CHAPTER NINE
WHEN BRETT TOOK a step back from her, Rebecca saw his eyes roam over her body as she stood before him in her pale blue satin panties and her black high-heel shoes. The dark, wild look in his eyes made her feel more like an animal’s prey than a woman, and a low growl emitted from his throat and exited from his parted lips. He took a predatory step toward her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifted her, not taking his eyes from hers. And he lowered her onto the center of his massive bed.
She was mostly naked, but Brett still had half his clothes on. If he had any idea what a specimen of masculinity he was, he never let on, because he only watched her, and she felt like the center of his world. His hands went to his belt, where those oh-so-skilled fingers tackled the buckle and whipped the strip of leather from the loops at his waist with a quick swish. With a quick flick of his fingers, the button was undone and he lowered the zipper and pushed his jeans from his hips until they fell at his feet.
Watching him from her place on the bed, her eyelids at half-mast with desire, she took in his body. He was a beautiful, powerful man. More muscular than he’d been eleven years ago, with more hair covering him than before. She couldn’t wait to ball her fists in the dark hair that covered his pecs and trailed down in a neat line that continued past the band of his tight boxers, which were appreciably tented with his erection. They’d been naked together many times, and recently at that, but that didn’t stop her from marveling at his body. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband, and she held her breath as he dragged his shorts down, past the pronounced V of his hips, the veins that ran underneath his belly button to his groin. She caught a glimpse of well-groomed hair, and she was riveted, unable to pull her eyes away. But he paused, his hands frozen just as they were about to reveal his rigid length. She looked back to his face, and saw that he was watching her, a playful smile playing on his lips.
Instead of completely disrobing, he joined her on the bed. “I’ve wanted to be with you again for so long, Rebecca,” he murmured as he knelt over her on the massive king-size bed. “The past week has definitely proved that you can go home again.”
Rebecca looked up at him. “Then what are you waiting for?”
A wicked smile crossed his lips, and his body covered hers. His warmth burned her as her arms encircled his neck and pulled him closer, until he was pressed against her. He grasped her wrists in his large hands and pushed them against the mattress on either side of her head. She was his captive, and she had no problem with that. She would stay bound by him forever if he wanted.
He kissed her long, hard, his lips playing hers, demanding her acquiescence, and she surrendered to him. Holding her wrists in place, he palmed her breast as his lips and teeth descended over the stiff bud of her nipple. He nibbled on her lightly, and she arched her back toward him, causing her chest to crush into his face. He didn’t complain. He released his grip on her wrists, focusing all his attention on her breasts. He feasted on her. His mouth deliciously tortured one breast while his fingers played on the other, caressing, squeezing, nipping.
The way he played her body, the way he brought her so close to the edge only stimulating her breasts, was something she hadn’t experienced before. She had never been so sensitive, and she was torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away to keep breathing. He was a master of her body.
His touch moved lower as he dragged his lips and his fingertips down her torso, until they found their rightful place at the band of her lace panties. She was glad she’d carefully chosen her lingerie when she’d dressed earlier today.
He hummed in appreciation as he hooked his thumbs underneath the band. Slowly—torturously so—he dragged them down over her hips, and she aided him by lifting them off the bed. He looked up at her, and a wolfish smile played on his lips. He looked like a man who was about to take everything he wanted and, goddamn, Rebecca threw her head back onto a pillow that smelled like Brett and closed her eyes as he pulled her panties over her ankles and his mouth descended onto her pussy.
The minute he touched her, his tongue sliding along her wet, needy crevice, the scream that pealed from her lips and rang through the room shocked her. It felt like years since she’d been touched, tasted like Brett was doing now as his tongue and lips found all her most sensitive spots. And she supposed it had been. No one she’d been with since Brett had affected her in such a way, making her desperate, making her shake with need. His lips closed over her clit, and the bundle of nerves was grateful for the attention. But she needed more. She could feel his cock, hard against her leg, as his mouth drove her wild with need.
As his mouth worked diligently, he thrust a finger inside her, then another. It was close, but not what she needed. But she was already so far gone with his mouth and fingers, she found herself perched at the edge of pleasure. With his other hand, Brett grasped her ass, one of his fingers intentionally skirting the sensitive puckering, and she felt herself being thrust over the cliff, raptured with pleasure. She cried out and grabbed the back of Brett’s head, pulling at his hair. Not that he needed to be persuaded to stay of course, because he stayed with her for every glorious beat, licking, touching softly as her thunderous orgasm washed over her.
When she could breathe again, Rebecca released her grip on Brett’s hair, and he rose up over her. He covered her again, his lips tracing her jawline, grazing over her earlobe. “Fuck, you taste so goddamn good,” he said roughly before taking her lips in another scorching kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. And it was a highly erotic sense that made her want more, more of him, more of her, more of them.
Brett moaned into her mouth and pulled away abruptly. “It’s gotta be now, Becca. I can’t wait another second.” He rolled away from her to the edge of the huge bed. He reached into his bedside table and withdrew a square foil packet. He tossed it on the bed and returned to her, knelt above her. Her legs were spread wantonly, bracketing his thighs, and she watched, riveted, as he finally lowered his short designer boxers. His rigid length sprang out, long and hard, from a neat cloud of dark curls.
Her eyes hooded from her orgasm, she watched him as he grasped his dick in his fist and gave a couple of languid pumps before rolling the latex over himself. Still kneeling, he reached for her, grabbing her waist, and he lifted her, pulling her to him as her legs locked around his hips so they lined up perfectly. With just the subtlest of movements, she felt Brett position himself at her core, and with one solid thrust he was inside her.
He pulled back his hips a little and then thrust back into her. She came to and found her rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust. He grunted in her ear, a rough sound, wild, but it did something to her. It turned her on. And she moved frantically, smacking her hips against his, increasing her pace, trying to take control, but she knew it wouldn’t last for long.
Brett slammed her back down to the mattress and lay on top of her. His pace quickened as he thrust inside her, his hips pumping wildly, driving his cock into her at a blinding pace. She could barely catch her breath as he brought her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure, until she felt herself flying as another orgasm took her over. She cried out Brett’s name, her nails driving into the skin of his broad shoulders. His groan was loud, and she felt him stiffen above her before he exhaled. Then his body loosened, and he rolled off her and landed heavily beside her.
* * *
Brett disengaged from Rebecca and disposed of the used condom before rolling back onto the bed. He was spent, but he was ready to go again. He would always have enough energy for Rebecca. He threw his forearm over his eyes and attempted to regain his breath. He felt her breathing beside him on the mattress. God. Being with her again—being inside her—was more incredible than he ever could have imagined, better than he remembered from his college days. And more amazing than sex had been with any other woman he’d been with in years.
He turned his head and watched her. She was on her back; her lips were parted as she pulled needed air into her body. Her eyes were wide, and he wondered what she was thinking about. He heard her sigh, and she looked back at him. “Wow,” she whispered.
“You’re telling me.”
Brett felt his empty stomach demand his attention and he remembered that he’d offered her dinner, and he was starving. “Still up for that dinner?”
“I’m starving. What do you have in mind?” she asked him.
He had a few things on his mind. But his empty stomach protested. “I’m going to cook you something. My mom would be horrified about what a poor host I’ve become.”
“You’d be the shame of the society pages.” Rebecca laughed and rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. “So what are you making me for dinner?”