One Choice (Hogan Brothers 2)

e her bones as she realized what she’d asked of him. Her intent had been to get to know each other better, then all the drama at the fight fueled both of their emotions, and their libidos had taken over. She wasn’t even sure she was ready for this step in their relationship. Levi was a grown man and likely knew what he wanted and when he wanted it. She had no clue. The only thing she was knowledgeable about with her body was how to keep it in shape, to push past her boundaries.

“Levi.” Her word was hushed.

He spun around so fast that she didn’t have time to stop herself from knocking into his sculpted chest. No words were spoken as one of his hands went to her hip, and the other cupped her jaw in a firm hold. His gaze was pure heat as he slowly lowered his head to take her lips in a kiss. It wasn’t an ordinary melding of mouths, though, it was a meeting of soulmates. The thought was ludicrous, but that was all she could think of as their tongues dueled. Everything with Levi felt so right. The way he held her against his body; she fit like a glove. As if to prove her point, he pulled her hips flush with his, and her entire form was encased by him. He surrounded her completely. The strength that vibrated from his body was overwhelming to her senses. He controlled her every move and breath as his mouth owned hers.

“Hayes,” he chanted against her lips as one knee pressed between her thighs to rub tantalizingly against her sex. The small amounts of pressure he applied tormented her body in the most beautiful way. Kissing along her jaw, his hands let her go only long enough to wrap around her back. Pushing his way up under her shirt as he massaged her skin. “I want you, sugar.” He groaned when she shivered from his ministrations.

“I’m scared,” she confessed.

He sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth. She was sure to have a mark in the morning as one of his hands reached out from under her shirt to pull on her hair, forcing her neck back at an awkward angle.

“When you’re ready, you’ll beg me, just,” he nipped her neck, “like,” a tug of her hair, “this.” His thigh pressed firmly against her clit, making her moan without inhibition.

Picking Hayes up, Levi carried her to his room. His hands and mouth still roaming freely along her body as they crashed onto the bed.

Moans the only sound in the room.

Their passion the only scent surrounding them.

“Come for me, Hayes.” His words were the master of her body as he removed her shirt, unclipping her bra and tossing the articles both to the floor. The rest of her clothes soon followed. She was self-conscious as he sat back, fully clothed, staring at her body. If not for the coveted power of his stare, she might have tried to cover up. There was no censure, no disgust to behold. Just longing and lust. All of it for her. “The things I want to do to you.”

His words were deep, more of a growl than a voice. The muscles in his arms vibrated from the force with which he had to keep from dominating her.

“Levi?”

His gaze slowly slid up her body to connect with her eyes. This was a man hanging on by a thread, and Hayes knew in that instant she wanted to give him everything of herself she could.

She wanted to be his.

“Touch me,” her words were barely above a whisper, “please.”

She didn’t comprehend what she was asking of him. Levi was barely containing himself. The need consuming him for her was a force he was having trouble holding off.

“If I start this with you, Hayes, I won’t be able to stop.” He warned her, loosely gripping his shirt.

Her gaze travelled the length of his body as every inch of muscle was exposed. “I don’t want you to,” she murmured, reaching up to touch his chest and gently running a finger over a new bruise from his fight.

Her words were the only permission he needed as he stood from the bed to rid himself of his shorts. His heart was pounding as she continued to watch his every move, looking hypnotized as he crawled over top of her.

“Hayes,” he said softly, needing her to understand his choice. “Sugar, look at me.” His voice lowered an octave at the command. “You and me, we’re forever. There won’t ever be anyone else. You understand?” She nodded. “I’m not using a condom. I will never use a condom. Ain’t nothing ever getting between us.”

Her gaze cleared slightly at his words. “I’m on the pill.”

Her light voice the only permission he needed.

His iron grip on her knees became tender as he pulled them apart, making room to root himself inside of her. The scars running along one side of her body didn’t deter him from his desire; they only made him want her more. They represented her strength and resilience in the face of life’s obstacles. She was a fighter, a survivor.

After he was done showing Hayes how much she was a part of him, she would be his in every way known to man. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Levi’s words were whispered with all the devotion he felt for her.

“Your eyes,” she murmured, tracing them, “they glow with your passion.” As her hand slid down to his chest, he was helpless but to watch and listen. “I feel everything with you, Levi. I see it all.” Her hand continued to slide down to where he held himself away from her. Away from pounding her through the floor and straight into the sweetest hell in history. “We’re it.” He was a goner when her hand softly wrapped around his aching cock.

“Hands up, legs wide, sugar. You’re mine.” It was the only warning Levi gave her as he lined himself up to her dripping pussy. Her pleasure soaked him as he slowly pushed into her tightness.

“God-motherfucking-dammit all to hell,” he groaned as he reached her innocence. “You were saving yourself for me, weren’t you?” His hands gripped her waist so tightly, he knew there would be bruises on her pale flesh, but he couldn’t do a fucking thing to help it.

His body was prepared to fly apart at the knowledge that she was pure and all fucking his. Her thighs spread wider for him as her hands flexed on his biceps. “I’m all yours, Levi.”

Every primal urge he had overtook his body at her words. Gone was any gentleness he should have had, and in its place, was a beast feeding on her cries for mercy. Her screams of pain fueled his drive to make her moan with desire.