Page 43 of Jilted
He closed his eyes and slipped his tongue deep into her pussy, savoring the unique, sweet taste of her. God, he couldn’t get past how amazing she tasted, how she made him long to taste only her for the rest of his life.
“Brett,” she whimpered.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, Amy. Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.” His tongue was once again working her clit.
Her thighs clenched around his head, making it difficult for him to maneuver, but he knew she was so close to coming. Releasing her hands, he gripped her knees and pried her legs apart. Moments later, she screamed his name as her orgasm tore through her body. He sucked and licked her release until there was none left. Then he lifted his head and rose fully up on his knees.
Amy sat forward and pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hard before he had a chance to say or do anything. He swore his eyes rolled into the back of his head. In all the kisses they’d shared, none had been as hot as this one.
Brett stood and brought Amy to her feet. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, making it very easy for him to slide his cock into her wet pussy. The sensation of being inside of her was so strong it almost brought him to his knees.
He carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch, never once losing contact. Slowly, he removed her blindfold and looked into her eyes. The emotion he saw in them had him stifling a gasp. Was it possible that Amy felt the say way about him? Was this more than just sex to her? God, he hoped so.
“Amy,” he whispered, kissing her lips and slowly thrusting into her. Instead of fucking her like he’d planned, he made love to her – slow, passionate love that bonded them in more ways than just the physical.
She wrapped her legs around him and held on to him as if he were the last person on earth, the only man who could ever satisfy her, please her. And he wanted to be that man – the only man to ever see her like this again, the only man to ever touch her and make love to her. She’d agreed to give him more, but how much more? He wanted all of her, forever.
“Brett,” she whispered over and over again as she came for the second time.
He allowed himself to let go, to let his own orgasm take over his body as he came hot and hard inside of her – a feeling he didn’t know if he’d ever get used to, it was so damn good.
Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her neck and said, “God, I love the sound of my name on your lips.”
She laughed softly and whispered his name once more. He shifted his weight and looked down at her, at a loss for words. The only thing that came to his mind was, “I love you,” but he knew she wasn’t ready to hear that yet. He didn’t even know if he was truly ready to say it. Instead, he just kissed her.
Amy lay snuggled to Brett’s side, her head on his chest. She traced lazy circles on his stomach, a feeling of calm settled over her. She couldn’t believe she was actually having sex with Brett Hudson. The man she’d dreamt of for years. The man she never thought she’d ever have. But now...now she was lying in his arms after the most amazing sex of her life.
“Brett? Are you still awake?”
“Hmm? Yeah.” He yawned.
“Are we okay?”
“What? Yeah, of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just worried how this is going to affect our friendship.”
Brett put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Baby, please don’t worry about it. We’re going to be fine. I promise.”
She folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin atop them. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because I refuse to ever let anything come between us.”
Amy smiled. His tone was adamant, and she had no reason not to believe him. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Come here.” He pulled her up the length of him and slanted his lips over hers, kissing her in that slow, soft, erotic way that she’d grown to love. Brett broke the kiss and licked his lips. “Mmm, I love kissing you.”
Her heart fluttered. “I’m afraid that if I close my eyes and sleep that when I wake up, all of this will just be a dream.”
Brett smiled and gave her another chaste kiss. “It’s okay, Amy.” He laughed. “Go to sleep, baby, and I’ll be right here when you wake up, holding you.” He squeezed her tighter to him and she sighed with contentment. Settling next to him, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.
Chapter Eighteen
Amy’s heart thundered in her chest and ears as the boat slowed and dropped anchor.
Brett squeezed her hand and smiled. “Relax, it’ll be fun,” he said.
Fun? Yeah, right. She was seriously reconsidering her decision to go scuba diving with Brett. He’d literally begged her last night and when it came to Brett Hudson, she just couldn’t tell him no – especially when it was something he really wanted to do. Plus, he’d been so sweet to her all week, making more than one of her fantasies a reality. So, after a rather intense session of love making, she’d agreed. And even though she was terrified, she did want to do this for him.
