She took his hand and pulled him to her room. He stopped her once, wanting to kiss her again, as though he was an addict and she was the only fix. Then they were through the door, and her back was against her bedroom wall, he pressed his body against hers as he kissed her again.
If she thought for too long, she’d question how they got here. Caitie Russell and the boy she’d trailed around after for years. The boy who had saved her from her brother, the only one who’d ever held her as she cried. The one who knew all the secrets she’d never told anybody else. For so long he’d been a fading memory, one she’d tried – and failed – to grasp onto. Her first kiss. Her first crush. All those emotions were magnified by that terrible Christmas. And now he was looking at her as if she was the most precious thing he’d ever set his eyes on.
He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Her lips turned dry as she looked at him, taking in his broad shoulders and torso, and how it tapered to his waist. Breck reached for her, his biceps flexing as he did. She circled her hands around his arms, feeling them hard as steel beneath his warm skin. He was full of strength and warmth, a man who dominated everything he touched. He only had to walk into a room to control it.
But now he was in her room, and whether he knew it or not, he was controlling everything about her. He only had to look at her to set her on fire. A simple touch to make her melt inside. The boy she’d crushed so hard on had become a man, and he was breathtaking.
Silently, he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it from her shoulders, revealing her ivory laced bra. Breck ran a finger down her spine, making her shiver. When he reached the base, her nerve endings practically exploded.
“You’re sensitive,” he murmure
d. “I want to kiss you there.” His fingers continued their journey, unbuttoning her pants and pushing the waistband past her hips, her thighs, until the fabric was pooled around her feet. She stepped out of them, all too aware she was only wearing a bra and panties.
From the darkness of his stare, he liked them.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered.
With his eyes still on hers, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops, stepping out of his pants until all he was wearing were a dark jersey pair of boxers.
His chest was bare, his stomach rippled and taut. A thin line of hair led from his navel to his waistband. The fabric beneath was straining from his excitement, and she ached to touch him. But when she reached out, he caught her hand, holding her with a firm grip. “Not yet. I want to touch you first.”
His eyes were focused on hers, refusing to move. Her cheeks were flaming, and her body buzzed. Caitie’s back arched as she felt herself being pulled toward him, desperate for his touch.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for days,” he said softly, reaching out to feather his fingers across her chest. “Thinking about how you felt that day when we were together.” His thumbs slid across her bra, teasing her nipples until they peaked. “Remembering how you looked when I kissed you.” He pushed the fabric down, exposing her breasts. “The way you gasped with your mouth open, and your eyes closed.”
He bent down, cupping her breast so her nipple stood out further. He captured it between his lips, grazing it with his teeth. The sensation made her moan.
“Yeah, you sounded like that.” He sucked her smooth skin, his tongue swirling against her pebbled flesh. He repeated the same with her other breast, spending long moments worshipping her. By the time he moved down her body, she was a bundle of desire, her skin fizzing and popping with every touch. He trailed kisses down her stomach, his hands grabbing hold of her hips, until he reached her flimsy panties.
She held her breath as he pressed his nose against her, breathing in. The gesture was so intimate, it almost scared her. Yet the strength of longing in his eyes was enough to reassure her.
“Let me see all of you.”
He was kneeling before her, yet still the one in control. She unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her arms. She hooked her fingers at the sides of her panties, dragging them down her thighs.
As soon as she kicked them off, Breck grabbed her knees, hitching her legs apart. His face moved between them, kissing the sensitive skin inside her thighs. She felt the roughness of his stubble, the softness of his lips, the probing of his tongue as he circled her skin.
Then he was there. Blowing softly against her scant hair. His tongue dipped against her, licking the spot that made her legs feel weak. She had to reach down to steady herself against him. Breck moved his tongue along her, the tip firm every time he pressed into her. Her breath came fast and fevered. She started to rock with his movements, as pleasure pooled its way down her body.
“Oh God,” she moaned, both hands tangled into his hair. He pushed two fingers inside of her, the movement intensifying her pleasure, until it felt as though she was about to explode. “Breck, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t going to.” The vibration of his words heightened the sensation. Another thrust of his fingers and she was done, her world closing in to a single, perfect spot. She closed her eyes, her head falling back, as she moaned his name over and over again.
He held her hips tight to stop her from collapsing. As she was still riding the wave, her body convulsing, he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. He stripped his briefs off and lay his body on hers, before they began all over again.
His kisses were fervent and desperate, as his hardness pulsed against her. His thighs teased her legs apart, as his hand reached down to hook her ankle behind him. Every time he touched her it was as if her skin was on fire. It threatened to engulf them both.
“Do you have something?” she asked him.
“Yes.” He broke from her complete embrace and reached for his pants, his other arm still holding her. A moment later she heard the rip of foil and a snap as he pulled it out. Another moment and he’d rolled the rubber on. But instead of pushing in and taking her, he paused, waiting until she opened her eyes and met his gaze. He held it, his eyes dark and needy. The emotions inside of her swelled, threatening to spill over. She had to bite her lip to stop the tears from forming.
This was Breck, her Breck, touching her as if she was some precious stone. Staring at her as though she had all the answers to questions he hadn’t even begun to think up. As he slid inside her, his thick girth filling her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight.
This wasn’t just sex. Her world was shifting as she lay in a hotel room. Everything was spinning, left becoming right, and her mind was reeling from the motion.
He started to move his hips, his mouth capturing hers. At that moment she knew deep in her heart this wasn’t purely physical. He was the boy she’d dreamed of, the man she hoped for. The only one who knew her from the inside out. Though he’d protected her all those years ago, he had the ability to break her right now.
His breath quickened, his fingers digging into her hips as he moved hard and fast. She felt the pleasure forming again, expanding deep inside her. This time he was moaning, too. His lips formed her name as he kissed her, their skin slippery from perspiration and need.