Page 154 of Redeeming Heart

“Like I am caught in a bubble of bliss and not wanting to get down from it.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked, still skimming my hands over his shoulders and down his back.

“Afraid to close my eyes and find all of this to be just a dream.”

“I will be right here when you wake up,”

CHAPTER-SEVENTY-SEVEN

I rolled over onto my side, giving my body a good stretch without realizing I was spooned up next to a naked and sleeping Brandon.

His arm was wrapped possessively around my waist as he was clinging tightly to my body making me feel every dip and curve pressing up against mine.

There were no regrets about last night—only pleasure and maybe a lot of pain, but it only lasted for a while.

Without waking him up, I got onto my elbow and stared at his handsome face memorizing every detail.

I eased forward brushing my lips over his and smiled when he hummed in his sleep without waking up.

“I love you,” I whispered placing a kiss on his shoulder, rolling over onto my other side after I gently unwrapped his arm from my waist.

I took a breath and got to my feet heading over to the bathroom to take a shower.

I let the water run down the length of my body for a while as certain muscles and tissue needed the moment to relax from last night’s excitement.

“Hey,” Brandon’s soft voice woke up every delightful nerve.

I shot him a grin over my shoulder. “Morning,”

He stood next to the open shower door as if he was contemplating his next move and taking in the angel wings on my back.

“May I join you or do you want to be alone for a while?” He asked.

“Get your butt in here, Hills,” There was no more barrier between us and I wasn’t planning on putting up one.

He didn’t think twice as he joined me underneath the waterfall of steaming hot water.

His hands were a bit hesitant when he rested them on my hips, but his mouth was confident when he pressed an open mouth kiss on my shoulder.

My head fell back against his shoulder when his hands drifted upwards from my hips and cupped my breasts in the palm of his hands. Squeezing them softly and skimming his thumbs over the nipples.

“This wasn’t my plan,” I almost didn’t believe him if it wasn’t for the sincerity in his voice when he spoke.

I shuddered at the feel of his hand skimming down my tummy and making its way down between my legs where he cupped me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked while his fingers were pushing through the folds and running over the sensitive bud.

“A little bit…sore,” I said with a moan closing my eyes at the feel of his talented fingers taking charge to satisfy my hungry needs.

“Should I stop?”

I thought I was going to tear in half when his hand paused.

“Don’t you dare or I will beat your ass with a hockey…stick.” My words dissolved into a long, satisfying moan when he plunged a finger inside of me, followed by another, and played me like I was the strings of a guitar.

He knows exactly how to drive a woman crazy with need.

My back arched against his back—my mouth falling open as a moan gasped from my lips. I grabbed hold of his forearm as flutters erupted from the pit of my stomach—sending waves of pleasure across my whole body.

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