others that he loved and none of those had been Breezy.
It was difficult to believe she could love him. How was that even possible? He had to stare at those photographs for hours. Looking at her face. Analyzing every frame, every nuance. It was the only way he could believe that she really was capable of loving a man as fucked up as he was.
He waited until she was fully seated on him, until he was so deep inside her, he felt they were one, sharing skin. Sharing bodies. He couldn’t resist the temptation of her breasts, full, round and soft, jutting toward him. Very gently, he cupped her right breast in his palm and once again began stroking with his fingers.
“Baby, look at me and keep looking.” He waited for her to obey him. Breezy’s gaze had been moving over him, down to where they were joined and now back up to his eyes. “Do you love me?” He didn’t beat around the bush. “You once told me you loved me, and I panicked because I didn’t think it was possible.”
She deserved the truth. He was only giving her part of the truth. He wrestled with that. With his need to be wholly honest with her. He’d lost her once through his own stupidity and he wasn’t going to do it again. Instantly she frowned at him, and his cock swelled just a little because he loved that little frown.
“Why wouldn’t you think it was possible?”
She squirmed, trying to move, and his hand at her hip blocked her. She stopped instantly at his silent command.
“I’m pretty fucked up, baby. I can get crazy when I don’t know where you are. You know that. You’ve seen me.”
A little shiver went through her body. “If I thought you were trying to control me, it would be an issue, but you just want to know I’m safe.”
“It’s controlling, don’t kid yourself. I have to know you’re safe or I lose my mind. So, yeah, I want to be in control and tell you to check in when you’re going somewhere.”
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, trying not to move her hips but clearly needing to. “You’re torturing me.” Those tight muscles squeezed down hard on him.
His fingers tugged at her nipple and then slid down her belly to where their bodies joined. He found her clit and began working it slowly. Small circles. A flick. More circles. All the while he kept his gaze on hers.
“Do you love me?”
She opened her mouth, hesitated and looked at him warily, sensing a trap. “It’s been three years, Steele.”
“Three years you never let another man near you, Bree.” He kept working her clit, holding her in place while his cock jerked and swelled, pressing tight against her sensitive tissue.
“I’m different. You’re different. We need time to get to know each other.”
“I’m the same. Older. Hopefully wiser. I learned a lot about myself and you while you were gone, but I’m the same. You’re stalling.”
“Because I’m different.”
“That doesn’t mean shit, baby. Your being different doesn’t mean you can’t love me. Tell me one way or the other. Stop holding on to hurt and give me the truth.”
He began to rock his hips gently. Her breath rushed out. Her eyes went slightly dazed. He leaned forward and took her left breast into his mouth, pressing her nipple tight to the roof of his mouth and stroking with his tongue. She gasped. He used his teeth, raking, then biting down to tug, watching her face the entire time. She moaned, and around his cock came a flood of heated liquid. He licked at her nipple and then sat straight, holding her in place. Waiting.
He’d studied every photograph Maestro had taken before they’d left. Every single one. Over and over. He had them on his phone and he looked at them often. There was no mistaking the look of love on her face when he was taking her. It was there now. He didn’t reach for his phone to take a picture, but he wanted to. If he couldn’t get her to admit it this time, he would need another photograph to hold on to until she did.
Breezy let out an exasperated sigh. “I do love you, Steele. I can’t help it.”
His smile was slow in coming, but it was full, originating from somewhere inside. He rewarded her courage by lifting her and letting her slide over his cock. She wanted fast. He kept her slow. The