You Are My Love: Breathless Book 2

by Samantha Wolfe

  "If you play your cards right, you might hear them again later tonight," he said in a low seductive tone that made my core clench with desire. He leaned in close to my ear. "Multiple times," he whispered wickedly. I slid my hands up into his hair, tangling my fingers into his short soft curls.

  "You know," I whispered conspiratorially. "We can have sex in every room of the house if we want to."

  "We want. We want," he murmured as he lifted his head and brought his lips close to mine. His eyes were dark pools of need as he pulled my hips against his pelvis. I could feel him hardening underneath me.

  "There's just one thing I want first." My smile twisted wryly.

  "Oh, yeah?" he asked as his lips brushed mine. "What's that?"

  "Dinner," I whispered against his lips.

  "Good," he replied with a wry smile of his own. "That's what I had planned too."

  I growled and glared at him for a moment. "Damn you. I was going to use your delayed gratification crap against you."

  "Better luck next time, sweetheart." His eyes danced with amusement. "And you know it's not crap, but if you need more convincing, I'm more than happy to show you again."

  "Oh, yeah?" I glared at him some more. "What if I show you?"

  "Do you really think you can out wait me?" He looked dubious as he leaned back.

  "Yes," I said with a nod as I crossed my arms. "I do."

  "Consider your challenge accepted," he said in a calm relaxed voice.

  "Wait, what?"

  "Whoever can make it through dinner without giving in, wins."

  "What do I win?" I asked confidently.

  "When I win, you have to be my willing sex slave for the entire weekend." His grin was devastatingly hot and sexy as hell.

  "How's that different from every other weekend?" I grumbled at him.

  "If you win, then you get to call the shots all weekend long."

  "You'd do that?" I asked incredulously. He'd never really let me be in charge for sex before, and I was suddenly very intrigued by this bet.

  "If you manage to win, then yes." He sounded cocky, and I wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face.

  "What are the ground rules for this bet?"

  "No touching below the waist, and we have to keep our clothes on."

  There went my idea of eating naked at the dinner table, but I couldn't back down now. "It's a bet." I held my hand out, and we shook on it.

  "The bet starts when we go to the kitchen."

  I nodded then leaned in close to David's ear. "You're going down, Mazur," I whispered threateningly.

  "Bring it on, Spencer," he growled in reply, his eyes dark and almost frighteningly intense.

  Oh shit. Suddenly, I wasn't feeling that confident about my chances of winning anymore, but this was a bet that I wouldn't really lose either way.

  "Up," he said as he smacked my ass. "Let's go start dinner."

  I crawled off of his lap, and he stood up then moved into my personal space. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward until our bodies touched. He smelled heavenly and I pressed my face into his neck to breathe him in. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as he let out a long relieved sigh.

  "You seem different today, my love," I said gently.

  "I feel different." His voice was soft and bemused.

  I lifted my head to meet his calm eyes. "What happened today?"

  "It started when Paige's fiance visited me at work this morning."

  "What?" I asked in surprise.

  "Yeah." He nodded. "She didn't bother to tell me that he was a criminal lawyer. He saw the security footage from when she tried to talk to me at work. He came to the psych unit looking for me."

  "Oh my God," I blurted out in shock. "Are we in trouble with the police? My dad is a lawyer too, and that asshole won't get away with fucking with us."

  "Easy, Natalie," he reassured me. "Nothing like that has happened as far as I know. Fortunately, he didn't have any idea that Paige and I had dated at all. That's why I got her on the first flight to her mother. She's someone else's problem now."

  "Thank God," I breathed out with relief.

  "I talked to her about what happened between us," he announced in a subdued tone. "I told her how I felt and how it affected me."

  "Yeah?"

  He nodded. "You were right, sweetheart. It was the best thing I ever did for myself. I'm ready to move on and get past it. I want to focus on us and our future."

  I felt a delightful flutter of excitement in my heart at his words. He was all mine now, every part of him. I could feel it. "I'm so proud of you, and I love you so much," I whispered as I nuzzled his neck again.

