Page 67 of Hart of Hope
I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. “Are you sure?”
Her hands found the bulge in my jeans. “A thousand percent.”
I arched an eyebrow, smirking. “Not a hundred? A thousand?”
She giggled, a sound I could listen to forever. “It’s about two people pleasing each other.”
I let out a belly laugh. “Throwing my words in my face?”
“I never wanted to please a man until this very moment,” she said.
And I’d never loved a woman until that very moment. But I couldn’t bring myself to say those three little words yet.
24
GRACE
Ilay on the bed, spent, happy, relaxed, and feeling like I could conquer the world. Who knew speaking the truth to Brian would relieve me of my fears? His caring and easygoing attitude and his attentiveness to my needs had opened up a chest of fears that I thought I would never divulge to any man.
Brian crawled off the bed and swiped a hand over his messy blond hair, seemingly nervous as he watched me watch him. I found it odd that he seemed anxious. The man wasn’t afraid of anything. He dealt with morally gray and dangerous people. He’d run a drug empire for the cartel. Yet he stood like a statue, highlighted by only the trickle of the city lights spilling in from a crack in the curtains.
His green eyes were filled with emotions, too many to identify. The scruff on his jaw only made him look sexier, and then he took off his shirt. I’d only had a glimpse of his abs in the hotel room. His upper torso was ripped—bulging biceps, dips and valleys of abs, broad chest, and that happy trail that led to a yummier part of his body.
“In this room, it’s only you and me,” he said as if he knew a small part of me was still frightened.
In a way, I was. I wanted all of him. I was ready. But I had no idea how I would react when he entered me.
“Tell me you understand,” he commanded, shucking his jeans. “Tell me if you don’t want to go through with this.”
I inhaled deeply. “I want you, Brian. I won’t lie. I’m still scared, but I know you’ll be gentle. I trust you.”
The intensity in his gaze gave me goose bumps, even more so when he removed his boxer briefs and his cock sprang free.
I let out a soft gasp.
Holy hell!I fixated on a body that belonged inEsquiremagazine. The men I’d seen naked before now had big guts and flabby muscles.
Stop thinking about the past, girl. You’re ruining the moment.
I silently scolded myself as I threw out any memories of that horrific time. In this room, itwasonly him and me. I silently repeated that a few times.
He stroked his erection once again then opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom.
“I’m on the pill,” I felt compelled to say. It wasn’t to prevent a pregnancy but to regulate my periods. “I hate condoms too. Reminds me too much of the past.”
A weak grin emerged on his face. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
He stilled for a moment.
I scooted farther into the middle of the bed, unable to tear my eyes away from the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen. Then I opened my legs, giving him the permission I felt he needed.
He didn’t move toward me but pumped his massive dick, and on the upstroke, he winced. Then with slow, casual steps, he came toward me, the tip of his erection glistening.
As he approached, his powerful body moving with a predatory grace, my body was on fire, my heart aflutter, and my breath caught in my throat.
He paused at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over my body with undisguised hunger, yet beneath all that I could see he was as anxious as I was.
