pillow. All the thoughts that had spun through his head the night of her wedding came back as if it had been only yesterday.
She blinked up at him, her gaze sliding over his chest, before moving to where his fingers were undoing the buckle to his belt.
“If you don’t like something, same rules apply,” he said. “I want to know.”
He shoved down his pants and his briefs, then kicked them to the side, watching as she assessed him, heard the quick huff of air as she breathed.
“What?” he asked.
Her eyes came up to meet his, and he saw the first hint of panic. “You’re bigger than he is.”
And exactly why did he get the feeling that was a bad thing?
Obviously, not only had Travis not waited for her fulfillment before taking his own, he’d evidently hurt her as well.
He moved to the end table and took out a packet, throwing it on the bed. “It’ll be okay, Chloe. Trust me.”
“I do.” She lay back. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
He smiled and hooked his fingers beneath her panties and yanked them down her legs. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
* * *
When he’d said “nothing”, he hadn’t been kidding. Brad kept her breathless with a steady stream of kisses. His tongue mimicked the sex act, varying the rate and timing of his thrusts until she was moaning into his mouth, her hands trying to force his head even closer.
Then his warm hand slid over her belly and teased her thighs apart, one finger sliding effortlessly inside her before she had time to tense up. It moved deeper, taking up the same rhythm as his tongue.
Oh!
His palm hit the most sensitive place on her body at the exact moment his tongue and finger were at their deepest. It repeated with each and every stroke. Her body went wild with want. Climbing rapidly.
Oh, God, she was going to lose it all over again. Before he’d had a chance to...
But, no, he was moving over her body, his weight settling heavily between her legs, so she couldn’t clamp them shut. This time she did tense.
“Shh.” His voice was at her ear, the low rumble coming out almost pained. “Relax. I won’t hurt you. Promise.”
Promise.
She could still grab his arms, and he’d stop. He’d promised he would.
They wrapped around his back instead. He wouldn’t hurt her.
His teeth nibbled across her jaw just as she felt him pause outside her entrance. She gulped as he dipped just inside then withdrew. Nice and easy. He repeated the action and her body seemed to draw him in a bit further, her hips rising to meet him this time.
It didn’t hurt. He hadn’t slammed into her like she’d expected—like she was used to. And instead of burning friction, she felt the smooth, steady glide of his body against hers.
She licked her lips and used the pressure of her hands on his back to ask for a little more. He gave it.
Further this time.
Two more strokes and he was all the way inside her, and the sensation was...
Heavenly. Stretching, full, but in a good way. Such a good way.
She lifted her hips again, and Brad matched her movement for movement. His hand slid between their bodies and found her again, coaxing her with his touch.
“Watch me, Chloe,” he whispered, his teeth nipping the joint between her shoulder and her neck, wringing another moan from her throat.
Her lids parted, and she realized they’d been screwed shut since the moment he’d lain beside her on the bed. And since his lips were still against her neck, still torturing her with slow sensual love bites, her eyes were drawn to the expanse of mirrors above her head and the breath whooshed from her lungs.
What she felt, she could now see. The room was dim enough that their bodies didn’t stand out in stark relief. Instead the play of light and shadow held her captive.
Brad’s muscular haunches were tensing and releasing with each thrust, his elbows resting on either side of her shoulders. The double dose of sight and sensation was intoxicating. She saw everything. The teeth digging into her bottom lip, the arch of her neck as his mouth dragged inch by inch along her shoulder, punctuating each kiss with a bite.
Thrust...release. Thrust...release.
She lifted her hips faster, harder, still watching the ghostly reflections above her. Brad’s fingers, which had been gently stroking the sensitized flesh between her legs, suddenly moved, trapping the nub between his thumb and forefinger, his head lifting to stare at her with an intensity that was frightening as his fingers echoed the pumping going on in other places. Her body went wild, and she bucked against him, desperation pouring over her in waves.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Hurr—
Chloe screamed as it hit her.
“Yes!” The word hissed across her cheek as Brad went impossibly deep and planted himself there, the contractions inside her intensifying until she wondered if she could ever make it back from such a place.
The only coherent thought she could capture was that he had been right. It didn’t hurt.
JASON WAS GOING to skin him alive.
Glancing at the ceiling, the evidence of all he’d done was right next to him curled in a ball, her hip pressed against his side, his arm stretched along her thigh. The tattoo on his shoulder tingled, remembering her lips trailing over it the previous night. He brought his hand up to scrub away the sensation.
A thin sheet was all that covered her nakedness, much like the coat she’d worn that first night.
That sheet hadn’t been anywhere around when he’d finally carried her to his bed. It was as if he’d unleashed something wild and elemental in Chloe, her second orgasm creating an explosion that had engulfed them both within seconds.
Is it always like this? Her words had gutted him. Made him take her when he should have simply given her release and then set her free.
If Jason was out for blood, Brad knew exactly whose he should start with.
Against his will, he stroked her leg as he continued to stare at her in the overhead mirror. Soft hair, mussed and tangled from his fingers. Warm body that had welcomed him home not once but twice last night.
He swallowed as his flesh tightened all over again at the memory of what they’d done together. Chloe had straddled him, just like in his earlier fantasies, but not at his insistence. She’d taken the lead that second time, hesitating only a second or two when he’d winced, his struggle to hang on becoming
