Chapter 6
HAZEL STARED INTO BRETT’S ocean blue eyes with her lips parted. Her lungs burned as she tried to suck in a breath. His hands ran up and down her arms, stopping at her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. He leaned closer and she found her hands gripping his wide hips for support. Her eyelids fluttered.
She’d always been in control of any relationship she’d ever been in. Her last attempt at having a boyfriend resulted in him accusing her of stripping him of his masculinity. To be fair, he had a feminine side to begin with, but she understood where he was coming from. Her need to be in charge of any situation at any given time wore on her own patience, so she could only imagine what it could do to the men in her life.
Even though her sisters accepted this idiosyncrasy, they often made fun of her, or even rebelled and balked at her leadership.
With Brett, right now, she couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less speak, and she had no desire to control anything, except maybe making sure his lips touched hers.
Leaning into him, she raised her chin, gliding her hands across his lower back. His muscles twitching under her touch.
He cupped the back of her neck, pulling some of her hair into his hand, tilting her chin higher, before his mouth gently pressed against hers. A soft moan bubbled from her throat as his tongue pushed between her lips. The first time he’d kissed her, he’d already been a master of the art at the ripe old age of seventeen. She might not have had more than a few boyfriends back then, but Brett showed her how a woman should be kissed.
He pulled her tight against his chest. His body was thicker than she had remembered. Stronger too. His arms circled around her in a tender, protective embrace. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, sending electric shock waves to all her nerve endings.
Thirteen years ago, they’d given themselves to each other, exploring each other’s sexuality. The first time had been awkward and perhaps a little sloppy, but the second time had been one for the record books. It had been as if they’d been made for each other. Their bodies intertwined like braided rope.
And it didn’t end there. In the span of eighteen hours, they would make love four times, each time better than the last. It felt natural to be in his arms back then.
Even more so now.
She dug her fingernails into his back, pulling his T-shirt from his pants, slipping her hands against his bare skin. Frantically, she rolled her tongue over his, trying to savor every second of having him so close again.
She knew she’d never forget her first.
But she never expected to have her first again, either.
He moaned as he pushed her back down on the bed, resting his weight on top of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him grow hard against her.
She did her best to keep from grinding, wanting him deep inside. She knew what pleasures he could bring to her, and she wanted to experience them all.
His lips moved from hers, to her cheek, across the side to her earlobe, and down her neck. He palmed her breast over her shirt, rubbing his thumb over her taut nipple.
Moaning, she arched her back, tugging at his shirt. “Take this off,” she whispered.
He pried his lips from her body, raising up to his knees, and ripped the shirt over his head.
Gasping, she reached up and traced a long, jagged scar that went from the right side of his chest, down his side and around to his back. “Did this happen about a year ago?”
“You had a premonition about this?” He sat back on his heels, his hand covered hers.
“Not anything like this and it was more of a feeling that you’d been hurt, a sensation I chose to block."
“Good,” he whispered, kissing the palm of her hand. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to see or feel anything about that day.”
She sat up and kissed the top of the scar, then moved her way up his chest until she got to his lips. “Tell me what happened?” she asked, staring into his eyes, which swirled with a combination of lust and pain.
“It’s a story for another time.”
“I want to know." Her pulse raged as she recalled the moment she felt a crushing pain, jolt through her heart.
“Why?” He cupped her face.
She swallowed. So many confessions in one day. Truths she’d buried years ago in fear they would drive her crazy. “A little over a year ago, I bolted upright from a deep sleep. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart until it stopped beating. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and the feeling that something had happened to you slid across my pores. There was no premonition, just pain. I went to my sister Alexis who is a healer and she calmed me. I thought maybe I had a panic attack, but Alexis had been so drained from dealing with me, we knew it was more than a panic attack, only there was nothing wrong with me.”
“Wow,” he whispered as he fluffed a few pillows and rested his back against the headboard, drawing her to his chest. “I was captured on an unsanctioned mission, so our government couldn’t do much to get me back. My captors tortured me and then left me for dead. One of my team members hired Phoenix to find me and when they did, it was amazing I was alive. The doctor said it was nothing short of a miracle. The only explanation was that someone with healing powers had managed to find me, do just enough to keep my heart beating until I was found, only we never found out who, or why.” He kissed her temple. “I guess we know now.”
Her body shivered as she held him tight, tears threatening to break free. “People have tried to use healers remotely, but with little success.”
“We’re back to the perfect storm for a psychic bond.” He tipped her chin up with his index finger. “Knowing we have some sort of deep bond is cool, and it’s a turn on. But being connected to your sisters is just weird and it’s messing with my head.”
She smiled as she rolled over, straddling him, grateful he accepted their bond, but ignoring the latter part of his statement. They were never going to be forever, but they could certainly have a grown-up version of two horny teenagers having sex for the very first time.
