Page 49 of Beauty Of Her

“Yes?” I tensed.

He shifted away from me and hoisted himself until his back rested against the marshmallow pillows. Reaching over, he turned on the additional reading light anchored to the headboard. Peter was the last person to turn it on, and I wondered why I had never tossed it.

“I’ve been thinking.” Brett’s eyes never left my face, causing my stomach to lurch. “Tonight was really nice. I mean, all the nights are great here. Whether the girls are here or not. It’s like everything keeps getting better.” He swallowed, thoroughly freaking me out as my heart thundered against my chest.

“I feel the same way.” I flattened my palm against my chest.

“Just let me finish. There’s something I need to tell you.” Brett held up a hand.

Crap. Was he going to break up with me? Did he finally have his eureka moment of twenty-seven and understand that he could have all of this created by him and a woman closer in age? The idea made me feel sick.

I watched Brett struggle to gather his thoughts, the blood rushing in my ears. The room grew smaller, the air heavy with anticipation. I had never seen him so serious before, so vulnerable. "Just tell me." My voice cracked.

Brett took a deep breath, his eyes filled with apprehension and rawness. "Julia, I love you."

My heart skipped a beat as his words hung in the air. Love. It was a word that held so much power yet possessed the potential for heartache. He loved me. The intensity of his confession threatened to overwhelm me, but I held onto the edge of the bed for support.

“Is it too soon?” Brett asked, reaching for my hand, taking my shaky fingers. “I’ve never actually said that to anyone.”

“Brett, I…” I trailed off, my eyes darting around the room. My heart wanted me to say it back, but my mind urged me to wait. I had been down this road before, and while exploring it could be great, I needed to be careful. It wasn’t just me I worried about. I had my girls to consider, too. Lifting my eyes to meet Brett’s, he knew.

“Come here.” He didn’t wait for me to move but pulled me next to him instead. “You don’t have to say it tonight.”

“Wait, what?” I twisted my face. How did this man have so much patience? What cloth was he created from?

Brett smiled, his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand. "I don't want you to feel pressured, Julia. I meant what I said, but I understand that it takes time. Trust me, I can wait."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and snuggled closer to him, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steadily beneath my ear, soothing the anxiety coursing through me. In that moment, all doubts and fears faded away, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort only Brett provided.

"You're amazing, you know that?" I whispered, looking up at Brett in awe.

“You’ll learn I’m not.” Brett chuckled, kissing my forehead. “But I just needed you to know how I felt. It was one of those things I couldn’t hold in anymore.” His eyes searched mine, waiting. And that was when I decided that while I failed to tell him not only did I love him, but I was in love with him, I’d let my body speak for the words I couldn’t form.

I swung my leg over, so in one move, I straddled Brett’s lap, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my chest flush against his.

“Is it okay if we?” Brett leaned in, and his warm breath coated my ear.

“Yes. We just need to be quiet.” My lips brushed Brett’s, already embracing the arousal flooding between my legs.

Our lips moved together in a desperate dance, hungry and needy. Our tongues intertwined, battling to explore the other’s mouth. His pulse pounded against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own racing pulse.

As our kisses deepened, our hands began to roam, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. He traced the curve of my waist with his fingertips, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned into his mouth, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me. Brett's hands moved lower, cupping my ass and pulling me even closer, grinding against his cock. I pressed my lips to his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his smooth skin. His breath hitched as I nibbled on his earlobe. He groaned in response, his hands gripping my hips tightly, urging me to move against him.

I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, feeling the heat and hardness of him in my palm. Brett gasped at the contact, his grip tightening on my hips as I stroked him slowly. Our movements became more urgent, fueled by a need that could no longer be denied.

With a swift motion, Brett flipped us over so that he was now on top, his gaze filled with hunger. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he ravished my mouth. Brett's body pressed against mine, the weight of him grounding me to the bed beneath us. Brett's fingers danced along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasingly close to where I needed him most. My breath hitched as his touch grew bolder, his fingers dipping between my folds. How could every time he touched me felt so right? It was like we had known what the other needed all this time. Our lovemaking was effortless while the emotions swirling between us continued to bloom.

I gasped as his skilled fingers found their mark, stroking and circling with precision. The tension built within me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Brett's lips left a trail of kisses down my neck, his hot breath springing goosebumps on my simmering flesh.

Brett shed the last remnants of clothing between us. His body trapped mine, skin against skin, the heat radiating from him clinging to my body. My fingers pressed into his lower back, urging his throbbing erection to enter my aching center. The tip of his dripping head brushed against my sex, and I sucked in a breath.

“Wait, I need a condom.” Brett tried to escape my grip, but I wouldn’t let him go.

I held onto Brett tightly, my legs wrapped around his waist. "No, Brett," I panted. "I need you now. I want to feel you inside me."

His eyes searched mine, a mix of desire and concern flickering in their depths. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering near the nightstand where we kept the condoms. But then, as if deciding, he leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss.

The urgency between us grew as he positioned himself at my entrance, his hands gripping my hips tightly. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushed forward, inch by inch. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as the sensation of him filling me overwhelmed my senses. Brett’s face teetered between pleasure and pain. I cupped his cheeks and dragged him until our foreheads were fused, and we shared the same breaths.

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