Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Flushing, I lifted my head to see his reaction, and the firestorm of desire in his eyes made my inner muscles pulse around him.
Brodan grunted at the feeling and then said, voice hoarse, “Do you know how hard it was not to come with you?”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked against his soft lips.
In answer, Brodan stood up with me wrapped around him, and then turned to drop us on the bed, me on my back. The motion made him drive deep inside me, and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brodan murmured thickly and then wrapped his hands around my wrists and pinned them to the bed at either side of my head.
His control snapped.
He thrust into me. Hard.
“Oh, God!”
Satisfaction blazed in his eyes as he moved inside me. I wanted to feel him; I wanted to grip his ass in my hands and feel it clench and release with each stroke, but he held me down.
That only excited me more.
The tension built in me again with every thick drag of him in and out. His drives came faster, harder. Then he released my wrists, but only so he could get up on his knees. Grabbing my legs, he spread me wider and tilted my hips up off the bed, his fingers biting into the back of my thighs. Then he pumped inside me even faster, harder. His hips snapped against mine as his features strained taut with desire. His gaze dragged over my body, watching my breasts shake and tremble with the force of his thrusts, and I saw his expression darken with pure lust. The sight of him above me, between me, fucking me like he couldn’t get enough, was my undoing.
I shattered again. The exquisite feel of my muscles milking Brodan’s cock prolonged my climax. I shuddered and shivered beneath him, gasping and panting in disbelief as the sensation rolled through me.
“Fuck, Sunset. Fuck!” Brodan’s grip on my thighs was almost painful as he pulled me tighter against him and let go. I felt his cock swell inside me and contract as he climaxed, throbbing and pulsing, his long groan almost animalistic as he shuddered through the release.
His grip on me eased as he panted for breath, his gaze meeting mine in shattered awe.
I understood completely.
He gently pulled out of me, and I hissed at the sensation, feeling a slight twinge.
“You all right?” He poised above me, concern etched into his relaxed features.
“I don’t know,” I whispered back. “I think you’ve ruined sex for me with anyone else forever.”
He grinned, slow, languorous, sexy as he pushed between my spread thighs and leaned over me. The damp skin of his hard stomach brushed against mine as he cupped me possessively between my legs. “Good. Because this is mine now.”
I smirked against his lips. “Does that kind of talk work with other women, Brodan Adair?”
A hard glint entered his eyes. “I’ve never said or wanted to say it to another woman.”
“Well, let me educate you,” I murmured sleepily, wrung out from the most amazing orgasms of all time. “What you’re petting with your hand right now belongs only to me. But since you just pleasured the life out of me, I’m willing to maybe, possibly, offer co-ownership. Sixty–forty, perhaps.”
Brodan barked a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s good to hear because my dick just experienced a version of heaven it didn’t know existed until now, and we’re both feeling quite attached.”
“It wasn’t just me, then. That was …” I had no words.
“Fucking epic,” Brodan supplied, and he kissed me hungrily. When he released me, he murmured, “I’m going to deal with this condom, then we’ll sleep. You’re going to need your rest because I don’t plan to let you out of this bed for the next week.”
I got out of bed with him to clean up, and he grinned at me in the bathroom mirror the whole time. It was surreal. There was a giddiness in me, like I was a teenager again. But I could feel the dark murmur of fear hovering in the background of my thoughts. Brodan didn’t seem to share the same fears, which surprised me, considering how terrified he’d once been of commitment.
Instead, he took me by the hand, led me back to the bedroom, and helped me draw on a nightie because I didn’t like sleeping naked.
We were just about to climb into bed when he said, “Shit. I forgot to give you your present.”
“Oh, that does—”
But he was already hurrying out of the room and downstairs. Seconds later, I heard him ascending, and then he was there in nothing but his boxer briefs with a long velvet jewelry box in hand.
Oh my.
“Brodan …”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, cuddling me into his side as he held out the box. “Merry Christmas, Sunset.”