Every Night (Brush of Love 1)

“Why?” he asked.

“Well, we’re bound to fight sometime, right?” I asked. “When we do, I want you to remember how you feel at this moment. Because—”

“Hailey,” he said. “No matter what we fight about, we’ll work it out, okay? Don’t fret about something like that now.”

His hand rose to cup my heated cheek, and I knew in the back of my mind that statement wasn’t true. He’d be infuriated. Irate. He’d cast me out without a second thought, and all because I couldn't be honest with him in the beginning.

All because I told him I wasn’t at that memorial service.

“Hailey? You all right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said. “I’d be more than happy just lying here with you.”

“I know,” I said, grinning. “But there’s something I’d like to do first.”

“What’s that?”

My lips planted onto his neck as my body slowly slid from his lap. My hands planted on his hips, rushing up his thighs as I felt for the button on his pants. I heard him groaning, his hands removing his shirt as his rippling chest came into view. There wasn’t a view of his body that wasn’t exquisite to behold, and I allowed my lips to take their time memorizing every single crevice while I slid off his pants. I could feel his body humming, trembling with anticipation of where my lips were finally heading. The red tint that followed the path of my lips lit a fire of happiness in my chest. One I wouldn’t forget for years to come.

No matter what happened between the two of us.

Bryan scooted himself up onto the bed, his body draped in nothing but his skin as he stood tall and proud for me. I slithered between his legs and kissed up his thighs, feeling his muscles twitch and jump as I nipped at his skin. I felt myself diving into the pool of his body, holding my breath as long as I could as I wrapped my lips around him. He tasted of salt and passion and desire, and I felt his hands searching for mine.

He intertwined our fingers while my lips pulled moans from his throat.

I lavished him with my tongue and felt him press against my body. I reveled in the way his hips rolled into me, taking in each and every motion while his body glistened in the pale lights of his basement. In that very moment, he was nothing but vulnerable. His eyes were closed, and his hands were threaded tightly with mine. I could feel his hips rolling faster and faster, chasing an end I wanted to bring to him, if only because he deserved it.

If only because it was a good man who deserved the pleasure he was currently experiencing.

His back arched and his heels dug into the mattress. I hummed around his body, pressing myself into him as he shook and writhed. Never had I heard the sounds tumble from Bryan’s lips that were currently filling his basement, and I smiled once my name finally dripped from his lips.

“Oh, Hailey. So good. Oh.”

His body settled onto the bed, his chest panting for air. His eyes stayed closed while his hands loosened his grip, and I took the opportunity to clean him off with my lips before I stalked up his body. I committed everything to memory: his sinewy muscles, the way they bulged after he sought his own pleasure. The veins rising to the surface of his beautifully-tanned skin while his blood cascaded through his body at lightning speed. I kissed every single mark I left behind on his skin, grinning as his muscles twitched underneath my surprise pressures.

I slid to his side while my fingertips danced in the crevices of his rippling muscles.

“Fuck,” Bryan said breathlessly.

“Just allow it to wash over you,” I said

mindlessly.

But the moment didn’t last for long because, as soon as he composed himself and his muscles found their strength again, his lips attached themselves readily to my neck.

And I allowed myself to sink to the depths of his body, drowning myself in him while the darkness was held at bay by the walls of his beautiful home.

Chapter 21

Bryan

The way her body simply arched into mine tugged at something deep in my chest. I slowly pulled her wrap from around her shoulders, tossing it to the floor as my fingertips played at the hem of her shirt. Her body was covered, and I wanted to see her. I wanted to take in all of her and drink up the milky skin she had underneath her clothes. I helped her peel her shirt off, her skin already reddening at the anticipation of my touch.

I smiled into her eyes, seeing a look of pure admiration roll over them as I unhooked the front clasp of her bra.

Her body was stunning. A work of art not even I could’ve concocted. I kissed down her breasts while my hands held me above her body. I wanted to praise her and worship her the way I knew she deserved. I wanted my tongue to dive into every crevice she had. I could feel her working her skirt off, trying desperately to press every inch of her skin into mine as my lips nipped and sucked at her beautiful chest.