  "I love you too, my Natalie." He hugged me tighter, until I almost couldn't breathe. "Ty moe povitrya."

  "You're my air too, my love."

  We held each other for several long moments before we finally stepped apart.

  "Come on, sweetheart," he said with an evil grin as he grabbed my hand and led me toward the kitchen. "I have a bet to win."

  "You're awfully cocky," I grumbled. "I hope you lose."

  "Sweetheart, we both know that no matter who wins, that nobody is really going to lose tonight." His grin was huge and infectious.

  "We'll see if you still feel that way when I'm gloating, and you're a big fat loser."

  "Who's cocky now?" he asked with a smirk.

  "Confidence is not the same as cockiness." I said haughtily.

  He turned and shot a glare at me. "You are so going down."

  "Bring it," I said in a low growl as I glared right back at him. Oh yeah, tonight was going to be amazing, not matter who won this bet.

  *********

  It was a complete and utter slaughter. I never stood a chance. David was patient and cunning, seemingly immune to every flirtation I threw at him, then countering with subtle glances and innuendo that made my body burn and ache for him. I was so hot and bothered by the end of our meal that I couldn't have told anyone later what the food even tasted like. It was a sweet and god-awful torture that left me a quivering mess of hormones and soaked panties.

  I tried one last time to get to him as I finished my meal. I stared at him across the table with smoldering eyes and slowly lifted my hand to my face. I sucked my index finger into my mouth like it was his cock, licking and sucking on it seductively as I thrust it in and out of my mouth. David's eyes were riveted to my lips, his eyes black with arousal as he shifted almost imperceptibly in his chair. For one glorious second, I actually thought I might win.

  "When I win, I could make you fuck yourself with that finger, sweetheart," he said in a deep sexy tone that made me pause, and my eyes widen. "Then lick your juices off of it before I fuck you with my big cock that you love so much. Would my bad girl like that?" Well, fuck. I was a goner. I might as well admit defeat now so we could get to the good stuff.

  David stood and gave me a devastatingly sexy smile as he gathered up our dirty dishes, then carried them to the kitchen wordlessly. I stared helplessly at his perfect ass as he walked out. If I had a white flag, I'd be waving it right now. I didn't have anywhere near the patience nor the desire to wait any longer.

  I was already out of my chair and halfway across the room when he walked back in. I launched myself at him like a heat-seeking missile, with only one thing on my mind, getting my naked body against his as soon as possible. I leapt into his arms, and he caught me with a smug grin on his face that I erased by plastering my lips to his. He growled deeply into my mouth as he grabbed my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist. We fed on each other like mindless beasts, our tongues lashing and tangling together in a frenzy of desire. I dug my fingers into his hair, twisting and pulling on it until he let out a deep groan that vibrated through his body and into mine. David wrested his lips away, making me whimper from the loss of contact.

  "Did I tell you about your consolation prize?" he panted out with a wicked twist of his lips.

  I shook my head frantically, unable to form actua
l words past the deep need blazing through my body.

  "You can come all you want tonight, sweetheart, no permission needed." His voice was a deep sensual growl that made my core clench and my panties even wetter. A low moan escaped my lips, and I ground my pelvis against him desperately. Part of me expected him to throw me down on the nearest available flat surface and take me right that second. However, he surprised me by carrying me to his bedroom instead as I pressed my face into his neck, kissing and biting his warm skin. He stopped next to his bed, set me on the floor, and began pulling my clothes off.

  "David..." I pleaded, not even knowing exactly what I was begging for. He paused and met my gaze with a blazing fire burning in his perfect blue eyes.

  "I'm going to worship every inch of your gorgeous body," he growled at me. "I'm going to make you come over and over again, until you're begging me to stop. Then do it again and fuck you while you're still screaming."

  "Please," I moaned as he resumed removing my clothing with swift desperate movements until he had me naked in front of him.

