Second Chance Mess (Bad News Billionaires #1) - Lucia Jordan Page 0,24
that I want you so badly.”
I couldn’t stop this any longer. I can’t resist him. “You don’t need to be sorry,” I said. “I want you to.”
Tim looked at me as if I had just shattered the truth and let it come flying free. His whole body was trembling, and as soon as I reached my hand up to touch the side of his face, he lunged forward and put his mouth over mine as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. As his tongue thrust between my partially open lips, I wrapped my fingers in his hair and kissed him as if I needed his body in order to stay alive in my own.
In a frenzy, more intense than the flames dancing around us, our hands began to undress each other and toss any clothing between us to the side. The chilly air slapped against my skin, but when I trembled from the cold, Tim pressed his warm body against mine, and we created our own heat. When all of the clothing between us had been tossed aside, and our intertwined tongues were no longer just enough of a connection between our bodies, I lay down with my back against the blankets as he crawled over me. He held his body in a tortured stillness, his hard and throbbing cock laying against the top of my thighs, and looked deeply into my eyes as if he could see further into me than I thought possible.
“Brooke,” as he tried desperately to hold onto control. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I said. “Don’t stop.”
At my words, I parted my thighs and urged my body against his as I tilted my hips upward and rolled my pelvis back. He moaned into the clear night air as he pushed himself into me with a slow and steady strength that sent tremors throughout my body. Tim moved within me as I kissed him and ran my hands along his body. He was right; we had never made love like this before. There was a higher, stronger, and more intimate connection now than I could even fathom. Even the stars in the sky looked down upon us with jealousy for such intimacy. When the moment came to release the steady, upward climb of ecstasy, our bodies quaked together so powerfully that the ground beneath us must have felt it.
Afterward, our intimate sexual encounter by the bonfire, we lay together beneath the blankets. I rested my head against his shoulder and stared at how stunning he was as he kissed the top of my forehead right between my eyes.
“That was the most amazing physical experience I have ever had,” he whispered to me.
“I want you to make love to me more,” I said.
“I will make love to every night and every morning, if you’ll let me,” he smiled.
“I meant that I want you to make love to me more now.
His eyes lit up again as if his body’s need for rest had suddenly just abated. He stood up, fully naked, and then reached down to pick me and the blanket wrapped around me up. Tim carried me into the house and up into his bedroom, where he laid me down and hovered above me. He was already fully erect and ready to satiate our devouring need again. He paused for just a short moment, as he had done outside by the bonfire, and then when I smiled and leaned up to kiss him, Tim didn’t hold back as he pushed into me again.
That night of love-making lasted until the wee hours of the morning and until our bodies finally gave-up to rest. We slept in late in the morning, and then even when we did wake up, we were still so tired that Tim texted the office and told Max he wouldn’t be in for a few hours. As incredibly wonderful as the sex was, it also felt so good to sleep with Tim curled around me and then wake up in his arms. Maybe everything had happened for a reason. Maybe if we hadn’t gone through all of the trials and tribulations that we did, we wouldn’t have recognized and appreciated the moment of where we were now.
When we woke up for good this time, Tim kissed me softly, and I nuzzled against his chest for a few minutes before we got up. Then we went to make coffee together to try to bring our brains online. It