“I have a question for you,” she said, her lips curving into a grin.
He arched an eyebrow playfully. “Why yes, I’m clean, so if you’re on the pill we can do it without a glove.”
She laughed and swatted him. “No, that’s not it.”
“Then what is it, babe? Because I am dying to be inside you. I owe you several orgasms and right now I intend to deliver,” he said, tilting his head to the side. Waiting.
Waiting for her words.
Words that she was dying to share. She felt so vulnerable, but so sure. He was the one true thing in her life. “Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with someone in just two weeks? Especially if that person is the guy you were madly in love with before?” she asked, watching the expression in his eyes change from lust to wonder. He parted his lips, but she shushed him, pressing her fingertip over those soft, delicious lips that she’d be kissing in seconds. “Because I do. It happened to me. I’m so in love with you, Brent Nichols. I am so unbelievably, madly in love with you.”
His eyes sparkled, full of a passion that matched hers. He clasped her hand and kissed her palm, and when he looked at her, he was grinning like a fool in love too. “Yes. I believe it’s possible. Because I’m madly in love with you. I never stopped, Shannon. I never stopped loving you. Not once. You are the only one for me.”
Happiness raced through her veins. Hope flooded her body. Love was all she felt. Heart, mind, and body, she was all in. “You’re the only man I want. Let’s stay together this time. I want to be with you.”
“I’m never letting you slip away from me again,” he said, as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. “You belong with me.”
“I know,” she said on a nod. “I do. Everything feels right being back with you.”
“We’re going to keep it that way. I promise.”
“I promise, too,” she echoed as she held his face, not wanting to look away, not wanting to break the hold he had on her. “Fuck me, take me, make love to me,” she said in a hot whisper.
“It is always all three, babe. I assure you when I fuck you, you are always the woman I love. You always have been. You always will be,” he said as he pushed up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She ached between her legs, pulsing with heat and want.
He gazed hungrily at her. “Beautiful,” he murmured on a low rumble, fucking her with his eyes, his hot stare making her wetter. He unzipped his pants and pushed down his briefs, freeing his gorgeous cock. It was beautiful—long, thick, hard—and she knew what it could do. She knew the depths of pleasure he alone could deliver. She was schooled in the way his cock could take her to heaven and back.
He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, and she trembled with desire, watching the path of his hand. He mesmerized her as he slid his finger through her folds. A current surged through her from his caress. Then she turned fever hot as he took his hand away and spread her wetness along his shaft.
“You’re so fucking turned on, I can coat myself in you,” he said, rubbing her slickness on his hard length.
Her mouth watered as she watched him stroke himself with her arousal. He groaned savagely as he spread her heat on the head, then back down all along his length. “I could get off like this right now. With your wetness on my cock. I want more of it. I want you all over my dick,” he said, going in for a second round, brushing his fingers across her hot center then returning to his cock. His eyes floated closed as he stroked—a long, lingering, tantalizing stroke meant to tease her to the point of no return.
It worked. Oh hell, it worked. She was an inferno.
She couldn’t wait. Seconds seemed too long. She had to have him inside her. “Please,” she begged, as he rubbed the head of his cock across her now, teasing her with that first touch, tempting her with so much more. She desperately longed to feel him slide into her. To have him so deep inside her that the world faded away, that day shaded into night, and night melted into day. And that this—the connection between the