CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BRYAN

“So?”

“We aren’t casual,” he told her. “We are us.”

“Bry—“

“Tell me you want me,” he hoarsely whispered into her ear, fighting the aching need to lick her. Why can’t I control myself?

She shivered, and he loved the goose bumps that covered her skin. The way she reacted to his touch only made him think of all the million other ways he wanted to touch her. Please her.

“Tell me, my little blond goddess,” he pleaded. “Tell me, and I’ll do it. Tell me you want me, and I’ll make you feel so fucking good you won’t know which way is up.”

“That’s such a guy thing to say,” she scoffed trying to act like he wasn’t getting to her. Luckily, her body told him differently.

“But, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” Her body stilled. His hold on her face tightened, so she could see the seriousness in his words.

“A guy might say shit. But a man, a man follows through.” He gave in and licked the shell of her ear lightly with just the tip of his tongue. “I’m not a guy or a boy, baby. I’m a grown man, promising you if you tell me what I need to hear, I will follow through. And I never break my promises, Val,” he vowed, his deep voice rough and hoarse.

“I…” She shivered; her head dropped onto his chest and he kissed the top. His heart thumped roughly, but he had to give her space. Fuck, this wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. They had to work the next day. He wanted her, but he wanted her to give herself to him without having to talk her into it. Not to mention the baggage that came along with being with him.

“I get it.” It is going to kill me. His balls were probably going to turn Dodger blue, but he had to do it. “Good night, Valerie.” His body screamed not to let her go, not to walk away. But it wasn’t like he would just take her and give them both what they desperately wanted.

Letting her go, he turned, willing his feet to take that first step, but he didn’t have to. Hopping down from the counter, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Val…” he sighed.

“I… I don’t have the experience you do,” she whispered, her warm breath on his back, but he held himself still at what she was telling him. Is she a…

“I’m not a virgin. But I’ve only ever been with one person, and that, umm… well, it wasn’t very good,” she quickly admitted, holding on to him tightly. His hands covered hers.

“Val—”

“You’re older…”

“Thanks,” he scoffed playfully, stroking her skin, loving the way her tits were pressed up against him.

“And a lot more experienced.” She sighed, her cheeks now on his back. He swallowed hard at the thought of teaching her. Guiding her sexually. The infinite possibilities made his dick ache even further. “I might be bad at it,” she whispered.

“Not possible, baby.” His voice sounded like gravel in his own ears.

“It is. Bryan, when I tell you it wasn’t any good—”

“Okay, enough.” He turned around, catching her off-guard, which he used to his advantage to turn her around.

Without wasting a second, he lifted her, and she didn’t complain or fight him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Hands on her ass, he walked them to the couch.

Settling them, her warmth on top his body, he had to remind himself to keep his cool. “First of all, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about other guys.”

“Guy, as in one guy. A one-night stand,“ she clarified, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone, and the growl that escaped told her that. She giggled. He liked the look on her face. Soft and sweet, her eyes filled with hope and lust. He couldn’t help but stroke the side of her temple, the tips of his fingers at her hairline.

“Sorry, but no. I don’t want to hear about any other guy. You don’t want me talking about my past, right?”

“Right.“

“There is no way you could be bad at us being together.”

“Bryan…” Her eyes showed her vulnerability.

He settled them deeper into the couch, his hardness resting against her warm core. His whole body wanted her, but all he could think about was that he wanted to protect her. Everything inside of him wanted to shield her from anything and everything.

But if he was honest, he also wanted to show her. Show her that she held the power between them. Show her how good sex and everything that came with it could be. Teach and guide her, he thought to himself and swallowed hard at the idea he had in his mind.

“What do you want to do right now?” he asked, his mind clear with what they should do, not giving two shits about the fact they should probably go to sleep to get ready for the work week. The surprise that she hadn’t been expecting that was evident on her face.

“What?”

“I’m going to prove there is no way you could be bad at this.” It was going to cost him, but he knew it would be worth it. He was already on edge. These last three weeks of sexy touches and stolen kisses were one thing, but then add in their morning foreplay, and he was on a whole other level. But he needed to do this for her. “What do you want to do right now? With us, like this?”

