Page 70 of Sexy as Sin
She was nearly sobbing now. He should feel bad about that. He didn’t. He was primed like a pump, and so was she.
When she slid onto him, so wet and so warm and so tight, he had to close his eyes and breathe a minute, and when she wanted to move, he had to hold her there and say, “No. Wait.”
“I can’t wait.” The words were barely audible. “Brett. Please do it now. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
The words settled somewhere deep inside him, and if it were possible, he spiraled higher. And when he lifted her hips, then pulled her down again, she moaned.
He tried to focus on what she needed. He did. It was just that he needed to drive into her so badly, that the darkness was coiling inside him, and that every breath she took, every moan she let out, every time she begged, was only making it worse.
He took it until he couldn’t take anymore, until every muscle was tight and his teeth were clenched. And then he told her, “Put your hands down flat on the bed and ride me the way you need to. Show me what you can do, baby.”
She did it, because Willow had been made to please, and he pulled her shoulders down, got his mouth around a tender pink nipple, and sucked hard. And she called his name, sobbed some words he’d never heard her say, and came apart like sparklers igniting. Like fireworks exploding. Like the Fourth of July.
So good it hurt. So hot it burned.
It was too much. It would never be enough.
He was never, ever going to let her go.
The rain was still hitting the roof, but more gently now. The air had cooled, and Willow moved reluctantly out of Brett’s arms and down to the foot of the bed, where she pulled up a soft throw that had probably come from some animal that lived only on the highest slopes of the Himalayas, and whose undercoat was shorn once every three years by shamans. She draped it over both of them anyway and went back to her spot. Her head on Brett’s chest, and his hand stroking down her back, all the way to her bottom, and lingering there.
“I’ve never done that before,” she confessed. It was so easy, somehow, to tell him your secrets.
“Mm,” he said. “I think I knew that. You excite the hell out of me.”
She smiled against him, kissed his chest, ran her hand down all the muscle of his upper arm, and said, “Same. And we forgot the condom.”
His hand stopped. “Huh. You’re right.”
“Let me guess. You don’t do that.”
“No. I’m careful, though, I promise. Tested recently. Careful always.”
“Reckon you know that I am, too. I have a bad feeling that I said something to you about that in a weak moment.”
“And if it’s anything else,” he said, “I’ve got that, too.”
Her breath stopped. What did that mean? “I’ve got an IUD in.”
“Oh.” She’d swear that was disappointment she heard, like she could see through his chest and into his heart, the same way he could see her. “Well, that’s fine, then, I guess. And by the way—I have an appointment with the surgeon Monday morning. We’re leaving after that.”
“We are?”
“Yeah. Getting you away from second thoughts for a week. After that, we’ll see.”
What didthatmean? She’d just thought that she could see his heart, but how much of that was wishful thinking? “Where are we going?”
“Many places across the West. Portland, Oregon. Lewiston, Idaho, because I need to see my mother, and I’d like you to meet her. And Sinful. That one’s in Montana, but you knew that. You might have a chance to see Rafe.”
“That’d be nice. You aren’t worried about what my cousins will say, though? Rafe wasn’t best pleased with this idea.” She was dancing around, just like before, feeling her way.
“Rafe,” Brett said deliberately, “can give us his opinion. That doesn’t mean we have to take it.”
“Must be nice to be you.” She kissed his chest again and wondered how much the sex had hurt him. It had been more athletic than before, but it seemed to her that his pain was less, that he was moving better, but since he never complained, it was hard to tell.
“Not always nice,” he said. “I’m the only me I’ve got, though, so I’m stuck with it. What do you think about meeting my mom?”
“I think that’d be awesome.” She let the truth of it fall out, there to see. Too late now to think about protecting her heart. “We could go see my aunt and uncle on Sunday, if you liked, since I find myself at leisure, and you may want to see more of Australia than this house.” Sounded casual. Didn’t feel like it.
