Page 10 of Chosen By Love

“I have been waiting to do this all damn night. Tell me to stop now, and I won’t take things any further. Tell me to take you home, and we can turn around and walk out this door right now. The decision is yours, sweetheart. No hard feelings and I will respect your wishes.”

“Kiss me,” I barely got out before Brett’s mouth slammed onto mine.

Currents of pleasure sizzled through my body, my mouth opened and his tongue slid inside to tangle with mine. I grabbed the front of his shirt as the kiss deepened.

“Fuck! I want you, Rebecca. I want to be gentle for our first time together but I don’t know—”

“I don’t care. I just want you, Brett,” I said when he pulled away. Both of our breaths were coming out in pants.

Brett’s eyes delved into mine for a moment before he placed both palms against either side of my face, lips capturing mine once again in a heated kiss. The taste of his warm kisses are like an aphrodisiac and makes me more drunk than an alcoholic beverage ever could.

Desire burned its way through my frame hardening my nipples and made wetness settle in my core.

I moan when Brett's hands move to my hair. His long nimble fingers massaged my scalp. His kiss deepens and I whine my pleasure into his mouth as his hands left my face to begin exploring over my body. My hands began to travel over his chest, and to the rigid muscles of his forearms.

Beneath the businessman and his suit and ties is a man of steel.

Brett hands cup my rounded bottom and pulled me closer. I want to be naked with no clothes between us, but I don’t voice my thoughts aloud. I have never felt this forceful sexual need before—not even with Shawn all those years ago.

My fingers find their way up to his hair to graze the nape of his neck and sift through the electric strands of his hair.

“Let’s take this upstairs to the bedroom,” Brett grunts as he stepped away from me. He took my hand in his and led me up a long spiral staircase that I thought would never end. “My bedroom is at the end of the hall,” he added once we made it to the second floor.

Once inside his enormous bedroom that looked more like a hotel suite, Brett turned to me and spun me around to ease the zipper of my dress down. The dress slid from my shoulders, and he pushed it down my waistline until it pooled around my feet. I step out of the dress and stand there in my lace black bra and panties as Brett takes in my body. Suddenly I remembered the scar on my abdomen and become self-conscious of all my body imperfections.

“Get out your head Rebecca, and live in the moment,” Brett said as if reading my mind. “You are beautiful—every ebony inch of you.”

“I’m sorry. It has been so long since I have been with anyone. I think I have forgotten how to—” a nervous giggle escaped my mouth. I forget what I was going to say when I felt the brush of Brett’s hand against my breast.

“Tonight it’s just you and me. No one else from our past matters. Think of it this way, this is my first time being with the woman I dreamed about repeatedly. You are my fantasy Rebecca Woods.”

My gaze searched Brett’s eyes to see if he was lying. But all I observed was a look of sincerity in the depth of his green gaze.

“You have on too many clothes,” I said, reaching for the back of my bra hook. Once the bra was free of its closure, I released it, letting it fall to the floor.

“Shit! You’re beautiful,” Brett muttered as he stared at my size 36 D cup breasts.

He wastes no time getting off his clothes, and my gaze take in every delicious inch of him. My gaze pauses at his prominent erection that jutted out from his hips. He has to be at least nine inches in length with plenty of girth.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” Brett’s voice brought my gaze to his handsome face.

“I'm not worried,” I assured Brett as he grabbed my waistline and walked me backwards to the bed. I kicked off my heels along the way.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmured against my ear.

I didn’t view myself as sexy, but who was I to complain? On the other hand, Brett was too hot for his own good, but I didn’t voice my thoughts aloud.

“I want you so bad,” he said.

“I want you too, Brett.”

Brett was the epitome of my fantasies. He took his time, placing soft kisses all over my body.

I stiffened as he kissed his way down my pudgy belly. “Where did this come from?” he asked, tracing the scar on my lower stomach area.

Whelp, this was it.I needed to tell him the truth. Maybe Brett would be just as turned off by my previous health issues as Shawn. I guess it would be best to find out now rather than later.

“I had surgery because I had cancerous fibroids about six years ago.”

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