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Her lips tightened in a thin line, and I knew that I was right. As she turned away from me, I reached out to lightly touch her arm. “Jillian? Just tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking that we should go to bed.”
“Excellent suggestion.” Whirling her around, I pushed her up against the couch and lowered my head to hers. I was prepared for her to push me away or turn her head when I kissed her. I even told myself that I could walk away if she wasn’t ready. What I wasn’t prepared for was the way that she melted against me. The way her mouth eagerly opened to accept me.
It was just supposed to be a persuasive kiss. The kind that got her thinking about how nice it would be to submit, but it was hot and desperate from the very start. A moan caught in her throat, and it drove me wild. I wanted to set it free. To build on it until her screams of pleasure were bouncing off the walls.
“Tell me you want me,” I demanded as I dipped my fingers beneath the line of her dress that scooped along her back. Her whole body shuddered.
Her mouth opened just a little as if she were just as shocked by her reaction. “I do want you,” she whispered.
“Give me tonight, Jillian. Give us tonight.” I wanted to drop on my knees and beg.
After a moment of excruciating silence, she nodded, and I descended. Pulling her dress up, I lifted her easily to perch on the back of the couch. Her legs widened to accommodate me, and I stepped eagerly to press against her. She clawed at my shirt, just as wild as she’d been before, and soon she had the buttons undone and was pressing her hands against the naked skin of my chest. Her touch nearly destroyed me. After all this time, she still had so much power over me.
I wanted to tell her to take things slow. I wanted all night to love her, but I couldn’t slow down. I wanted to devour her, and I knew that even once we’d both found our satisfaction, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d want her again.
Again and again.
With a flick of my wrist, I unhooked the dress from the back of her neck. Tugging the fabric down her chest, I freed her breasts. Growling, I took a step back to admire her. Displayed on the back of the couch, her legs open for me and her body bared to her waist, she looked so sultry and just as vulnerable. Desire tightened in my belly, and I had to fight to keep from freeing my aching cock and sliding into her.
“Brendan?” she asked in a small voice.
“I’m right here, baby.” Always. Gently, I wrapped my hand around her bare throat and pressed my lips to her shoulder. As I pushed her back slowly, I skimmed my kiss down her body, over the slopes of breasts and the tight points of her nipples, until she was arched over the couch, and I could dip my tongue inside her naval.
Her dress was still bunched around her waist, but she was completely bare to me. Pressing my hands on her knees, I anchored her to the couch and briefly touched my lips to her bare sex. She was soaking wet for me, and with just the barest pressure from my tongue, she arched against me. Her guttural moan ripped through me, and I lost all sense of control and devoured her. She writhed and fought against me as I licked my way through her orgasms, giving her no time to rest, until she was begging and sobbing for more.
Cuffing her wrists with one hand, I pulled her up as I freed my cock. “Bed,” she whimpered. “For fuck’s sakes, Brendan, I need you inside me.”
“We’re not going to make it to the bed, sweetheart,” I panted. “But I’m going to give you everything you want and more.”
As she buried her head in my shoulder, I leaned over her and cried out hoarsely as I plunged inside her. The air around us was so heavy that I could barely breathe, but that didn’t slow me down. I had been damned the moment that I laid eyes on her, and nothing had changed that. Relentless, I surged through her. I wanted release. I wanted relief. I wanted the peace that only came with me being inside her body, but more than anything, I wanted to force her to feel the storm inside of me.
We rose together, chanting each other’s names, locked onto each other’s embrace until there was nothing left for us but the plunge into that dangerous and sweet release.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jillian
I didn’t remember making it to the bed. Maybe Brendan had carried me. After giving into him last night, we’d fallen exhausted onto the couch and slept intertwined. There were flashes, twice, maybe three times, where I remembered him waking me up with his lips and fingers until he was buried inside me again.