  "Get on the bed," he commanded in a harsh desire-laden voice.

  I obeyed instantly, throwing myself onto the bed and laying on my back. I looked up at David and watched mesmerized as he removed his clothing. He was glorious. I'd never get tired of admiring his gorgeous body, from his defined arms to his pecs to those washboard abs that begged to be licked. He pushed his sweats and boxer briefs down, and I finally got to admire my favorite part of his anatomy. His huge cock sprang free, so hard and so beautiful. A needy whine unintentionally slipped out of my mouth as I practically drooled over the sight of him.

  "My eyes are up here," he said, and I looked up to see him smiling down at me in amusement.

  He was so playful and carefree tonight. Closure suited him. I smiled back, feeling happy and relieved that he had finally found a way to put his painful past behind him and start moving forward. I loved him even more for it.

  "What's that look for?" His mouth twisted into a bemused smile as he gazed down at me with suddenly soft eyes.

  "I've been so worried about you," I answered in a quavering emotional voice. "It's good to see you so happy and content, my love."

  "I am, sweetheart." He blinked slowly, his eyes glittering with emotion. "You have no idea how much right now, and I love you so much." He crawled onto the bed until he hovered over me, his erection brushing against my thigh and making me gasp. "Let me show you."

  He kissed me deeply and possessively as he pressed the length of his body against mine. He felt so warm and solid and safe. He made good on his earlier promise, his lips and hands moving all over my body, worshiping me like I was his goddess, and he was my supplicant. It made me feel powerful and beautiful and loved. No man had ever made me feel this way before David.

  I was a trembling needy mess by the time his mouth met my aching sex, and his magical tongue finally found my clit. He licked and sucked on it until my body surrendered and flew apart, my back arching off the bed in ecstasy. He slid two fingers into my body, curling and scissoring them as his tongue continued working on my sensitive bud, until I came again with a shuddering moan.

  He lifted his head from my pussy to stare at me with cobalt eyes and a feral grin. "Now I fuck what's mine." He came up off the bed in a rush, then grabbed my ankles and yanked me toward the side of the bed. My ass ended up almost hanging off the mattress as David lifted my legs up in the air. He pushed my knees up to my chest and wrapped my ankles around his neck as he rubbed the head of his cock through my wet folds. When he slowly began pressing into me, it was so tight and felt so good, too good. The almost painful pleasure rose and rose, until he hit the end of me, and it crescendoed into a blinding explosion of bliss as I came.

  He stilled until I settled, then began moving in and out of me with purposeful thrusts. Another orgasm began building up. I gripped tightly to his biceps, needing something sold to anchor myself. He watched me avidly, his eyes deep dark pools of desire and need. I wrapped my feet around the back of his head, the short soft curls of his hair rubbing delightfully against the sensitive skin on the tops of my feet.

  His hips moved faster, and the next thrust sent me flying again, the pure pleasure coursing through me violently. I let out a long endless wail as my release went on and on, the head of David's cock bumping against the end of me repeatedly, stretching out my orgasm until the pleasure was almost too much to bear. I held on to David's arms for dear life.

  "Please, please, please..." I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to keep going as my hips and thighs started to ache in protest.

  He abruptly pulled out of me, and I moaned in relief from a reprieve that was short-lived as David man-handled me over onto my stomach. The ease with which he put me where he wanted me was such a turn on, and I loved it. He grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up until I was on my knees and forearms. He pushed me further onto the bed, following me until he was on his knees behind me. Without warning, he thrust back into me with a snap of his hips, and I was wailing and screaming as I came yet again.

  "That's it," he panted out in a hoarse raspy voice. "Come for me again, sweetheart."

  My body obeyed, this release bigger than the last, filling me up and ripping out of me in a long wailing cry that never seemed to end.

  "Good girl," he growled out. "Don't stop. Keep coming." He quickened his pace, and my voice rose an octave as my orgasm continued blasting through me. I felt my arms and shoulders shaking as I started struggling to hold myself up. My legs were turning into limp noodles, and David finally had to hold me up as he pounded into me, grunting and groaning with effort.

