“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He rolls over on top of me supporting his weight with his knees planted on each side of me.
“At least let me treat you to breakfast and a shower.” He kisses up my throat to the corner of my mouth rubbing his stubble against my jaw.
“Deal.”
Nothing has really changed between us. There is still so much we need to talk about, but being here with him feels so right.
**
Royce is standing behind me in the shower. I can tell he is trying so hard to restrain himself by being on his best behavior. I agreed to allow him to help me shower only if we stay in our underwear. The heat from the shower isn’t the only thing making it hot in here, the heat radiating off his body is making it hard for me not to turn around and delve my tongue in his mouth. The temptation to run my fingers through his hai
r and let him do all the things he used to is hard to resist.
Royce closes the gap between us and the touch of his flesh to mine sets me ablaze with want. The flame is flickering between my thighs as he kisses the back of my neck so lightly it is barely a whisper. His hands skillfully wash my arms in such a way I am about to crack and let him have me. The water runs over me, each drop is like needles, my skin is so sensitive. My breasts have grown heavy and his muscles are hard —tense. Yet he remains calm and restraining from what he wants.
“How’s your foot,” I nearly jump at his deep husky voice laced with desire. My head is swimming with images of him pressing me against the cool tile of the shower wall, his smell envelopes me in a blanket. The steam is blinding me. I can’t fight the urge to have him any longer. I’m so hungry for his love.
“Royce,” I whisper his name hoarsely. “Please Royce, I want you.”
“What happened to slow?” He wraps his muscular arms around my waist. My head falls back against his chest, his mouth closes over mine. Royce reaches behind him without stopping our kiss to turn the water off. He lets me go only to sweep me off my feet. Carrying me dripping wet to his bed. Looking down at me with a warm smile he says, “You are so beautiful it almost hurts to look at you. To think I ever let you go. I can’t walk away from you again Bran.”
Royce really does love me, doesn’t he? I know now that I want him. What girl could walk away when he puts it into words that tell his intentions and show his true devotion? Slow and sweet, he takes his time showing me just how deeply he loves me. Royce worships my body with his hands and his greedy mouth. His fingers tease at my clit as his tongue circles my nipple.
He slides own the bed, kissing the insides of each thigh, rubbing me with the stubble that has taken over his face. His beard scrapes against my skin creating friction that has me squirming under the weight of his palm splayed across my hip bone. He looks so rugged and hungry right now. His muscles tense under my heated touch. I rake my nails down his back as he teases my pussy with a few short licks.
One finger then a second pushes inside me as his tongue sweeps across my tender flesh.
“Nothing will ever be better than this,” he mumbles spreading my pussy lips apart and capping his mouth over my clit, sucking me between his teeth.
My legs thrash against the bed, I’m so close. I’ve missed this, us.
I need him inside me. Tugging on his hair I pull his head up. “I want to ride you.”
He smiles and wipes his mouth against my thigh.
Now it’s my turn to show my love and devotion. My muscles quake and tremble as my body sinks down onto his length. Roaming hands travel to my hips as they buck and roll, owning him fully.
Royce making love to me was nothing by way of comparison primal like Parker fucking me. Where everything about Parker is cold and hard, Royce is warm and tender. I can’t help but wonder if Parker would or could ever care for me in the way that Royce has and does.
He holds my hips as his back arches up, rising into a sitting position. His mouth meets mine in a fury of passion. My arms cradle around his neck, my breasts smashed against his sweaty chest.
“Fuck, I love you so damned much Brandi,” his whispers against my swollen lips.
The words, “I love you too,” are hanging on the tip of my tongue. I do love him but I feel so guilty about Parker.
I push those feelings aside as he lays me back on the bed blanketing my body with his, never losing our connection. It’s much harder than it sounds.
He pulls out and slams back into me, his cock works my pussy like a well-oiled piston of pleasure.
I can tell by the way he’s pausing and pulling out he’s close to his release. Knowing he’s so close has me on the verge of my own climax.
Royce pushes back in and works his hips from side to side relentlessly. I squeeze him, milking him inside me as we both get off.
He collapses on top of me nuzzling his face in my hair. “I want to begin every day just like this babe.”
“Me too.” I pinch his butt and bites my neck.