CHAPTER FOUR
B rett wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to touch and taste every single part of my body. He started with my mouth, his tongue trailing across my lower lip while his hand danced across my shoulders and down to my breasts.
He squeezed one, teasing the nipple with his thumb before following up with his tongue. He flicked it expertly across the pert peak, making my back arch, and then used his teeth. Just a nip had me gasping, had a bolt of lightning shooting straight to my pussy.
“Brett, please…”
His hand tightened around my wrists, holding me captive. “I’m not finished yet.”
But when he moved lower, mouth tracing a line from my chest to my navel, he finally released me. This time, his hands gripped my thighs, pulling them apart to expose my sex. He skimmed a finger over the lips, and I could feel how wet I was.
His mouth curved in a smile. “You want me.”
“I’ve wanted you forever.”
His fingers tightened on my legs, just before he dipped his head in between them. It drove me crazy seeing his dark hair between my legs, and even crazier when his tongue dipped into my wetness. He licked all the way up to my clit and then swirled his tongue against me. I cried out, hands clenching on the blanket before I drove them into his hair. I held him to my center the same way he had with me.
He stroked me with his tongue, almost leisurely, until the pressure built, until I was so hot I could barely stop myself from coming. I spread my legs wider, longing for him to be inside me. But then his lips locked on my clit, sucking the small bud there and driving me over the edge.
My hands fisted in his hair, back arching off the blanket. A storm of pleasure rolled through me, followed by aftershocks. One after another as Brett continued to torment me with his tongue.
“I can’t,” I gasped, shaking my head.
He rose onto his knees and crawled between my legs. He leaned over me, eyes dancing with desire in the firelight, and kissed me long and deep while his dick slid along my moistened entrance. It hit my clit, making me gasp again, before he pushed inside of me.
I spread my legs wider, urging him to go in as deep as possible, to completely fill me. He stretched me wider than I’d ever been stretched before, and I moaned at the feeling.
“Fuck,” Brett said. “You feel so good.”
I rocked my hips upward, loving the feel of his body against mine. His cock inside of me. Every part of me connected with him. Like we were one.
“I’ve never felt anyone as good as you.” His eyes locked on mine. “As right as you.”
His words touched me more than anything else could have. I’d loved Brett for as long as I could remember, and never thought I’d have a moment like this. Now, not only were we joined together in front of the fire, inside and out, but I discover this was what he’d been wanting all along as well.
Neither of us needed to say anything else. Brett started rocking his hips, swiveling them against mine, his dick touching me in all the right places. Making my body quiver. He bowed down, nipping my breast with his teeth.
I grabbed his ass, urging him to go deeper. Faster. Harder.
His eyes blazed with longing, locking on mine as my body rose in a frenzy.
“Brett, yes—please—”
The moment he looked down, staring at our joined bodies and the wetness of my arousal shining on his cock, I lost it. My body screamed in pleasure, my limbs tensing and my cunt squeezing him enough to have him groaning. He pumped a few more times before his body shuddered against mine. He squeezed me in his arms as the orgasm hit both of us over and over, our bodies in the same erotic rhythm.
His dick twitched inside me one more time before he released a breath and collapsed on top of me. “God, Evie...”
I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to end the moment. Wanting nothing more than to spend the night in his arms, by the fire, knowing he was mine.
Brett levered himself off of me, pulling out and taking away his warmth. I made a noise of disapproval, but he only lay on his back and stretched his arm out for me to cuddle up next to him. I was deliciously sore and tired, even though my body still thrummed with adrenalin and my heartbeat hadn’t slowed down.
I could picture days and nights like this, cuddled next to Brett, able to show him how I’d been feeling this whole time. But I had no idea if Brett felt the same way. If he still wanted to keep this quiet from my family.
Before I could say anything, I yawned. The day’s emotions were finally catching up with me.
Brett brushed my hair from my cheek. “You’re tired.”
“No, I’m not.”
He chuckled. “You are. I’m going to make sure the fire is out before we go up.”
“But…”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“I want to stay down here with you.”
“It’ll be warmer upstairs in bed. And in case the power doesn’t come back on, I’ll be close by in case you need something.”
“Close by?”
He touched my cheek again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to sleep in my room. That’s not—”
“Yes, I do. I want to be with you, Brett.” I sat up, my hair falling in tangles over my shoulders. But right now, I didn’t care. I’d held back my feelings for so long. I needed to let him know. “I never said anything before—never thought you could feel the same for me as I feel for you. But I wish I would have said something, and done something, before today.”
“Me too.”
I licked my lips. “That’s not all.”
He sat up as well, reaching out to touch my leg. “What else?”
Here goes nothing. “I love you.”
His eyes searched mine, and for one horrifying moment, I thought he was trying to come up with an excuse—some reason he didn’t have to repeat the sentiment.
Then he stood abruptly and pointed. “Stay there.”
My heart in my throat, part of me hoping and part of me worrying, I watched as he made sure the fire was out. Then he turned on the flashlight and handed it to me when I stood. He blew out the candles quickly and then scooped me in his arms.
“Brett!”
“Keep the flashlight in front of us so I can see.”
“But—”
“Flashlight,” he said.
He carried me like I weighed nothing, hiking up the stairs and then bypassing my room to go for his. I shone the flashlight on his bed and he set me there gently before taking the flashlight from me and setting it aside.
“Evie,” he said.
I sat in the middle of his bed, lost and uncertain, until he joined me. Until he took both of my hands in his own and said, “I love you too.”
My heart swelled, and all I could think to do was kiss him. Kiss him like I’d never kissed anyone before. After all, Brett wasn’t just anyone. He was the love of my life.
“I’m sorry I never told you before,” Brett said, thumbs brushing my cheeks. “I should have said something sooner, too. I should have told you that you’re the only one for me.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured, kissing him again. “It was worth the wait.”
Brett pulled back the covers and climbed underneath. I snuggled up next to him and set my head on his chest. I had questions and concerns, but mostly…mostly I didn’t want this day to end. I might wake up tomorrow and find it was all a dream.
But Brett kept rubbing his fingers on my arm until I couldn’t stay awake anymore.
The last thing I heard him say before I drifted off was, “Evie, I love you.”