Page 40 of Her Every Fantasy

‘For me neither.’

For some reason, that made him smile. A blinding display of pleasure that made my heart lurch alarmingly while filling me with equal parts of joy and trepidation.

‘Again?’ I asked.

His smile widened and his eyes dropped to my wet lips. ‘God, yes. And again and again.’ With a groan, he sealed his lips against mine.

Still kissing, I dragged him out of the doorway, then gasped when he swung me up into his arms.

Sweet Lord, but I loved it when he did that! I’d challenge any woman to deny they love being swept off their feet.

He laid me down on the bed and followed without breaking the kiss. Then he rolled us with expert ease, until I was draped over him, my thighs braced on either side of his hips.

In prime position to get closer to that hard, delicious prize, I didn’t hesitate. Flicking my tongue brazenly against his, I widened my stance, arched my back and dragged my heated pussy against his engorged cock.

His groan was long and tortured. One hand clamped hard on my bottom, holding me firm and tight against him as he deepened the kiss even more.

Then abruptly he pulled away, his chest rising and falling in harsh pants. ‘Christ Almighty, Savvie, I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside you now.’

Despite the ragged confession, he didn’t move, just continued to stare at my mouth as if it were the answer to world hunger. And since I loved kissing Bryce, I lowered my head and fused our lips once more while I raised my hips long enough to lower the zip of his jeans. He groaned into my mouth as I freed him, took his thick cock in my hand and drew down on his already hard dick.

He caught hold of my hand and flipped us over again. ‘You won’t do this to me, Savvie. You won’t make me blow before I get inside that beautiful pussy,’ he growled, even as he rubbed the underside of his cock against my cotton-covered clit.

The sensation was sweet hell, driving my nails into his back. ‘You want to fuck me that badly, Bryce?’

He groaned. ‘More than I want my next breath,’ he replied.

‘Then do it. Take this insane ache away.’ My voice was a husky mess but I didn’t care.

Slowly, going against the ravaging urgency consuming us both, he sat back on his heels. Eyes the colour of a dark forest dragged over my body, greedily devouring the pulse racing at my throat, the sinfully prominent points of my large breasts, the twitching of my wide hips.

‘Fuck, you’re so sexy, Savvie,’ he growled.

Tears prickled behind my eyes, the knowledge that my numerous flaws didn’t register with him lifting my spirits to unknown heights. Making my stupid heart fill with that dangerous hope that I needed to claw back to reason. But I couldn’t.

Not with Bryce.

Never with Bryce.

He held more of me than he would ever know. But that beat of insecurity and rejection reared its head again, reminding me that, when it mattered most, I had never been enough for anyone. Not my family. Not Bryce, who’d let me in up to a point but never all the way. Not even my arsehole of an ex-husband, who’d taken pleasure in listing my faults on a daily basis before I’d found the strength to walk away. But out of sight didn’t mean out of mind. And as much as I hated to admit it, some of the mud he’d thrown had stuck.

‘Hey. What is it?’ Bryce was frowning down at me.

I shook my head wildly, hating myself for tarnishing this moment. ‘You’re making me wait, Bryce. I hate waiting.’

He laughed, then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, dipped his head and brashly caught one net-covered nipple between his teeth.

I cried out, the sensation almost too much to bear. Luckily, the intensity of my arousal pushed the fragile thoughts away. Arching my back, I chased after more and he responded, drawing my areola deeper into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak.

The dampness between my thighs intensified, leaving me slicker, hungrier.

‘Bryce!’

Blindly, he reached towards the bedside table, and returned with a condom between his fingers. After another minute torturing my nipple, he rose and shucked off his jeans.

The sight of Bryce tearing open the condom with his teeth was absurdly sexy. All I could do was pant and writhe in anticipation as he dragged the protection over his hard dick, grabbed my hips and jerked my body down the bed. Still on his knees, eyes pinned between my legs, he tugged the lingerie aside. ‘You know this beautiful piece of nothing isn’t going to make it, don’t you?’ he asked a little regretfully.

I shuddered.

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