Worth the Wait(43)
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he smirked, clearly reading my mind. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me, taking hold of my chin gently between his thumb and forefinger.
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, you better say something now, because once I start, I’ll be damned if I stop.”
A huge, goofy smile spread across my lips. “I trust you,” I told him truthfully. I’d opened myself up to Brett completely. I’d exposed myself to him, made myself vulnerable.
Because I trusted him.
I trusted him in a way I’d never trusted anyone before, not even Lance. This wasn’t the young, naïve faith I’d put in Lance. It was pure, honest, heartfelt trust. I told him the worst of my past, and he was still standing there. He hadn’t run. He hadn’t looked at me with disgust. He still wanted me, just as much as he did before he knew the truth.
Yeah, I wasn’t falling for him. I’d already fallen, hard as hell.
“I’m not planning on stopping you this time.”
His smirk widened until his smile matched mine. Then he went in, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce kiss. It was as if he was marking me with that kiss, branding my lips with his own, taking ownership.
And I loved every second of that kiss.
His tongue pushed past my lips to tangle with my own. A deep moan tore from my throat at his taste.
“God,” he groaned, his voice thick and gravelly as he trailed his tongue down my neck, nipping as he went. “I’ve been going crazy for another taste of you, beauty.”
A flood of arousal shot through me. I clenched my thighs together tightly, desperate for some sort of relief. His words were enough to make my panties unbelievably wet, but I needed more. I needed his touch.
“Brett,” I whimpered wantonly against his mouth. “Please.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Touch me. God, please touch me.”
Brett pulled his lips from mine and I cried out at the loss. “You mine, baby?”
“What?” I asked in confusion, my head a cloud of lust and need.
“Are you mine? You want me to touch you, baby, I need to know you’re mine.”
“I am,” I replied desperately. “I am, please just touch me.”
“You done making me chase you?” The small, stinging bite he gave my lower lip pulled a groan from deep inside my chest.
“For fuck’s sake! I’m yours, Brett! No more chasing, now touch me, damn it!”
I felt him smile against my lips as his hand squeezed my breast roughly, sending shots of pleasure straight to my core. “There’s my tough girl,” he muttered before hoisting me up.
Wrapping my legs around his waist for leverage, I let out a startled yelp. “Where are we going?”
“To bed. I want to spend the night devouring every goddamned inch of you. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna do that on the back deck.”
I ground my damp heat against the thickness of his hard-on and dropped my head back. “Oh, God, yes,” I hissed.
He walked through the house and down the hall with me wrapped around him like a second skin the entire time. The laugh I let out as he dropped me onto the bed turned into a sharp gasp as he reached down to rub at the bulge in his jeans. Watching him squeeze himself sent shockwaves through me. Christ, I wanted his cock. I was going crazy for it.
Brett stepped away from the bed and shut the bedroom door, clicking the lock into place before he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head.
“Just a warning, beauty. You try to bail on me this time, I’m gonna tie you to this bed and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I shot him a saucy smile before saying, “You realize that’s only incentive to bail again, right?”
His lips twitched in humor, “You’re right. Maybe I won’t let you come tonight. How’s that for incentive?”
My bottom lip poked out on a pout. “That’s just mean.”
He popped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. My mouth watered as Brett pulled his rock-hard length from his jeans and began to stroke.
“You want my cock, beauty?”
My own hand trailed down my stomach and between my legs as I moaned, “Yes. Brett, please.”
“No bailing?”
“I swear,” I panted as I rubbed myself through the denim. “No bailing. I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a feral growl before stalking to the bed. When the mattress dipped under his weight, I almost threw my hands in the air in victory.
His mouth came down on mine as his hands worked the button and zipper of my pants. Scraping my nails down his back lightly, I shoved at his waistband, trying to get his jeans completely off.