He moaned as she wiggled, yanking her shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
“I always wanted the power to move things,” he said with a throaty growl.
“Why’s that?”
“So I could remove your clothes without having to struggle to unclasp your damn bra.”
“Oh, come on. You can’t still be having trouble with that after all these years."
His fingers dug into her ass and thighs as she continued to shift her weight ever so slightly, feeling him press against her.
“I see you’re still a tease,” he said, holding her steady. “Please remove your bra for me?”
“You think because you said please, I’m going to do it? Not on your life buddy. You want it off. You take it off.”
He growled, raising his hands, gliding his fingers across her skin.
“One handed,” she commanded. “Without looking.”
He cocked his head. “I remember what you like to have done to your breasts, so you’re going to want to take off that article of clothing."
“You really still can’t do it?”
His inability to undo her bra had led to the awkwardness of their first time, then it became a joke by the third time.
He raised his palms toward the ceiling. “Two handed, leaning over your shoulder, looking.”
“Fine, you can use both hands.” She’d never met a man who liked to talk as much as Brett did during sex. She thought it had been a nervous thing with him, considering neither of them knew what they were doing, but being with him again, it just felt right.
And she liked it.
Perhaps a little too much.
He smiled like the devil the moment he knew he’d collected a soul. Sitting up, Brett kissed her shoulder and reached around her back.
Two seconds later, her bra had been tossed to the floor and the palms of his hands cupped her breasts.
“So good to see the girls again,” he said, his thumb fanning over her nipple.
“Oh, my, God.” She arched her back and clutched his head. “You’re lucky that feels way too good or I’d be slapping you for calling them the girls.”
His hot breath tickled her skin as he let out a small laugh. “You didn’t like it when I called them that the first time we unleashed them.”
“Can we…. oh, my.” She moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Talk about feeling like she’d come home. A warm shiver shot from her toes to her belly, creating a tingle deep in her core. Her eyelids fluttered as he went from breast to breast, giving each one the attention they craved. She stared at him, her fingers gliding through his thick hair. She could watch him toy with her body all day.
She remembered opening her eyes during their first encounter. Her cheeks flushed as they made eye contact, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away, and neither had he. She’d watched his eyes dilate with passion as he came inside her and her climax rippled across her stomach a few moments later like waves crashing violently against a break-wall. To say her first time hadn’t been the best would be a down right lie.
That night she went from being a young girl who lost her virginity, to becoming a sensual woman with needs and desires she demanded be fulfilled.
Pressing her hands against his shoulders, she pushed herself from the bed, quickly shedding the remaining of her clothing until she stood uninhibitedly naked in front of him. He scooted to the edge of the bed, his eyes gazing over her body like ice cream dripping down a sugar cone.
His hands glided across her skin, awakening every cell.
“This time I have a name to call out,” she teased.
“Let me hear you practice.” He pressed his lips against her stomach. “Say my name.”
She smiled. “Guy I gave my virginity to.”
He growled. “Say it, Hazel.” His husky voice tickled her nipples. He slipped his hand between her legs, cupping her womanhood, two fingers resting at the opening, teasing her.
“I’d rather hear you say mine again.”
Dropping his hand to his lap, he looked up at her, his mouth hovering a scant few inches from the very place that made her a woman, his hot breath reminding her of the pleasure only he could give.
“Say it, Hazel,” he said with a devilish smile.
“Brett,” she whispered, knowing he was the kind of man who could tease her for hours until he got what he wanted, and her need was too urgent for that. “Brett.”
“Hazel.” He licked his lips. “My Hazel.” He brought her to his mouth and wasted no time bringing her the kind of sexual decadence that would make her body quiver and her muscles go weak. She stared at him as his tongue and fingers moved over her, her hips rolling with them.
Their gaze were just as fused as their bodies.
As she watched him, she tried desperately to stay in control, enjoying the familiarity and the newness of it all.
He lay her on her back and blanketed her body with kiss after agonizing kiss, not letting a single inch of her body go uncovered by his sweet mouth and tongue. Selfishly, she basked in his attention as he brought her to the edge of oblivion time and time again.
By the time he’d wrapped himself in a condom, her heart was beating fast and her vision blurred, except she saw clearly his beautiful blue eyes that drew her in like an inner tube floating down a lazy river.
She bit down on her lip as he entered her slowly, his gaze locked with hers. Cupping her face, his thumbs fanned across her cheeks.
“Ohhhh, Brett,” she said softly, arching her back, needing him more than she’d ever needed anything before. To be back in his bed, a gift she’d never take for granted.
A long, slow smile spread across his lips. “I’ve missed you.”
She gasped, but couldn’t respond as his mouth devoured hers in a hungry desire that catapulted them into a fiery frenzy of entangled bodies, clinging to each other, taking and giving everything they had, offering their souls as precious gifts.
A gift she’d cherish for all eternity.