Page 55 of No Broken Promises

“I want to take my time,” he mutters as he stares down at me with fire in his eyes. “I don’t think I can, though. I don't think there's enough time in the rest of our lives for what I want to do with you.”

I look down, my eyes unfathomably drawn until I'm staring at his cock with the tiny drop of pre-cum that dots the tip. “I don’t want you to take your time. I want it all. Right now.”

His eyes glow above me, locked on mine, full of passion. “Tell me what you want.” His command falls on deaf ears, though, because I’ve already moved so that he is pressed against my entrance. “In detail. Give me every single detail for what you want, and I'll give you everything.”

“Jeremy.” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focuses on the act at hand. “Jeremy,” I repeat. “I need you.”

“Say the words, Parker.” Remy’s voice is strained, and his jaw ticks while he waits for me to give in. “Give me the words that will free us both.”

“No,” I whisper devilishly. “I won’t.” He's tortured me for long enough that turnabout is fair play.

“You will,” he counters.

Wet and ready for him, I assume that he won’t push me to give him the words, that he will simply do it, and then I'll have everything I want. But Remy doesn’t. He holds back, even though I can see the pain on his face. His body barely touches mine, and both of our hearts are racing.

“Parker?” He shifts, causing me to gasp against his touch.

Every moment he doesn’t move, doesn’t give me what I so desperately want, is another minute of delicious torture.

“Remington,” I tease, belatedly remembering that he’ll say my name again. “Please.” The soft mewl that leaves my lips sounds foreign.

“Tell me how you feel. If you won't tell me what to do to you, Parker, you will tell me how you feel.”

“You know.” I stare up at him. My emotions roll around together, mixing and stretching until I can’t tell where the fear ends and desire begins. Fear for him having the power to ruin me again. Desire for him to do just that. To ruin me for any other man.

“Fuck.” I gasp as he presses his fingers against my clit.

“I’ll go first then,” he offers, gently rocking against my body.

All I can do in response is moan and shift my hips, trying to create more contact between the two of us.

Remy stops everything, his small movements, even his teasing whispers. Instead, he leans down with both hands on either side of my face and presses his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingle, and his eyes glitter with emotion.

“I love you, Parker.”

He says them.

He finally says them.

After years of loving a man I can never have, never forgetting the effect he has on me, he says it.

And then, when I am staring at his mouth, wanting him to say it again, wanting to record it and play it on repeat for the rest of my life, Remy thrusts inside my body in one swift move.

“I love you!” I scream the words, immediately wishing I hadn’t waited.

He kisses me, his lips a brutal assault on my senses. Our mouths mix in a clash of teeth and tongues, passion and gasping for air.

“More,” I manage between thrusts. “I need more.” I am climbing up one side of the peak, pleasure mounting with every move. Blood pounds in my ears and my heart thumps loudly in my chest as Remy gives me everything I’ve been denying both of us.

He stops, and I slap him on the chest.

“Don’t stop.” The plea comes out broken. “Please.”

Gyrating my hips elicits the most guttural moan I’ve ever imagined, and Remy grabs my hands, raising my wrists above my head.

“Minx,” he says with another groan. “I’m close. But you come first. You always come first.”

“Take me,” I gasp as he hits the most sensitive spot I have, shattering my soul into a million pieces as I bask in the glow of my orgasm.

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