  "Please...I can't...I can't..." I pleaded between orgasms, my body nearing the end of its endurance.

  Ever the considerate lover, David pulled out of me again and flipped me over onto my back in one swift motion. He covered my body with his and slipped back into me fluidly, making me gasp in delight. He resumed the punishing pace, and I wondered how he was still going without any hint that he was struggling. He was an animal tonight, taking his pleasure from mine, giving me everything and holding nothing back.

  His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he cradled me against him. The soft scruff of his short beard rubbed against my cheek in the most delightful way, his warm breath panting in my ear as he began whispering sweet words to me.

  "You're so beautiful, so perfect," he told me. "I love you, my Natalie. Ty moe povitrya."

  His heartfelt words sent me flying again, this time so high that I lost track of time and space. I gripped the sheets in my fists as I cried out louder and longer than I ever had before, and I couldn't comprehend anything else he said after that.

  I felt his body stiffen and begin to shudder above me. Incoherent groans of pleasure vibrated through his chest and into my body as he succumbed to his own release. His thrusts slowed and deepened, and I could feel his cock thicken and begin to jerk inside me as warm cum burst out of him. The sensation made me come again, and both of us trembled and cried out with pleasure from the sheer overwhelming magnitude of it.

  When the pleasure finally ebbed, I came back to awareness in a tangle of limbs with David as he held me close. Our sweat slick bodies were pressed together as he buried his face into my neck, his softening cock still inside me.

  "I want to stay like this," he whispered. "I want to be a part of you, be connected to you, forever."

  "You are, my love," I somehow managed to whimper out. "You are."

  My words made him shudder all over as his arms tightened around me.

  "My Natalie." He nuzzled into my neck.

  "And my David," I answered with certainty. "Always."

  *********

  I woke to sweet kisses on my face and David's soft facial hair tickling across my skin. I giggled as I opened my eyes to see his flawless face gazing down at me with deep affection.

  "Good morning, my Natalie," he rumbled in a gravelly voice. "How do you feel about going for a run with me this
morning?"

  I noticed that he was already dressed in his running clothes.

  "How long have you been up?" I asked sleepily.

  "A few hours," he answered as he rubbed his knuckles on my cheek. "I let you sleep since I did my damnedest to wear you out last night." A slow smug smile spread across his luscious lips.

  "I'm going to pass on the run," I told him. My hips and thighs ached from the contortions that he had twisted me into last night. I felt a little nauseous too, but I probably just needed to eat something.

  "Okay," he answered with a little disappointment in his tone. He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine, the slight contact sending a zing of electricity down to my clit. Sometimes the effect this man had on me was astonishing. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

  "I love you," I murmured as I writhed with need under the blankets. His eyes darkened with sudden desire.

  "Stop that, you siren," he told me with a wry twist of his lips, "or I'll never get my run in."

  "You can exercise doing something else," I suggested with a wicked smile.

  "No wonder you lost that bet." His eyes danced with amusement.

  "You drive me crazy," I whimpered pathetically as I lowered the blankets to show him my breasts and my hard nipples. "See? I didn't stand a chance."

  His eyes zoomed in on my breasts for a moment before he covered me back up again with an indulgent expression. "You are diabolical." He kissed me again. "See you in a bit."

  I stuck out my lower lip and pouted, but all it got me was a smirk as he stood up.

  "I love you too," he whispered and walked out of the room.

  I let myself drift in and out of sleep for a few minutes before the nausea started to get worse. I reluctantly got up, deciding I needed to eat something to settle my stomach and tide me over until Jensen and Sydney came over for brunch later.

  I wandered out to the kitchen and made myself some toast. My stomach felt much better after that, and aside from my sore muscles, I was feeling fantastic when I got in the shower to clean up. I emerged from the bedroom a short while later refreshed and ready to face the day.