Page 59 of Cursed Love
The beautiful, shattering experience made her heart race, and her breaths short and shallow. He managed to short-circuit everything she thought was real. A peaceful calm washed over her, and a small voice in the back of her head warned to raise the walls around her heart, to guard against the sexy, life-altering man.
Before she could listen to the war raging within her, her spent body slipped into the deepest of dreams with Ryan cocooned protectively around her.
Chapter 23
Brandy’s warm, slick body fit perfectly against his own. He knew they had royally screwed up, but he couldn’t muster enough guilt to never do it again. There was no way loving this woman could be wrong. He felt like such a pussy-whipped asshole for it, but he didn’t give a damn.
Their relationship was anything but normal. His feelings early on had been an inconvenience, and he had done what he could to avoid her. But now he needed her… wanted her… and would never be happy without her.
Glancing down at her tousled hair, he admired the beautiful woman. Her skin was silky soft against his, her breaths were shallow, and a satisfied smile graced her lips. He loved her; there was no doubt about it. His chest squeezed with excitement and nerves at the truth threatening to burst free.
I just need to tell her,he thought before following her into a blissful sleep.
A sound in the distance woke Ryan. Listening closely, he tried making out the noise as he noted the lock on the door was still in place. The protective spells over the apartment were also untouched.
Looking down at Brandy, he brushed a hair off her face and smiled. The pull between them was too raw and too strong, but he knew without a doubt she was where she belonged, in his arms.
Waking up to her gone, after Peter had clocked him, had been one of the worst feelings ever, or so he’d thought. The fear that had flooded his senses at her call for help, the real possibility of losing her at the hands of some lycan?Thatturned out to be the worst feeling he had ever experienced.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Brandy yelped at the pounding on the door. Fear flashed in her eyes at the loud noise. He pulled her tightly against him, their lips a breath away as her wide eyes searched his.
“I know you’re in there. Get your asses out here! We need to talk,” Peter yelled from the other side of the door.
Ryan sighed and brushed his lips against hers. His pulse beat erratically with the contact. When her dazed eyes met his, he smiled. He ran his nose along hers before turning toward the locked door. “All right!” he yelled back.
Reluctantly, he slipped out of bed and offered her his hand. Her face brightened as she let him lead her into the bathroom.
“Won’t Peter be mad?”
He turned on the water and drew her into his arms as it warmed. “He can wait a bit longer. How’d you sleep?” he asked, ignoring his friend’s muffled reply from across the apartment.
Brandy pressed her cheek against his chest and sighed. “Great. Much better than by myself. You?”
He chuckled, her hair ruffling at his breath. “Much better. You belong in my arms.”
After checking the water, he pulled her in and took his time tending to her. He focused on each inch of skin, lingering over spots where she trembled. His brows knit and he lowered to a knee, kissing her hips where small circles had formed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, unable to look her in the eye. He had been too rough with her and had marred her delicate skin.
“Why?” she asked, pulling him to his feet.
“I hurt you. I was too rough,” he muttered.
Brandy cupped his face, forcing him to look at her before shaking her head. “Oh, no. That was… amazing.” She grinned.
She grabbed the loofah and washed him. It was innocent by all accounts, but her touch made Ryan crazy. It was soft and teasing, her fingers brushing along him as she scrubbed him down.
When she poured body wash onto her palm and wrapped it around his semi-hard erection, he stilled. Blood rushed south as her soapy hand slid up and down his shaft. Unable to help himself, he watched the erotic show, the thick vein running down his length pulsing at her touch.
Turning him toward the spray of water, she rinsed him before enveloping him in her hot mouth. Ryan was a goner. He didn’t give a rat’s ass if Peter walked in. The special kind of magic she worked over him was incredible.
His fingers tangled in her hair, all the while reminding himself to be gentle when all he wanted to do was fuck her pretty mouth. Her eyes met his, and the tingling in his spine warned him of his impending release.
Pulling her to her feet, he smiled when she pouted. “I wasn’t done!”
Ryan guided her to face the wall, her palms flattening against the glass, and slipped into heaven. “Ah,” he hissed.
In a matter of thrusts, their cries of pleasure echoed throughout the bathroom. He hugged her from behind, their hearts hammering as one. Once he could catch his breath, he turned her and captured her mouth in a sweet kiss and poured into it all the love he held inside. He wasn’t sure when to tell her, but until then, he’d show her what she meant to him with each touch and kiss. Baring his heart should terrify him, but he could not drum up the emotion.
