Page 91 of Brutal Sin
The room remained silent, the emptiness closing in on her as Bryan’s heartbeat echoed into her back. She sensed he wouldn’t fill the void. At least not with honesty or emotion. If she left the conversation up to him, she was certain there’d be more dark humor to mask his feelings. She craved his trust and wished he would open up to her. Even if just a little.
“You joke about things that upsetyou.”
He nestled his forehead into her hair. “It’s what Ido.”
“If you talk it out, it might get better.” She stared across the room, knowing he’d loathe her suggestion.
“I prefer my way. It works for me.” A way that kept his heartbreak hidden and slowly building. God forbid he ruined his reputation. “For now,” he added. “Who knows what girly things you’ll talk me into if we start spending more time together.”
“Is that what you want?” She turned, becoming ensnared in the emotional depth of his eyes. There was no more dark or callous banter. He was bare, vulnerable, and oh, so beautiful. “The time together, not the girlypart.”
“That’s what comes next, right? I’ve never done this before.”
“That’s not what I asked. I want to know what youwant.”
One side of his lips gradually kicked, his smirk building as he pressed his hips harder into hers. “In that case, I think we both know the answer.”
“Bryan.” She struggled not to laugh. “I’m serious.”
He stared at her mouth, his thumb lifting to trace her lower lip with feather-light pressure. “You still want towait?”
“That depends…”
His gaze snapped to hers. “On?”
“On whether you want me to feel secure in what’s going on between us. The physical part has been easy. Why don’t we give ourselves time to work on everythingelse?”
“You’re trying to appeal to logic over my libido?” He clucked his tongue. “Stupid move, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t stupid. She wanted him to be of sound mind the next time they slept together. For her sake, and his. Regret was the last thing either one of them needed if he woke up tomorrow and decided he’d made a mistake. “I just thought waiting would bebest.”
He ignored her and leaned in to trek his lips along her jaw, to her neck, then the sensitive spot below herear.
Alcohol. Bereavement. Heartache. She reminded herself of the aspects shaping his decisions.
She shouldn’t encourage his heavenly seduction. Not when he was finally where he was supposed to be. She should hold out, for her heart’s sake. For one more day. At least until morning.
“Tomorrow, you’ll have more clarity. More stability.” She sighed as his mouth found her collarbone, the rough scrape of beard adding a touch of friction to the exquisite softness of his kisses.
“Right.”
His thigh parted hers, the rub against the crotch of her pants grazing her clit. Tingles spread through her abdomen, the tendrils of pleasure creeping higher and higher. Slowly, her brain switched gears, sliding commonsense to the sideline and yanking gratification to the forefront. She needed more touches, more kisses, more endorphins.
He pulsed his leg between hers, taunting her pussy. “More security?”
“Mmm hmm.” She closed her eyes and whimpered. Hope was lost. Not one single part of her body wanted to be apart from this man. Not one finger. Not one nerve.
Rational thought became suffocated bylust.
They could work out the important stuff tomorrow.
After.
“I guess I’ve been wrong before.” Christ, she was such an easy mark. Such a groupie.
He didn’t acknowledge her surrender, only continued the delicious trail of his mouth. She undid the top button of her shirt, then the next, exposing her cleavage to his mercy.
“I’ve dreamed about these.” He slid his hand into the cup of her bra and brushed her nipple between his fingers. “My imagination didn’t do them justice.”
