Page 73 of Forever Player

Her breaths come fast and choppy as she palms her chest. She opens her mouth to say something.

I stop her by lifting my hand. “I want you, Honey, like my next breath. I’m going to kiss you now so if you don’t want that to happen, you better stop me.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

Willow

His words are whirring in my mind, making me want things I shouldn’t want. How has he not slept with a woman in fifteen months? He’s so virile, so sexual and intoxicating. One night with him was never enough, but I knew he had the power to incinerate me. Now, this man standing in front of me isn’t who I thought he was. He’s changed and he’s saying I had an impact on him. I think back to our night together. How inexperienced I felt getting into bed with a man like him. I was flailing and he took the reins. He demanded I lie back on the bed and touch my pussy. No one had ever spoken to me that way before, and he set me on fire. When I watched his head descend between my legs, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he ate me in a way that had me writhing and begging in mere seconds. Before Brett I had only been with less than a handful of men and no one stirred me the way he does. No one got under my skin the way he did. He gave me multiple orgasms with his dirty talking mouth and his glorious cock. I could barely walk the next day and it was complete and utter heaven. But I knew it had to be a one-time thing with a man like him. I never dreamed it had the potential to be more. When I think about how easily I gave in to him back in Sugar Meadow, that night in the truck when he ate my pussy once again, I realized how weak my willpower was in resisting him. It terrified the hell out of me. But what I am hearing from him now is he is telling me to lower my shields. That he isn’t dangerous. This crazy, handsome man wants me to share my insecurities and he says he is not going to walk away.

I take the plunge as the next words leave me. “I want you, Brett, but I am terrified.” I feel like I am diving headfirst into a freezing cold pool without knowing how deep the water is. Will I crash and burn or will I find a new path, a great love?

“I know,” he says softly, his blue eyes warm and calming like an ocean without waves. “I got you, but I need you to promise you won’t want to run when this feels like it’s too much. You need to talk to me and share with me what you’re feeling.”

“I’m feeling too much,” I sigh. “That’s the problem. You’ve been perfect since the first night you came back to Sugar Meadow. You stepped up and you’ve been amazing with Maylee, and you’ve helped me so much that you terrify the shit out of me,” I say.

He moves in closer and wraps his arms around my waist. “You scare the shit out of me too. I’m terrified of doing something wrong and having you push me away. That’s why I need you to promise you’ll be open with me,” he says.

I nod. “I’m going to try, Brett. This is all new for me.”

“It’s new for me too,” he says.

“Are we allowed to kiss now?” I ask.

“Oh, Honey,” he replies and the way he calls me by that nickname warms something inside me and turns my insides to mush. His lips crash to mine. Our mouths seek each other hungrily as our teeth clink and he nips on my lower lip. Our tongues get into the mix and heat burns through my body, resting in my lower belly, as he presses his body into mine. He swipes me off my feet and I screech.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as he begins to walk us to the bedroom.

“I’m going to make you come undone,” he says with such assurance.

“I can’t argue with that.” I giggle.

He leads me to his bed and lays me on my back. Then he is unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my butt, along with my underwear.

“Fucking perfect,” he hisses with my pussy exposed.

I reach for him but he stops me. “Uh uh, I’m taking care of you.”

“You did that last time,” I protest.

“And I am going to do it again,” he insists.

“But you have needs too, Brett.”

“Honey, my cock has become well acquainted with my right hand. Right now, I need to eat this sweet pussy of yours,” he affirms as he uses his fingers to spread my lips. “I’m not taking you until you are confident in me. Until I know you won’t regret being with me.”

“Brett, I never regretted being with you. Not for a second,” I assure him, and it’s true. That night was special to me and getting pregnant threw me for a loop, but it was something I would never regret.

“That means a lot, Honey. Now lie back and enjoy the ride.” His tongue makes its first swipe against my clit.

“That feels so good,” I moan. He adds his finger and inserts it inside me. He pumps inside me three times and then he coats my clit with my wetness and I groan, my eyes closing as I fall prey to the sensations he delivers. His warm tongue moving at a rhythmic pace licks me from clit to seam. He adds another finger, stretching me and filling me while pumping inside me faster and faster. “You’re torturing me. I need more.”

“How good was I last night?” he asks.

My eyes pop open.What does he mean? Oh shit.

“That’s right, Honey. I heard that little wet dream of yours. How you wanted to come hard on my cock,” he says.

“Brett,” I groan because now it feels like he has inserted three fingers inside me. I feel so full. “Were you e-eavesdropping on me?” I can barely get the words out; I am so worked up.

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