“A long time.”
“How long, Vee?” His eyes bore into hers, determination burning in their depths.
“A few years.” She’d slept with two men. Him and a guy she’d met at university. Both had been a one night thing. Both ten years ago.
“Then we’re not rushing this.” He took the box from her hand and dropped it on the bed. “Anticipation is half the fun, after all.”
“Brent, I’ve been anticipating this moment for almost ten years. The fun went out of it a while ago.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied.”
If his grin hadn’t hinted at the fact she was in trouble then his next move did.
He did as he’d promised earlier and explored every inch of her.
Starting at her neck, he worked his way down to her toes and back. Skirting around her breasts and between her legs, he touched and tasted each millimeter of skin with concentrated focus until she was breathlessly begging for him to finish.
“Please.” She writhed under his attention. “Brent.”
He chuckled against her hip, then did as she asked. His tongue moved over her. Lapping at her flesh, he drove her to the peak and over in seconds. But he gave no respite.
No sooner had she come down than he was pushing her back up again. This time he used his fingers as well. Thrusting a finger inside her core while flicking his tongue over her engorged clitoris, he quickly brought her back to the brink of release only to keep her there, hovering on the sharp ridge of pleasure for long moments before pulling away completely.
“No!” She reached out only to find him gone.
Opening her eyes she found him next to her struggling to open the box of condoms. With a growl, he gave up trying to rip open the plastic wrapper with his hands and used his teeth.
Tearing into it, he crushed the carton between his fingers before the box finally burst apart, showering them and the bed in foil packets.
Laughing, she scooped one up and tore it open.
He snatched the condom from her and sheathed his length with shaking hands. Covered, he turned his attention back to her. Moved over her and she willingly laid back.
As he pressed his body to hers, she widened her legs, her hips cradling his, the hot shaft of his erection nestled in her sex. His hands found hers and he wove their fingers together.
Gazes connected, he rocked his hips and brought the tip of her cock to her opening.
“Don’t look away. I want to watch you when I make you mine again.”
His head lowered, his mouth drawing closer to hers. He kissed her lightly, a brush of lips that barely earned the word ‘kiss’.
In slow increments he entered her, each push a welcome stretch as long unused muscles fought to accept him. She lifted against him, forced him a little deeper, but he wouldn’t let her take control.
He set the pace. A slow push in, a gentle pull out. Each drive forward took him deeper, took her higher into burning need.
They moved together, a dance they’d done before. One they would do again. He kept his gaze on hers and she couldn’t ignore the overwhelming blaze of love shining in his eyes.
She knew her eyes would reveal the same. There was no way to shield her emotions.
Not when she’d spent years dreaming of this moment.
ChapterThirteen
Brent went slow as long as he could, but he couldn’t hold off his need for release forever. Vee moved with him, followed his lead, pushed him further. His fingers tightened on hers, his hips rocking a little faster.
He couldn’t look away from her eyes. They were like mirrors to her heart now that she’d allowed him close. Her eyelids drooped, but she did as he asked and focused her gaze on his. She tilted her hips and took him deeper.
Wet heat surrounded him, the snug clasp of her sex tightening his balls and pushing him to the brink. He flexed his hips and lunged, drove into her again and again.