She licked her lips as her hands skimmed their way up to his arms. His skin broke out into goose bumps. But he held still. He had to for her. He would do anything for her. He was in deep with her.

“Handsome…”

“Show me.” He leaned his face close to hers, their lips a breath apart. “Trust me,” he whispered.

VALERIE

Trust me.

I did.

If I didn’t, I wouldn’t keep finding myself in his arms, or on his lap for that matter.

“I want to rub myself all over you.” I couldn’t believe I said that out loud. It was true, but oh-my-god embarrassing. This was such a bad idea.

“How?” His eyes shut when I pressed myself right on his thick, hard ridge. “Show me, baby. Show me how you want to rub your sexy little body over me.”

“Show you?” I asked nervously.

“How?” he asked, his voice like gravel. I bit my lip.

I rocked my hips back and forth. The feeling made me needier than I had already been. The front of my panties were soaked and warm against his gym-short-covered hardness. His hands pulled me closer, my breasts pressing tightly to his front, and I moaned. My nipples ached for more friction. My hips were still swiveling, back and forth, my breasts heavy. The air between us was warm and heady. I lost myself in the sensations he brought out in me.

“That’s it, baby,” Bryan encouraged. I opened my eyes to look at him and licked my lips. “Fuck, Val…” he whispered, heat and desire shining back at me.

“Can I…”

“Anything,” he gritted, and I shivered at the possibilities.

When I tugged at his shirt, he helped pull his off, then I looked at him appreciatively. God, he is sexy. Without a second thought, I pulled my own top over my head, needing to feel skin against skin. My hands pinched and rubbed my nipples. Everything felt spectacular, but it wasn’t enough.

I needed more. I needed him to touch me like he had this morning. “Touch me,” I begged, and he growled. “Please… Bryan…” His hands on my bikini top pulled my breasts out. His thumb skimmed my needy peaks, teasing me as my head fell back slightly. The sensation of his hands on me made my eyes glassy.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped, and while I looked at him I thought about what he told me. To do whatever I wanted.

So I did.

Crushing my lips to his, I kissed him. It was the hungriest and hottest and wettest kiss of my life to date, and that was saying something, since it felt like every kiss we shared was better than the last. Our tongues dueled, teeth biting and scraping. We were at the point of no return, and I was okay with that. I wanted this. I wanted him.

His free hand tangled into my hair. He pulled my hair back, making my scalp sting slightly, but it only made my sex clench tighter. His eyes on me, my hips were grinding hard back and forth. An orgasm building so high, I wasn’t sure I could fall over the cliff of bliss.

“Get there,” he bit out, and I tried but needed more.

“I… I … don’t know if…” I panted. “I’m so close.”

“Tell me…. tell me, baby…”

“Bryan, please…”

“Tell me,” he pushed again, swiveling his own hips. He was so fucking great, driving me closer, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. The ache was too much.

I needed him.

“I want you.“ I couldn’t help myself. I more than wanted him. I need him. It should have terrified me how much I needed him, but it didn’t.

I wasn’t able to think about that any longer, because a second later, I was on my back, the couch beneath me. He tugged my shorts down along with my panties, and arranged my legs over his shoulders immediately.

I only had a moment to inhale before his wide, raspy tongue lapped my clit and I lost control of my body.

As I writhed and squirmed, the back of my head dug into the couch cushions, my back arched on its own accord, my body franticly searching and needing to be closer to his fantastic mouth. I was in a thick sexual haze, completely unashamed and uninhibited.

Looking away, my eyes landed on the reflection of the two of us on the television in front of us. God, we are hot! Both of us were naked now. Bryan had taken off his shorts and boxer briefs without me noticing, and we looked beautiful. My hands pinched my nipples. Moans and whimpers cried into the air. His efforts doubled, taking my sounds for praise, which he most definitely deserved.

I’d read about sex and foreplay being like this but had never really believed it. I’d never imagined anything feeling this great.

His lips left my swollen nub as he started to kiss my inner thighs. The scruff on his face only heightened every sensation. He peppered kisses all over my body before moving his over mine, our hands now tangled above my head, his hard, wide tip at my entrance.

“I was about to come,” I whined. His eyes sparkled with lust and humor.

