Page 40 of Off Limits
Before she could answer, before a sound even left her throat, he thrust into her—hard, deep, and all at once.
She cried out and threw her head back. The overload of sensation—the taste of herself on his fingers, the way he filled her to the hilt, the primal roughness—was almost too much to bear. Every nerve lit up. It was the most erotic moment of her life.
He pumped into her with ferocity, like he wouldn’t survive if he wasn’t fucking her. He slipped his fingers out of her mouth and dropped his hand between them and thumbed her clit. She went off like a rocket. Stars sparkled in her peripheral and her vision blurred.
“That’s it. Come on my cock.” He pounded into her. His dirty words strung along almost incoherently. He rested his forehead against hers, his gaze unfocused. His pupils dilated. “Oh, fuck! Oh, my God. I love you. I fucking love you so much.” He roared like a lion and came with the force of a Cat 5 hurricane. He pistoned his hips into her, grounding out his orgasm until he collapsed on top of her.
A half-smile crept on her lips.I love you too.
Chapter Nineteen
Brady
Holy shit! Had he just told Jane he loved her? He squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face against her neck. Her sweet jasmine scent wrapped him in a cocoon, made him feel safe, even with his feelings. So comfortable, in fact, he had said he’d loved her. He had never said those three words in a meaningful manner to anyone. Not a single soul. And he’d just blurted them out during the most epic orgasm of his life.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him even closer. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm with his own.
What the hell had he done now? The words had slipped out in a rush of pleasure, but he’d meant them. He’d never meant anything more in his life. He loved her—completely and undeniably. Every cell within him vibrated with it. But he hadn’t planned to say it. Not yet. Not like that. Not in the middle of reunion sex.
Would she think it was just a byproduct of his orgasm? God, he was shit at this relationship stuff.
Lifting his head, he met her gaze. Her green eyes swirled with emotion. But she didn’t say a word.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing the tip of her nose.
“For what?” A soft smile curved her lips.
“For storming in here. For taking you so roughly. For not coming to you sooner. For leaving things the way I did.” But not for those three words. He wouldn’t take them back. He wouldn’t even bring them up unless she did. If she chalked it up to ecstasy, that was fine. For now.
“Brady.” She ruffled his hair with her fingers.
“I’ve tried to move on.” He shook his head. “I’m at a crossroads. I’m not ready to confront your brother with this,” he motioned between them,” but I’m also not letting you go. Ever again. I can’t.”
Her brows pinched together, forming that familiar little worry line he adored. “What are you saying?”
“I want you, Princess. I need you.” His gaze didn’t waver.
