cool air rushed over her pretty skin without restriction like I wanted to. “And because you matter more than anyone.” I smoothed my hands over her slender shoulders, holding her gaze. “And because I want this to be good for you.”
“You know I’m a virgin.” Her corset removed, she was half-naked now, but she didn’t seem shy or nervous.
“Yes.”
“I wanted you to be the one.”
“I will be the one.” My voice was rough. The only one. “If I can control myself.”
“I trust you, Bry.”
I almost said the words then. What she meant to me. The reason I’d do anything she asked of me.
The curve to her mouth deepening, she dropped her gaze, following her fingers as she glided them down my arms. “Touch me.”
She brought my hands to her breasts. I cupped them, round, perfectly formed, so incredible.
Arching her spine to bring them more fully into the frame I provided, she said, “I want you to make me yours.”
“Ah, Lace. It would be my pleasure.” I swept my thumbs across her budded nipples, and she moaned. “And yours too,” I added arrogantly. I would see to it.
Her nipples were diamond-hard, and my cock was at least that hard, pounding against my zipper.
Lifting her, I turned and laid her on the bed. Looking at her with her hair spread out on the white sheets, I lowered my head to taste her. Lips first, I explored her wet mouth, tonguing her deep. Her hands urgently roamed my back and ass as she whimpered and writhed beneath me.
I left her mouth and moved to her tits, sucking one dusky nipple, then the other.
“Bry, no more.” She pounded on my back, and I almost smiled. “I need you inside me.”
“I want that too, babe.” I pulled back.
My hair in my eyes, I unbuckled my belt and lowered my zipper. A glance to the side revealed she was watching me with rapt attention.
“Fuck, Lace. Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to go slow.”
“I don’t want slow, Bry,” she said, sounding and looking piqued. “I want you now.”
“I want you now too.” I got my slacks off and grabbed a condom packet from the pocket before I kicked them away. Tearing the wrapper open, I rolled on the rubber.
“You’re so big.” Staring at my cock, she licked her lips.
“Babe,” I said, grinning. “Are you trying to kill me looking at me like I’m a feast?”
“I’m trying to get you to . . .” She sucked in a breath when I dipped my fingers in her panties, whipped them down her shapely legs, and tossed them aside.
“Your skin’s so soft.” I grasped her thighs and separated them. Moving between her legs, I could see how wet she was. I wanted to taste her, so I did.
“Bry,” she said breathily, grabbing fistfuls of my hair to pull me away. “Inside me, please.”
What she wanted, I wanted. Positioning myself, I thrust inside her all the way. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
She gasped.
“You okay?” I asked, immediately going still.
“Yes, just a little burning.” She grabbed my ass and squeezed. “Don’t stop. Please move.”
So I moved, sliding in and out of her. She was so slick and tight.
“That feels so good.” Her eyes on mine, she smiled.
It felt better than good, like heaven, knocking on the door of it. I picked up the tempo. Her hands on my ass, she moved with me like she heard the same irresistible melody. Again and again, I drove into her.
“Bry,” she cried, lifting her hips to make each stoke deeper. “I’m close.” Her features wondrously tight, she strained for it, rhythmically squeezing me.
It rose within me, a feeling like no other, wild and untamable like she was.
“Yes, Lace.” Hammering into her, I took her higher. “Come with me.” If I was at the heights, she had to be there too. Stiffening, I let out a guttural groan, and she moaned.
In perfect harmony, we hit the crescendo together.
No longer separated.
One.
War
“Where is he, Diz?” I roared into my cell. “Where’s Bry?”
“Don’t know,” he said after a beat. “But yelling at me isn’t gonna make him appear.”
“Yeah, okay,” I muttered, taking the anger down a notch. I didn’t need Dizzy any more pissed at me than he already was.
“You feeling any better?” he asked.
“Slightly more human.”
The little bit of smack I’d tried for the first time at the strip club in LA was mostly to blame. The RCA rep had given me some under-the-table money to sweeten their offer, which I’d used to purchase the