. He was sure of that, too. Being certain of how they both felt was such a gift. One he'd cherish.
Fifteen minutes later, Shannon was on top of him, riding him hard in the limo on the way to the airport, and he thanked his lucky stars the flight home was short because he couldn't wait much longer to have her again. He had a wild hunch they wouldn't be sleeping much tonight. That they'd be wrapped up in each other all night long, making up for lost time. She told him she wanted him to come back to her place, and even though he had a ten a.m. meeting with James and his real estate guys, he figured that was what coffee was for.