Page 48 of Fighting His Fate
Her breath was coming fast, his mouth moving along her neck and his hand gripping her breast. He ran his thumb over her sensitive nipple, the feeling rippling throughout her entire body. Her hips bucked against him, needing more, wanting to experience every sensation he could give her.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he ground out against her neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His words washed over her like sunshine. Had he really dreamed of this the whole time they’d lived next door to each other? Her mind flashed back to her pounding on his door in the rain, him standing shirtless in his doorway, the way he looked at her taking her breath away.
His hand moved between them, stroking her clitoris. It seemed he controlled her entire being from this point, the saliva in her mouth as she licked her lips, the quick rise and fall of her chest, her heated and sensitized skin. Her hips bucked against him as his finger slipped inside.
“You’re so wet for me.”
Her head twisted against the pillow, sensations rioting in her body. His mouth found hers, searing her with an intense kiss that left her reeling. “I need to get a condom.”
She watched as he crossed the room, heard the tear of the package and watched as he sheathed himself. Then he was back with her, reclaiming the space between her legs before moving down her torso. A storm seemed to have settled beneath his stare. He took her breast in his hand, squeezing it to a peak before taking the nipple in his mouth and suckling her deeply.
She moaned with pleasure. His hand moved to the other breast, lightly brushing the tip with the pad of his thumb, and her hips bucked wildly at the sensation. She could climax from this sensation alone, and she felt herself being carried away on the first waves of bliss.
He shifted, his head coming back to hers as the air cooled her wet nipple. There was a question in his eyes and she nodded, knowing it was time. The head of his cock settled at her entrance and he moved ever so slightly into her body. She clung to his shoulders.
That wasn’t so bad.
He pushed inside her more deeply and she gasped, a mixture of erotic sensation and a twinge of fiery pain. He met her stare. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He retreated and pushed inside her again, deeper this time, the fiery sensation making her hips jerk away. Again he pulled back to see her face. Her hand skated down his back to his buttocks, and she pulled him toward her.
He groaned, a deep sound that resonated inside her. Withdrawing again, he stared into her eyes as he thrust fully inside her. Her legs jerked and she cried out, whimpering.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding himself still. “Shh… it’s okay.”
She nodded, her fingernails digging into his skin. “Just give me a second.” She could feel his cock jerking inside her, though he was trying to be still. The pain slowly eased, a new sensation replacing it. A hunger, a need, and a pinprick of pleasure.
She moved her hips, exploring the length of him, and he growled at the sensation. She loved that she was making him feel good, heady with the power of it. Then his mouth was back on hers, kissing her deeply as he moved within her.
He felt so good, better than she could have imagined. She let her fingernails trail over his back and hooked her ankles together. The waves of pleasure returned, and she threw her head back before pressing her cheek into the pillow. There was no thought, no recrimination, only the connection flowing between them and the fierce sensations escalating in her body.
Her body clenched, her breath catching in her throat as she came. He thrusted harder, bracing his weight on her thigh and forcing her to open her legs as wide as possible to receive him. A searing heat shot through her and her muscles rhythmically milked his shaft, her hips bucking against him uncontrollably.
He was pumping fast, his cock filling her completely as he found his own release with a guttural cry. They stayed like that, aftershocks rippling through her, the intimacy of their interlocked position as enjoyable as her orgasm.
She’d never been this close to a man, this connected, and she wasn’t talking about their physical bond. He was her lover, and she wasn’t going to ruin this moment by fearing what that meant. She had his full weight on top of her and sighed happily. Morning would be here all too soon, and reality with it. She drifted off to sleep, content.
26
Brett was awakenedby Toby fussing in his carrier, and he slipped from the bed without waking Grace. The warm, naked Grace, who was a virgin no more. Memories flooded his mind, both the sensual onslaught and the emotional ride.
His eyes slid to the clock. One twenty-five a.m. He still had more than an hour before they would leave for Lamont Scientific. He unstrapped the baby and brought him to his shoulder, bouncing to soothe the boy as he worked to get a bottle and warm it at the sink.
Grace. He’d made love to Grace, and he wanted to do it again at the earliest opportunity. That alone was frightening enough, as he rarely did encore performances with anyone. In his experience, women had a tendency to get attached, and that was not something he wanted any part of.
Normally.
He frowned, settling in a chair with the baby, who quickly latched on to the bottle. Brett let his anxiety about Grace fade as he took in the moment. There was something magical about taking care of a baby in the night, as if you were the only person awake on earth. Certainly, he was the only one who had the gift of this time with Toby. The infant’s small body was warm and solid, his feet kicking the air as his hand fisted against Brett’s skin.
The flashing of a tiny light on his cell phone caught his eye, and he grabbed the device. A text from Moto showed on the home screen.
DNA confirms you’re the father. Congrats, brother.
One side of his mouth hitched up into a smile. After reading Joni’s letter, he’d had little doubt, but the confirmation was bittersweet. This was his child he held in his arms, his own flesh and blood, with another sleeping just a few feet away from Grace.
