He interlocked our fingers, and I felt how heated his body had become. How much he enjoyed the attention I was showing his body as he pressed his back into my front door. I bobbed my head up and down, willing him to tremble at my mercy as his breaths continued to come in short pants. This man, this knight who had saved my gallery and brought more joy into my life than I could’ve ever imagined, was groaning and whimpering at the touch of my lips while his hands gripped tightly onto mine.
But I couldn’t stay there for much longer. I had to feel him. I had to experience him.
I had to connect myself with him.
Pulling my lips from his body, I straddled his lap while he caught his breath. His lips pressed into my chest, covering me with weak kisses as his hands slowly migrated to my hips. He ran his hands up and down my sides, making me shiver as I hovered over his body. His face was flushed with lust and want, but the moment he opened his eyes to find mine, I could see nothing but love in them.
His dark, brooding eyes had come alive as I sank down onto him, and he pressed against every part of me as I quivered in his lap.
Together, we rolled and we bucked. His lips wrapped around my pert nipples while my hands raked through his hair. He gripped hard onto my hips, so hard I knew he’d leave bruises behind. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care where or how he marked me. All I wanted was to feel him knock against me. Feel him rolling and thrusting and gyrating. His arms wrapped around me, pulling my chest close to his as my face buried in the crook of his neck.
His hips slammed up into me time and time again as my body shook at his assault.
“Hailey. Hailey. Yes, just l
ike this.”
I pressed my hands into the door behind him as his face delved into my chest. I could feel him pressing warm, sensuous kisses to them as I rolled down into his movements. My body was on fire even though I felt like I was freezing, and I felt my body closing around his as I whimpered into his skin.
His lips fled to catch mine, our sloppy kisses desperate to cover one another as my sounds grew more and more anxious.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. My entire body shook and jolted with every single thrust he delivered. With a sudden roll, I was on my back, the cool floor shooting glorious pains through my system as my leg was crooked over Bryan’s shoulder. His lips stayed connected with mine as my body opened up for him, and the spot he kept rubbing against within my body sent my back arching and my throat groaning.
“There it is,” he said, panting. “Right there.”
“Oh, my gosh. Bryan. What? What are you?”
Harder and harder he pumped, coating himself in me as his fingertips trickled down my stomach. I could feel him parting my dripping lips, looking for that one beautiful little spot he knew would drive me wild. His eyes watched me intently as a dark grin spread across his face, and the moment his thumb flicked my swollen nub, I knew I was done.
“Bryan!”
My hands flew to his hair, crashing his lips down onto mine. My body tripped over the edge, and I shook and quaked as his thumb worked its wonderful magic, feeling him twitch inside of me and swallowing his groans. Our bodies were sweating, covering each other as he buried himself inside of me one last time.
I pulled as much of him as I could into my body before I felt it leaking onto the floor.
His body dropped to mine, and I gripped him as tightly as I could. He pressed kiss after kiss on my shoulder, trying to settle my body as tears rose to my eyes. I held him as close as I could, rolling with him when he finally slid off the side of my body. My cheek found the swell of his strong chest as his arm strongly wrapped around me, holding me close to him as we both tried to catch our breath.
The words I spoke flew from my mouth without a moment’s hesitation, and I knew I’d given myself over to him in a way I’d never be able to get back.
I’d never be able to return to the woman I was before he’d come knocking on my door all those weeks ago.
“You are, without a doubt, the most incredible man I’ve ever met.”
I felt his fingertips playing against my skin as I felt his heartbeat slowly evening out.
“You fill me with a passion I haven’t felt in years. You’ve jump-started a muse within me that had been dried up and barren for as long as I can remember. Your smile makes me weak in my knees, and your kiss sets flame to a fire that ravages my soul. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Bryan McBride, and there isn’t a moment that will ever go by where I won’t try to convince you of that.”
I felt his body trembling again as his arms embraced me tightly. We laid there on the floor of my apartment, naked and spent as we held each other close. I pressed kisses into his chest while he peppered my forehead with his own, and it wasn’t until I woke up the next morning in my bed that I realized he’d moved us at some point in time.
I woke up with my limbs tangled up in his. This was where I wanted to be more than anything. I wanted to be tangled up in him for the rest of my life.
Chapter 27
Bryan
We were finally on the last leg of the renovations for Hailey’s art gallery. The outside had been painted and redone, the sign had been put up out front, and the inside had been fully decorated. All we had to do was gloss the floor, put in a few new fixtures for the light switches and the bathroom, and mount permanent hooks into the freshly-painted walls so she could hang her first pieces of work. If all went well this week, we could wrap up, and Hailey could officially open her gallery to the public.
I was excited for her and couldn’t wait for the grand opening.