But if he was honest, he also wanted to show her. Show her that she held the power between them. Show her how good sex and everything that came with it could be. Teach and guide her, he thought to himself and swallowed hard at the idea he had in his mind.
“What do you want to do right now?” he asked, his mind clear with what they should do, not giving two shits about the fact they should probably go to sleep to get ready for the work week. The surprise that she hadn’t been expecting that was evident on her face.
“What?”
“I’m going to prove there is no way you could be bad at this.” It was going to cost him, but he knew it would be worth it. He was already on edge. These last three weeks of sexy touches and stolen kisses were one thing, but then add in their morning foreplay, and he was on a whole other level. But he needed to do this for her. “What do you want to do right now? With us, like this?”
She licked her lips as her hands skimmed their way up to his arms. His skin broke out into goose bumps. But he held still. He had to for her. He would do anything for her. He was in deep with her.
“Handsome…”
“Show me.” He leaned his face close to hers, their lips a breath apart. “Trust me,” he whispered.
VALERIE
Trust me.
I did.
If I didn’t, I wouldn’t keep finding myself in his arms, or on his lap for that matter.
“I want to rub myself all over you.” I couldn’t believe I said that out loud. It was true, but oh-my-god embarrassing. This was such a bad idea.
“How?” His eyes shut when I pressed myself right on his thick, hard ridge. “Show me, baby. Show me how you want to rub your sexy little body over me.”
“Show you?” I asked nervously.
“How?” he asked, his voice like gravel. I bit my lip.
I rocked my hips back and forth. The feeling made me needier than I had already been. The front of my panties were soaked and warm against his gym-short-covered hardness. His hands pulled me closer, my breasts pressing tightly to his front, and I moaned. My nipples ached for more friction. My hips were still swiveling, back and forth, my breasts heavy. The air between us was warm and heady. I lost myself in the sensations he brought out in me.
“That’s it, baby,” Bryan encouraged. I opened my eyes to look at him and licked my lips. “Fuck, Val…” he whispered, heat and desire shining back at me.
“Can I…”
“Anything,” he gritted, and I shivered at the possibilities.
When I tugged at his shirt, he helped pull his off, then I looked at him appreciatively. God, he is sexy. Without a second thought, I pulled my own top over my head, needing to feel skin against skin. My hands pinched and rubbed my nipples. Everything felt spectacular, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed more. I needed him to touch me like he had this morning. “Touch me,” I begged, and he growled. “Please… Bryan…” His hands on my bikini top pulled my breasts out. His thumb skimmed my needy peaks, teasing me as my head fell back slightly. The sensation of his hands on me made my eyes glassy.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped, and while I looked at him I thought about what he told me. To do whatever I wanted.
So I did.
Crushing my lips to his, I kissed him. It was the hungriest and hottest and wettest kiss of my life to date, and that was saying something, since it felt like every kiss we shared was better than the last. Our tongues dueled, teeth biting and scraping. We were at the point of no return, and I was okay with that. I wanted this. I wanted him.
His free hand tangled into my hair. He pulled my hair back, making my scalp sting slightly, but it only made my sex clench tighter. His eyes on me, my hips were grinding hard back and forth. An orgasm building so high, I wasn’t sure I could fall over the cliff of bliss.
“Get there,” he bit out, and I tried but needed more.
“I… I … don’t know if…” I panted. “I’m so close.”
“Tell me…. tell me, baby…”
“Bryan, please…”
“Tell me,” he pushed again, swiveling his own hips. He was so fucking great, driving me closer, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. The ache was too much.
I needed him.
“I want you.“ I couldn’t help myself. I more than wanted him. I need him. It should have terrified me how much I needed him, but it didn’t.
I wasn’t able to think about that any longer, because a second later, I was on my back, the couch beneath me. He tugged my shorts down along with my panties, and arranged my legs over his shoulders immediately.
I only had a moment to inhale before his wide, raspy tongue lapped my clit and I lost control of my body.
As I writhed and squirmed, the back of my head dug into the couch cushions, my back arched on its own accord, my body franticly searching and needing to be closer to his fantastic mouth. I was in a thick sexual haze, completely unashamed and uninhibited.
Looking away, my eyes landed on the reflection of the two of us on the television in front of us. God, we are hot! Both of us were naked now. Bryan had taken off his shorts and boxer briefs without me noticing, and we looked beautiful. My hands pinched my nipples. Moans and whimpers cried into the air. His efforts doubled, taking my sounds for praise, which he most definitely deserved.
I’d read about sex and foreplay being like this but had never really believed it. I’d never imagined anything feeling this great.
His lips left my swollen nub as he started to kiss my inner thighs. The scruff on his face only heightened every sensation. He peppered kisses all over my body before moving his over mine, our hands now tangled above my head, his hard, wide tip at my entrance.
“I was about to come,” I whined. His eyes sparkled with lust and humor.
