Page 91 of Damned
“Ouch. You need to trim your nails. You’re scratching me,” she whispered.
“I am? Damn. Sorry.” Kruze lifted both hands from under the blanket to check if he had a hangnail or something.
Bree tipped back on her haunches, still very much connected to him. Her breasts jiggled as she shook all those blonde curls over his chest. Kruze lost track of what he’d been doing. She looked different today. Her hair was full of bounce and shine. Best of all, the ends of those curls were right now cupping the tips of her breasts, teasing him. That blouse had to go.
He’d barely attacked the first button at her collar when his heart stuttered. There was something shiny on his left hand. A ring? He brought it close to his face to see it better. No stone. Just a simple gold band. His focus changed from examining the ring close-up, to examining Bree’s pretty face. Her entire bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Trepidation glimmered in those sly baby blues.
“You have something to tell me?” he asked, his heart hammering.
“No. Well, maybe. Okay, yes, but you already asked me to marry you, and I already asked you, and if that blonde nurse sashays her big behind in here one more time to give you a sponge bath—!”
Kruze lifted his face to the ceiling and laughed. “So you’ll marry me?” he asked, those pesky tears running down his cheeks.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Bree said as she buried her face in the corner of his neck, peppering him with warm, wet kisses.
Kruze choked. He had the woman he wanted, and he was falling apart. He should be laughing, but he was crying. This joy thing was a whole new experience. He didn’t know how to handle the continual sensation of falling in love. But he’d give it one helluva try.
Tugging her chin up, he pressed a moist kiss to her lips, then proceeded to get serious about why she was under his blanket. Kruze let her keep her shirt, but shoved his hands beneath it, pushed her bra up under her chin, and cupped her breasts. The moment his palms filled with all that tender flesh, he was in heaven. Her nipples were peaked and hard as diamonds, easy to find. Running the pads of his thumbs over them, he made love to her mouth and her breasts while she made the sweetest, gentlest love to his cock. Licking his way over her tongue, Kruze let Bree ride him as long as she needed. There was nothing better than her knees gripping his hips while she worked him carefully up and down. She was dripping wet. He was certainly willing. The bed was squeaking and…
“Kruze,” Bree growled into his mouth, her voice vibrating with feral need. She tipped back, her blonde hair flying over her shoulders, and her magnificent breasts out of his hands and on display. Her fingers went to her shirt button, but before she ripped them off and exposed herself anymore, he grabbed her hands and plastered them to his chest.
“Ride me, sugar. Do whatever you want to me, but don’t strip for me. Not here. Not now. I don’t want anyone else seeing your gorgeous ass. I’m your man. Your only man. Fuck, I’m your slave. Whip me. Beat me. Just don’t ever leave me.” His hips flexed upward, meeting every one of her downward slams. Kee-rist! He loved the slapping sound their bodies made when they were skin-to-skin. “Give it to me, woman. Come for me.”
With a growling, whining moan, Bree arched backward while her heat pushed forward, sucking him deeper into her core. Her knees clenched. Every muscle in her body stiffened. “K-Kruze,” she moaned. “More. Give me more.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reclaimed her breasts and thumbed those nipples, tugged and stretched them until—at last—Bree squirmed and came all over him. Grinding herself into him, strangling his cock.
This was heaven on earth. He couldn’t hold back. Like a love-starved teenager in the middle of his first wet dream, Kruze shot all he had into her. His hands moved to her ass where he could hold Bree tighter. Better. Grinding bone against bone, he kept the fiery connection, letting her come back to Earth easy. When she was ready.
Women’s orgasms were never one and done. Men’s were fireworks blasted into the sky, and then, within seconds, they were over. Women’s were more like sunrises. They burst over a man, lit him up, burned him down, then lingered, warm and sweet. Even now, Bree’s aftershocks rippled through her core, down the insides of her legs and up her belly. Her nipples tightened as her body reminded his that she needed this connection to last a little longer.
At last, Bree sighed. Her ravished body went limp, and she melted over him, her arms alongside his body and her long fingers tucked under his ass. Her head settled under his chin, which mashed her breasts onto his chest.
“We still need to tell Robin you’re her daddy,” she whispered.
Kruze inhaled deeply, the scent of sublime satisfaction complete. “We do. As soon as we go home.”
“Whose home? Yours or mine?”
“Not Maine,” he mumbled, the serenity of this moment hard to resist. He closed his eyes and let peace wash over him. “Never Maine. Can’t ask you to live there. Not anymore.”
“Chance wants us to move to Montana with him and Pagan. He says that’s where you belong.”
Kruze nodded as sleep began dragging him under.Us, huh? Montana, huh?For the first time in ages, that didn’t sound so bad. “Whatever you say, sugar.”
