Playing For Her Heart - Megan Erickson Page 0,8
that was all she needed, that extra heat, because now she was coming, crying out in a wrecked voice, heaving unintelligible words as Breck growled behind her, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside of her as she milked him.
Her arms gave out from under her and she collapsed onto the bed, at least remembering to turn her head so she didn’t smash her nose. She needed to breathe. She needed to be sure she still had all her limbs.
The bed thumped near her head, and a balled fist appeared, clutching the sheets. Hair brushed along the top of her back between her shoulder blades, then a weight there, like he was resting his forehead. As she closed her eyes, she became aware of his breath, hot on the clammy skin of her back.
He was still inside her; she could feel him there, softening slightly. With a groan, he pulled out slowly and she didn’t even bother closing her legs like she normally would have. She remained on her stomach, exhausted, as she heard him pad to the bathroom and flush the toilet. When he returned, the bed dipped beside her. Fingers drifted down her spine. He rubbed her skin where he’d smacked her, and she squirmed a little. It stung now, the skin tight and hot.
The hand left, and then something else was there, something wet, and she realized he was kissing the flesh he’d abused.
Chloe opened her eyes and stared sightlessly at the beige wall. His lips were wonderful on her skin, and he was adding tongue now, leaving a trail of wetness behind.
Finally, his face came into view, and he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Ah, Princess. You sure know how to pay a debt.”
She raised her fist to her mouth and bit it as she giggled. His responding laughter only made her giggle harder, until he collapsed on the bed beside her, clutching his stomach, his blue eyes sparkling.
Her anticipation of sex often gave her rose glasses with men. She expected Breck to look like a poor man’s version of the one she’d originally walked into this hotel with. But if possible he was even better-looking. His lips were swollen, cheeks rosy. His hair was a mess but his eyes…they were still full of humor. And he was still looking at her like she was the princess of his dreams.
Which sobered her a little. She was no princess. Without this persona to hide behind, she wasn’t anything worth keeping.
His smile dimmed and he raised a hand, brushing the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “That good for you, Princess?”
“Once you go Breck, you never go back.”
He barked out a laugh, his eyes twinkling again. “You’re my walking, talking fantasy, you know that?”
Sari was his fantasy. “You’re pretty dreamy yourself.”
He picked up a lock of her hair and fingered it, winding it around his forefinger and running his thumb over the strands. “Such beautiful hair.”
She had to swallow through the thickness in her throat. Her hair might be way longer than normal, but that was all her. That was Chloe’s hair. “Thank you.”
His gaze lifted to her and he hesitated before saying softly, “Want to rest a little, then maybe…see what other positions we can come up with?”
She moved her weary limbs until her skirt was in a pool at the foot of the bed. Breck took that as a sign and pulled the covers out from under them and covered their bodies.
“Yeah,” she said with a yawn. “Let’s do that.”
Breck smiled and pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin.
He took a deep breath, and it wasn’t even five minutes later when his hold on her relaxed and his breaths evened out.
She lay awake for another hour after that, enjoying his strong arms around her, the beat of his heart, the heat of his skin, the smell of man.
Who knew when she’d get this again, and she was smart enough to know the sex they’d had was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
She didn’t even know his real name.
But it was better this way. She’d forever be a fantasy to him. She’d remain on a pedestal where she’d always be perfect. He’d never have to listen to her cry over the family she’d been unable to prevent from fracturing. He’d never have to hear her worry about her how her brother was handling his guilt. He’d never have to know that she, Chloe Talley, was about as interesting as a doorknob, and that she should have