“I know.” His sexy smirk made me want to lick him all over. But before I could try to return the favor, he kissed me. Tasting myself on his lips only added to my desire. “I want to be inside of you when you come,” he shared, his deep voice vibrating against the skin at my jaw. “You taste better than I imagined.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled. His kisses turned demanding on my skin, leaving me to imagine the marks he’d leave behind.
“I have a great imagination when it comes to you.”
“Really?”
“Mmm…” he rumbled, his mouth moving slowly toward my collarbone. “The reality of you, Blondie, surpasses anything my complex mind could have come up with.”
My nipple slipped into his mouth, and I braced for him to suck and bite roughly, but instead, it was a teasing suckle. His hands left mine above my head. I didn’t move. I kept them there, enjoying being under his control. His hands roamed and skimmed everywhere over my torso as if he was studying and memorizing my body, until he left me like a molten puddle of greedy lust. And by the hard thickness pressed against my thigh, he liked it.
“Val.”
“Hmmm?” My nipple popped out of his mouth.
“You taste so damn good. Every inch of you. Tell me again.”
“I want you.” I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I didn’t need to. Not with him.
I trusted him.
A scary realization to come to lying stark naked under someone. But I wasn’t going to dwell on it.
One of his large hands cupped the back of my head, and my hands moved into his dark hair. “I want you, too,” he told me, and my heart felt full. His free hand skimmed the side of my body, and I glanced down just in time to watch as he gripped himself. His big hand on his large manhood was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
“I want to watch you play one day,” I accidently said out loud. He kissed me lightly, making me strain to meet his mushroom tip now at my dewy entrance.
“Only if I can watch you.” The strained tone in his voice while he looked at me made me smile.
“Deal. But how about we focus on right now?” His eyes darkened, that grey-blue color of his eyes now my favorite color in the world, and that’s when it
happened.
He took me in one long, delicious thrust.
“Yes,” I hissed as he filled me so full with him, both of us connected so closely, I wasn’t sure where I began and he ended. It all felt so damn good my toes curled, the heels of my feet digging into his ass.
“Fuck,” he growled, “So fucking tight. Wet. Fuck, baby… Val.” His body tensed as he held himself still over me on a masculine growl. I needed him to move. I needed more.
“Fuck me, Bryan.”
“Babe…”
“More,” I begged. I wanted so much more. I needed it. I clenched my sex, not missing how his eyes squeezed shut tightly.
“Val,” he warned. “I don’t want hurt you.” He grit his teeth, only making me fall deeper into whatever I felt for him. How long has it been since anyone cared about hurting me?
“You won’t.”
“Val, you’re too ti—“
“Please…” I begged and saw it in his eyes. The moment he could no longer hold back and gave me what I needed. What I was sure we both needed.
His hips started to move. His long thickness was so damn perfect. But when it came to him, I wasn’t sure Detective Wright had many, or any, faults. He slid in and out of me. Filling that hollow ache. Stretching me, sating the hunger and need as he bucked in and out of my body.
Our eyes didn’t move from one another, only the sound of our heavy breathing surrounding us, the level of intimacy heightening. Making it one of the top five memories I would ever have. One I knew I’d think back to on my death bed.
Hushed whispers fell between us, growing into incoherent sounds, which melted into moans and groans. Grunts that picked up volume as he picked up speed, my own body meeting his, meeting his every thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer. We were chest to chest, my leg hiked higher on his side, when he hit that illusive spot inside of me, and I could feel my body start to coil up. Tighter. Twisting and tangling inside of me.
“Bryan,” I breathed out, so close, but I didn’t want to let go, not without him.
“Let go,” he bit out.
“Not. Without. You.”
“Let. Go,” he demanded, and like anytime he talked to me in that tone, I did as he said.
My body shattered beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure throwing me into a tide of sensuality I didn’t know was possible. All the romance novels I read couldn’t have warned me about it. My eyes shut tightly as I held on to the feeling of bliss washing over me. His head fell to the crook of my neck as he grunted out my name and I held on to him tighter.
Warmth unlike any I had ever felt filled me up, and instinctively, my legs tightened around his waist, not ready to let him go. Because the moment he did, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
I wouldn’t ever be the same.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VALERIE
Before I woke up fully, somewhere between sleep and consciousness, I knew exactly where I was and how I got there. And I liked it.
I liked it a hell of a lot.
After our time on the couch, he carried me to his bed, where we went another round, but this time was slower and if somehow possible more sensual and intimate. It went on for a long time, and at the end, I was exhausted and lying on my belly, his body draped over mine like a blanket.
My eyes fluttered open, happily staring at the muscular wall of his chest with my cheek was resting on his shoulder. With a deep breath, taking in the scent of his skin and the light cologne that hung in the air in his room, my hands roamed over the sculpted hardness, letting myself enjoy the feel of the light spattering of dark chest hair. A deep groan broke my attention to look up at beautiful blue-grey pools that were slowly blinking back at me.
“Morning.” One word, and I felt that raspy tone at the center of my body. And even if that part of me was slightly sore, warmth spread.