“I know.” His sexy smirk made me want to lick him all over. But before I could try to return the favor, he kissed me. Tasting myself on his lips only added to my desire. “I want to be inside of you when you come,” he shared, his deep voice vibrating against the skin at my jaw. “You taste better than I imagined.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled. His kisses turned demanding on my skin, leaving me to imagine the marks he’d leave behind.

“I have a great imagination when it comes to you.”

“Really?”

“Mmm…” he rumbled, his mouth moving slowly toward my collarbone. “The reality of you, Blondie, surpasses anything my complex mind could have come up with.”

My nipple slipped into his mouth, and I braced for him to suck and bite roughly, but instead, it was a teasing suckle. His hands left mine above my head. I didn’t move. I kept them there, enjoying being under his control. His hands roamed and skimmed everywhere over my torso as if he was studying and memorizing my body, until he left me like a molten puddle of greedy lust. And by the hard thickness pressed against my thigh, he liked it.

“Val.”

“Hmmm?” My nipple popped out of his mouth.

“You taste so damn good. Every inch of you. Tell me again.”

“I want you.” I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I didn’t need to. Not with him.

I trusted him.

A scary realization to come to lying stark naked under someone. But I wasn’t going to dwell on it.

One of his large hands cupped the back of my head, and my hands moved into his dark hair. “I want you, too,” he told me, and my heart felt full. His free hand skimmed the side of my body, and I glanced down just in time to watch as he gripped himself. His big hand on his large manhood was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

“I want to watch you play one day,” I accidently said out loud. He kissed me lightly, making me strain to meet his mushroom tip now at my dewy entrance.

“Only if I can watch you.” The strained tone in his voice while he looked at me made me smile.

“Deal. But how about we focus on right now?” His eyes darkened, that grey-blue color of his eyes now my favorite color in the world, and that’s when it happened.

He took me in one long, delicious thrust.

“Yes,” I hissed as he filled me so full with him, both of us connected so closely, I wasn’t sure where I began and he ended. It all felt so damn good my toes curled, the heels of my feet digging into his ass.

“Fuck,” he growled, “So fucking tight. Wet. Fuck, baby… Val.” His body tensed as he held himself still over me on a masculine growl. I needed him to move. I needed more.

“Fuck me, Bryan.”

“Babe…”

“More,” I begged. I wanted so much more. I needed it. I clenched my sex, not missing how his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

“Val,” he warned. “I don’t want hurt you.” He grit his teeth, only making me fall deeper into whatever I felt for him. How long has it been since anyone cared about hurting me?

“You won’t.”

“Val, you’re too ti—“

“Please…” I begged and saw it in his eyes. The moment he could no longer hold back and gave me what I needed. What I was sure we both needed.

His hips started to move. His long thickness was so damn perfect. But when it came to him, I wasn’t sure Detective Wright had many, or any, faults. He slid in and out of me. Filling that hollow ache. Stretching me, sating the hunger and need as he bucked in and out of my body.

Our eyes didn’t move from one another, only the sound of our heavy breathing surrounding us, the level of intimacy heightening. Making it one of the top five memories I would ever have. One I knew I’d think back to on my death bed.

Hushed whispers fell between us, growing into incoherent sounds, which melted into moans and groans. Grunts that picked up volume as he picked up speed, my own body meeting his, meeting his every thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer. We were chest to chest, my leg hiked higher on his side, when he hit that illusive spot inside of me, and I could feel my body start to coil up. Tighter. Twisting and tangling inside of me.

“Bryan,” I breathed out, so close, but I didn’t want to let go, not without him.

“Let go,” he bit out.

“Not. Without. You.”

“Let. Go,” he demanded, and like anytime he talked to me in that tone, I did as he said.

My body shattered beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure throwing me into a tide of sensuality I didn’t know was possible. All the romance novels I read couldn’t have warned me about it. My eyes shut tightly as I held on to the feeling of bliss washing over me. His head fell to the crook of my neck as he grunted out my name and I held on to him tighter.

Warmth unlike any I had ever felt filled me up, and instinctively, my legs tightened around his waist, not ready to let him go. Because the moment he did, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

I wouldn’t ever be the same.