“Might be the best suggestion I’ve heard all day.”
Twenty minutes later, they arrived, sprinting into the house like guilty teenagers.
Their food was thrown in the fridge, then he picked her up and put her over his shoulder, not even letting her get her jacket and boots off.
“Brennan. Stop so I can leave my stuff down here.”
“Nope,” he said, matching her laughter. “I need you and need you now.”
No woman would ever say no to that.
He raced up the stairs and dropped her on the bed, then tackled the zipper on her ankle boots to pull them off while she unzipped her jacket and wrangled it off while lying on the bed.
He attacked his clothes with the same speed she was and they were soon both naked and rolling around on the bed.
Stopping their movements, he pinned her arms above her, his mouth landing a whisper above hers, their fingers threading together.
“I want to make love to you,” he said. “Not fast like we always do.” Sensations flooded her chest, then settled between her legs, her brain silently chanting for her body to slow down and catch up to the change in their routine. “Let me cherish you tonight and let you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”
She nodded and closed her eyes as his lips touched hers.
Alana opened for him like she always would. Like she’d opened her heart wider than she’d ever done in her life.
Her legs spread for him, her hips lifting, her mouth pulling away to say, “I’m on the pill.”
His hips moved, he found her slick opening and slid in easily.
When his mouth returned to hers, his tongue entered, and she squeezed his fingers to keep him in place.
She felt exposed. A sexy vulnerability of being trapped by the man she loved.
The one who was going to take her to heights she’d never journeyed with another before.
Her knees bent, her feet on the bed sending him deeper, her hips arching and lifting to meet and retreat with his.
Somehow he transferred both of her hands into one of his to keep locked over her head, his other hand gliding down her body, over her ribs, the outside of her thigh, nudging it to wrap around his back.
She lifted both legs and did what he was silently instructing her to do.
He pinned her down, preventing her participation, and she received only what he gave her.
Her love for him gave him the trust she needed for them both to just let go.
He was rocking with her. Not hard. Not thrusting. Not even shaking the bed.
Not their normal.
It was slow and steady and building her up.
She hadn’t realized his mouth wasn’t on hers until he said, “Open your eyes.”
As hard as it was, she lifted her heavy lids and gazed into his blue orbs.
He held her stare as he made love to her. As his body was filling her with more than the physical.
“I’m close,” she said.
“I know,” he whispered. “I can feel it. I can see it. You hide little from me.”
