Fate (Steel Brothers Saga #13) - Helen Hardt Page 0,60
had ever happened in my life. Brad walked into the bathroom for a moment and returned with a washcloth.
He sat on the bed. “Let me take care of you.” He spread my legs and placed the warm cloth between them. “Any pain?”
“No, none.”
“Amazing. Doesn’t look like you bled, either.”
“Is that strange?”
“Probably not. I’ve only been with a virgin once before, and she screamed bloody murder but only bled a little.”
I closed my eyes, basking in his care of me.
“Daphne”—he smoothed the warm cloth between my legs and over my inner thighs—“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait longer. Did you come?”
I warmed with embarrassment. “Honestly? I’m not sure.”
He smiled. “Then you didn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’d know if you did.”
“How would I know if I’ve never experienced it before?”
He removed the cloth and kissed the top of my vulva, smiling. “Just trust me.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” I said truthfully. “It was wonderful the way it was.”
“It matters to me. I’m going to take care of you.” He lay down beside me and pulled me into his arms.
“You don’t have—”
He quieted me with a deep kiss. I opened to meet his tongue. My sex was still aroused, still pulsing with ache and need. My body moved of its own accord. I undulated beneath Brad’s touch, still reaching for something just beyond my grasp.
He broke the kiss and slid his lips over my cheeks, neck, and chest before he sucked one nipple between them. In tandem, he trailed fingers over my abdomen to my vulva and then to my clitoris and circled it gently.
And then not so gently.
The tugging on my nipple and the sensation below swirled together in a shuddering mass of feeling. Every one of my senses went on overload. The sight of his firm lips around my nipple, the taste of him lingering on my lips from our kiss, the smell of our arousal in the air, the sounds of his moans and of mine—all so overwhelming.
Still, I needed more, wanted that fullness inside me, that sensation that I’d never be empty again. Brad let my nipple drop with a soft pop and replaced his lips with fingers. He kneaded and pinched it while moving downward, his lips forging a trail to the hidden spot between my legs. He replaced his other hand with his mouth and sucked on my clitoris. Hard.
Waves of pleasure rippled through me, and that ultimate peak in the distance that I couldn’t quite reach came nearer and then nearer still…
I lifted my hips off the bed, chasing his mouth, chasing his tongue, chasing after that elusive precipice that teased me with its nearness.
“That’s it,” he said. “You’re getting there. Relax and let it happen, baby.”
Then he shoved a finger into me.
“Brad!” My feet landed on the elusive peak, and then I jumped off into the euphoric clouds of bliss. Sparks pulsed from my core outward, through every cell in my body, as I floated in ecstasy. Words left my throat, but I had no idea what they were.
Brad’s voice wafted through the air, low and raspy, a symphony to my ears as electricity coursed through me and I drifted through the clouds, my speed decreasing.
I landed on the softness of the bed, Brad’s face between my legs, his chin glistening and his eyes full of fire. His finger was in me still, slowly moving in and out, in and out, until he removed it.
I sighed.
“Well?” he said.
“Well, what?” I murmured.
“See what I mean? Now you know.”
“God, yes. Now I know.”
He crawled upward and pulled me into his arms. “I’m so happy I was the one to do that for you.”
“Me too.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into his shoulder.
Chapter Forty-Two
Brad
She fell asleep in my arms almost immediately.
Her tall height made her perfect for me. She melted into my body as if we’d been cast to fit together, the perfect yin and yang.
My thoughts about her scared me a little. I’d fallen, and I’d fallen fast and hard. That wasn’t like me.
Maybe I’d never met the right girl.
Daphne was my future.
What I felt for her was something I’d never felt before. I wanted to protect her from all the cruelty in the world. I wanted to lie with her every night for the rest of my life. I wanted her to live with me here on the ranch and be the mother of my children. I wanted to grow old with her, laughing and enjoying life, bringing her bright-yellow tulips every morning.
I wanted a life