“Good morning,” I happily sighed, and without worrying about morning breath or what a mess I looked like, I lifted my body, our lips meeting to find the sweetest, most tender good-morning kiss ever.
“I like this,” he mumbled. I knew exactly what he meant.
He liked waking up together.
“I like this, too,” I agreed.
He opened his mouth, but an alarm clock on his nightstand went off. He groaned, reaching to turn it off. I probably should have rolled off him, but I burrowed my face into his neck.
“Fuck. I don’t want to leave,” he muttered.
“I don’t either.”
“We should hide away in bed together.” His suggestion made me smile.
“For a month,” I added, licking the skin in front of me.
“A month, huh?” he asked, amusement in his voice. I lifted my head to look at him.
“At least.”
“I like that.” He grinned, his eyes warm, and I couldn’t help but sigh.
“If only, right?” I rolled off him, sitting up and pulling the sheet to cover myself.
“What time do you go in?”
“Today? Nine. You?”
“Eight.”
“Oh.” I glanced at his digital clock. It was five to seven, and I knew he was going to have to hurry to leave.
“I’ll get out of your—” He pulled me back down into bed, his upper body half on mine.
“Shower with me.”
“If I shower with you, you’ll be late.”
“It will be worth being late,” he challenged, and I nodded.
We stayed in the shower till the hot water turned cold.
I was ten minutes late to work.
Thankfully, we both made it worth it.
***
“Hey, Duncan, a cop is looking for you.“ Kelly, a fellow nurse, let me know. I nodded and walked over to the triage desk, wondering what the chances would be that Bryan had come all the way out here.
“Valerie?” a feminine voice called, and I turned, placing my clipboard down.
“Tania?”
“Hi.” I frowned, wondering why she looked nervous.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” She smiled, looking slightly guilty. “Can we talk?” she asked, and I nodded, letting Kelly know that I was going to take a break.
Walking to an empty waiting room, we sat down. I could only wonder what the hell was going on.
“You okay?” I asked again, and she gave me a shy smile.
“Yeah. Listen, umm … I think I need to apologize.” That wasn’t what I had expected at all, piquing my curiosity.
“For?”
“For giving Bryan that information about you,” she blurted, wringing her hands together and then exhaling. “I hated doing that.”
“Okay.” That was how he’d found out. She had been the one to look into me.
“I like you. I think the two of you would be great together—“
“Whoa, wait a—”
“I tried to see how it went. I told him not to overthink stuff and just talk to you, because everyone has a past. Before I was a cop, I had all sorts of weird jobs.”
“Tania—”
“I liked you, and he wanted information on Vaughn and Victor, and I thought, what would it hurt if I looked into you?”
“Tania—“
“I didn’t expect to find anything. Honestly, I really shouldn’t have even looked. But when all that came out about Vaughn, Bryan’s a buddy…”
“Tania.”
“What?”
“It’s okay.” I smiled gently, and her eyes met mine.
“You two?”
“We’re, umm.” I could feel my cheeks start to burn up thinking about the night before and how I ached in all the right places today. “We’re good.”
“Good.” Her relief was obvious as she ran her fingers through her thick, dark hair. “He’s been working on a case, and I just wanted to make sure you didn’t, you know, hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.” I smiled. “I wasn’t hiding anything. Not really, anyhow. I’ve never hid my past. I
just hadn’t shared it with him, yet. It’s just not something you blurt out after you say ‘Hi, I’m Valerie,’ if that makes sense?”
“No, totally, and I told him that everyone does things for whatever reason.”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and watched the worry wash over her face.
“I don’t have a ton of friends,” she blurted, and I smiled trying not to laugh at how awkward she was.
“Me either,” I confided.
“Especially not girlfriends. I have two sisters, but we aren’t close.”
“Hey, at least you have those. I don’t have any siblings.”
“Consider yourself blessed,” she muttered, and I giggled. Her face softened. “This is going to sound weird, but I think we could be friends.”
“Me too.” I meant it. She was obviously a strong woman, working in the field she did.
“So, what do girlfriends do?”
“Hang out. Go eat. Get drinks?” I suggested.
“That sounds good, especially if it’s not a sports bar. The guys at work go to nothing but hole in the wall places.”
“I think we can do that. Maybe go to a wine bar or something.”
“What about pedicures?”
“I like that. Especially after a long work week.”
“Definitely.”
“Okay. Sounds good. I’ll call you and set something up?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Awesome,” she said, beaming. “Well, I should probably go. We’re good?”
“Yeah,” I told her.
Walking side by side, we made small talk before we hugged good-bye and I watched her leave.
Somehow, the number of people in my life had grown quite a bit since meeting Bryan.
For someone who liked her space, I couldn’t find it in me to mind. I liked the idea of all the new people in my life.
I could only hope they would stick.
BRYAN
He breathed in deeply and kissed the top of her head as his hand wrapped around her, bringing in her body close.
“Hey,” he murmured and felt her take a deep breath, melting into his hold.
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