Brogan (Carolina Reapers 9)

And I was all fucking in.

“Tell me you want me,” I whispered against her throat, my hand coasting to her thigh.

“I…” Her breath hitched as I worked my hand under her dress and met the smooth, creamy flesh beneath.

“Or tell me to stop,” I demanded as my hand journeyed higher. My lips grazed hers, catching every pant as her breaths came in uneven little gasps.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.

My cock jerked, already hard and hurting, but it wasn’t enough.

“Then tell me you want me.” I brushed my fingers along the band of her silk thong.

“Brogan!” She cupped the back of my neck and pulled.

“Tell. Me. You. Want. Me.” I didn’t budge, and it cost me, unraveling the tethers of my control bit by bit. My lips hovered over hers for a breath of a second, and then I brushed them over her mouth in a slow, light caress that wasn’t nearly enough.

Her hips rocked into my hand.

My fingers dipped beneath the silk.

I hissed.

“You fucking feel like you want me.” I grazed one finger over her pussy. “You’re slick and swollen for me, Fiona.” I swirled some of that moisture up over and around her clit.

“Brogan,” she whimpered.

“You know I love it when you say my name like that, baby, but that’s not going to get you there this time.” I sucked her lower lip between my teeth and raked it gently before letting it pop free. “Tell. Me. You. Want. Me. Say it.”

“Please.” Her hips rolled again, and I walked forward two steps, putting her back against the foyer wall.

“I want you,” I growled low in my throat. “I want to shove this dress up to your waist, snap the strap of these panties, and bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll feel me there for days. You won’t be able to take a step without feeling me, remembering exactly what I can do to you, remembering what we’re like together.”

Her fingers clutched my hair and pulled, her eyes hazy as our gazes locked. “You really won’t touch me if I don’t say it?”

I shook my head and started to withdraw my hand.

“I want you!” she blurted.

I froze, my muscles locking tight.

“I mean it.” She leaned up and kissed me. “I want you. Please don’t make me beg.”

“Fuck, yes.” The tenuous hold I had on my control snapped, and I was all over her. Our mouths collided in an open-mouthed, blatantly carnal kiss. My world righted, as though it had been off its axis since she left, and I finally had steady ground under me again.

Her hands tore at my shirt. Buttons flew.

I snapped the straps of her delicate little thong.

“Yes!” she cried when I plunged two fingers inside her tight heat.

“You’re so fucking ready for me.”

Her hands were already at my belt, tugging it free then undoing my pants. Then her fingers—

I groaned.

She fisted my cock and gave it a long stroke.

“I can’t wait.” It was both a promise and an apology.

“Then don’t.” Another pump.

I jerked my wallet out of the back of my pants, took out the condom and rolled it on in record time. My pants and underwear fell to my ankles.

My hands yanked her dress up to her waist. “I’ll savor these later,” I vowed, cupping her perfect breasts.

“Take the rest of me now,” she ordered, her nails digging into the back of my neck.

Our mouths met in another deep, drugging kiss as I gripped her ass and lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her ankles around my waist and little sharp pricks of pain bit into my thighs.

Her heels.

“Say it again,” I demanded as the head of my cock rested at her entrance.

“I want you, Brogan,” she answered immediately, her eyes locked on mine. So fucking beautiful.

I plunged inside her with a hard thrust, seating myself to the hilt.

Then I fucked her against the wall with hard, driving thrusts, using my body to say what my words couldn’t. I needed her. She was my air. She made me desperate and hungry. I was nothing without her warmth, her love. Every time I sank inside her was better than the last time, and soon there was no finesse to our lovemaking, just pure, primal need.

Her moans and whimpers stripped my soul bare and took down any defenses I’d managed to build, leaving me completely open. Completely hers.

“Don’t stop,” she begged between kisses.

“I won’t,” I promised, and I didn’t.

I kept her beneath me all night, wringing every gasp, every moan, every bit of pleasure from her body that she could give. I used our chemistry, our undeniable need as my only weapon to remind her that this was where she belonged—in our home, our bed.

We fell asleep after round four.

When my alarm went off for morning skate, she was gone.

20

Fiona

“It was smart to leave, right?” I said as I paced the length of Maddie’s living room floor.