“That’s the way, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Let go,” Brad coaxed tenderly. He slid his free hand up her inner thigh, parting her legs wider. His breath scampered across her damp flesh. She braced for the heady assault she knew would come. Her grip tightened on the blanket. Her womb clamped down like a vise.

When that glorious mouth settled into place, ecstasy tore through her body, and Cassie cried out his name.

Chapter Fourteen

Still reeling from the easy way Cassie went off like a rocket, Brad grabbed at his faltering control and eased to his knees. The softness of her face tugged at his heart. He wanted nothing more than to spread her wide and drive hard into her until she screamed his name again, but tonight had to be for her. Even if it was as much for him.

He scooped her into his arms and rose to his feet.

She struggled to free her legs. “What are you—”

“Shh.” With a little bounce he repositioned her so her head rested against his shoulder. “Trust me.”

The fight went out of her, and she snuggled into his embrace. Her fingertips rested above his heart, and the gentle way she traced her nails over his pecs made him smile. So precious—she was a rare, and valuable gem.

Brad carried her up the stairs, down the opposite hall, and into the guest room, where the logs from the fire crackled low in the stone hearth. A nudge from his heel shut the door, and he laid her carefully on the bed.

She stretched like a cat, arms above her head, back arching. But the graceful movements only accented the weighty fullness to her breasts, and he found himself fighting down desire once again. It simply blew his mind how she pushed him to the edge of his limits with so little effort.

“This is nice.” She rolled onto her side horizontally across the bed, and smoothed a hand over the thick comforter. “So much nicer than being in this bed alone.”

If he had his way, she wouldn’t be spending time in this bed alone ever again.

The thought registered as he rounded the footboard. Where had that come from? He was leaving at the end of the week. Whether she slept in here again, whether she took another lover in this room, didn’t matter. It had to be that way, unless he wanted to sacrifice all the years he’d put into the firm.

What mattered was here and now. He might not be able to control what she did when he left, but damn it, tonight belonged to him. He moved to the foot of the bed with more purpose. When she looked up at him, the innocent trust reflecting in her eyes stole his breath. His chest crimped painfully.

“On your belly,” he instructed, all too aware of the gravel that had taken up residence in his throat.

Without the slightest hesitation, she rolled onto her stomach. He took a moment to drink in the way the flickering light that danced across the perfect curves of her bottom. The way shadows accented the curve of her narrow waist and the slope of her hips. Hips that were meant for his hands to grip as he sank deep inside her heavenly warmth.

“Knees, now, Cassie. Lift up.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a touch of confusion wrinkling her brow, but she did as instructed and lifted to all fours. Brad nearly groaned aloud as she presented her pretty rear end. Dewy moisture gathered on her inner thighs, bringing the way she’d shattered against his mouth to the forefront of his mind, and his balls pulled in tight. Pleasure thrummed through his veins.

His voice hardened by another degree. “Good girl. But next time, like this.” Locking his fingers around her ankles, he tugged her down the mattress until her toes dipped off the edge. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her hips up, maneuvered them backward. When she went to brace herself on her hands, he gave one curvy cheek a sharp tap with a solitary finger. “No. I didn’t say rise up. Keep your chest on the bed. I want to see you like this.”

She sank into position, and he molded his hands around her hips. Like this, she aligned with him perfectly. All he had to do was lift a bit on his toes, and he could glide into her body and take her as hard, or as gently, as he desired. He splayed his fingers across her bottom, massaging the muscle there, watching the way her nails slowly curved into the comforter. When she pushed back against the pressure of his hands, he took them away, bent over her, and pressed a kiss to the base of her spine. “Cassie. I told you not to think. Do it again, and I’ll walk away.”




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