Page 37 of Shades of You

“Then show me,” she challenged, reaching down to rub the hard length of me. A soft gasp escaped her as she did.

And in that breath, all my hesitation was obliterated. I walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, then raked the covers back. I pushed her onto her back. Crawling on top of her, I pinned her in place with my knees on either side of her legs.

I stared at her. She was ethereal, yet all mine. My hands began their worship of her body, tracing the swell of her breasts, drawing from her sharp intakes of breath and quiet moans that stoked the fire within me. I lowered to her breasts and ran my mouth over one in a long, leisurely swipe.

“Yes,” Brenna gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I took one hard peak into my mouth, teasing it with mytongue before moving to lavish the same attention on its twin. Her back arched off the bed, pushing herself deeper against my mouth, seeking more contact, more of the pleasure I was determined to give her.

Her skin tasted like salt and sunshine. And dreams realized. Her hands never left me, roaming over the ridges of my shoulders and down the muscles of my back. Each touch ignited another spark within me, and I gave myself over to the fire. I slowly moved down her body, making each kiss a promise. She trembled beneath me.

At last, I lowered my head between her legs, and with the pent-up desire from over a decade of dreams, I tasted her.

Brenna’s response was immediate, and a strangled cry escaped her lips as she clutched my head, guiding me with urgent hands. Her body writhed, and the room filled with the sound of her pleasure. I settled in, gripping the milky skin of her hips as she writhed. This was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. She went wild with abandon, giving herself over to what I was doing to her. When her climax tore through her, she screamed my name. I drowned in every second of her sweet surrender.

As I climbed back up her body, her hands pushed against my chest, trying to roll me over. “Your turn,” she panted.

But I shook my head, locking eyes with her as I refused to let her move me. “Later.”

I grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open, then slowly rolled it on as she stared at me. My skin was hot, on fire as I positioned myself at her entrance.

I entered her slowly, hyperaware of her every reaction—every hitched breath, every flutter of her lashes. Slow. So agonizingly slow. Despite my size, she urged me deeper,wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me into her warmth. The sensation was overwhelming, an exquisite pressure that had me gritting my teeth to keep control.

“More, Hunter. I need more,” Brenna begged, her nails digging into my back as if she could pull me even closer.

Her words were my undoing, and at last I gave in completely, driving into her with a wild rhythm. Every fear I had about hurting her melted away with her encouragement, with the sheer pleasure that painted her face. Our bodies moved together, passion building until it bordered on pain—the kind of pain you’d beg for, just to feel alive.

Sweat glistened on Brenna’s skin, and the air in the room felt alive. Every breath I took was laced with the salt of her sea-kissed flesh. She was wild and untamed beneath me, her passion matching my own fierce hunger.

And then her hands shoved against my shoulders—suddenly, forcefully—and I rolled off to lie flat on my back. Brenna went with me, then loomed over me like some gorgeous goddess claiming victory. She pinned my arms to the bed, her small hands surprisingly strong, her eyes blazing with a fire that could melt steel.

“My turn,” she said in a deep, husky voice I couldn’t get enough of.

It was a command, one I gladly obeyed. Her hips moved with a rhythm that was primal, harder and faster, as if she were racing against time itself. Her hands fanned out over my pecs, tracing the whorls of my tattoo, then the edges of my scars. I was completely spellbound.

“Oh my God, Brenna,” I groaned.

The sight of her, taking everything I had to give and demanding more than I ever thought possible, sent a shudder through me that was so intense it almost hurt. Everything else fell away. There were no feuding families,no past mistakes, just Brenna and me and this all-consuming blaze between us.

I slid my hand between her legs, my fingers finding her tender flesh. I circled once, twice, building her pleasure until she was teetering on the edge. Then, with a few well-timed strokes, I sent her tumbling over. Her body clenched around me, and the world fractured into a thousand stars as we both shattered, our climaxes ripping through us in a maelstrom of sensation that left us gasping, clinging to each other as if we could somehow anchor ourselves in the eye of the storm we’d created.

Slowly, the world came back into focus, our breathing slowing as we returned from wherever we’d been flung. I pulled Brenna into my arms, her body still trembling slightly against mine. Her head rested on my chest, and the rapid beat of her heart slowly synchronized with my own. Our limbs entwined in a tangled mess of satisfaction and contentment.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse with lingering desire and a trace of concern. I brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead, needing to see her face, to reassure myself I hadn’t been too much for her. “Did I hurt you?”

“Maybe a little, but I loved every minute of it,” she murmured against my skin, her lips tracing a path along my collarbone. “How about you?”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever felt better than I do right now.”

I marveled at how something that had always seemed forbidden could feel so undeniably right. With Brenna in my arms, every doubtful thought was drowned out by the undeniable truth of what had just happened. We were two pieces of a puzzle that the universe had stubbornly kept apart, now finally interlocking in a way that felt like… destiny.

Chapter Seventeen

Brenna

As I nestledin the sheets with Hunter’s arms around me, the wonderful soreness between my legs made everything even more real. The ceiling fan above us stirred the air, carrying a soft breeze to dry the sweat on our skin. He had just unraveled me in ways I didn’t know were possible. My head spun at just the sight of him, not only his raw physical beauty, but the map of scars on his skin. I understood that few people knew they existed, yet he’d trusted me enough to bare himself. And I realized that act was every bit as intimate as what we had just shared.

“Did you get all those at once?” My voice was soft as I traced a finger over a particularly wicked scar that snaked its way across his abdomen.

“No, it was over many missions.” His words were heavy, like they carried the gravity of each memory. He gently folded his hand over mine and laid it on his chest. His gaze drifted to a bullet hole near his rib, and tightness crept into his jaw. “But this one… and some others were from one mission that went south fast.” Shadows passed over his face as if he’d left a part of himself on those foreign battlefields.

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