Every Night (Brush of Love 1)

“Hailey,” he said.

Suddenly, I felt him roll his hips. An endless cycle of electricity that could’ve rivaled the lightning crackling the sky. My legs shook for him, spreading themselves wider as they tried to accompany the intrusion my body hadn’t sought out in years. I could feel him moving within me, stoking fires that had long since burned out as his eyes stayed hooked onto mine. Not once did his gaze falter as my lips began to part, panting with a slow-growing pleasure as his forehead descended onto mine.

Not a word was exchanged between the two of us as his rhythm gradually picked up.

I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies pushing and egging each other on as we crept toward our end. The thunder crashed and the lightning pierced the sky, threatening to tear down the walls that kept us separated from the world outside.

Little did that storm know, we’d already torn down the walls that separated us from one another.

We panted and writhed. Moaned and gasped. His hands pinned my wrists above my head as his lips descended into the crook of my neck. I hooked my legs around him, pulling him closer as he drove deeper and deeper into the wetness my body created for him. I opened my neck to him as he bit down, sucking and licking. His teeth on me made me shiver.

Skin slapping skin filled the corners of my small apartment as the rain pounded harder and harder. Car alarms were being set off by the thunder as the windows rattled so hard, I thought they would break. My whimpers turned to moans, followed quickly by his grunts as we bucked wildly against one another, no longer caring about what we looked like or smelled like or tasted like.

My arms tugged at his hands, wanting to hold him close as I approached the end I knew was quickly coming for both of us.

“Please. Bryan. Please let go,” I said breathlessly.

And like the gentleman he was, he released my wrists.

My arms flew around his body, and I clung to his muscles as his arms surrounded my body. I moaned out his name, the thunder drowning us out as he called out for me. I buried my face into the crook of his neck as his sweat started to trickle onto my body, and soon, I felt him trembling, his hips beginning to stutter. Little by little, his feet were digging into my mattress, clawing away from any stability as he drove himself deeper and harder into my body.

Never in my life had I felt so helpless and so in control all at the same time.

He sank himself into me one last time, and that was all it took. My back bowed to him, like a guitar being tuned too tightly as my head dropped to the pillow. His name left my lips like a prayer as his mouth wrapped around my nipples, shivering me to a core that was convulsing with pleasure as I felt him fill my body. I could feel his pulsing. Trembling. His entire body pulled taut and his hands pressed into the curves of my back while he ground against my hips.

Then we plummeted to my mattress, gasping for air as the storm finally began to recede outside. His strong body collapsed onto mine, covering me from the world outside as his chest panted against mine. I wove my arms around his body, drinking in every single inch of his rippling body as my legs slowly slid from around his waist. I felt him nuzzle into the crook of my neck, his body trying to shelter himself from the world in the comfort of my own skin before he slid off to the side.

“The storm’s breaking up,” he said breathlessly.

“I can tell.”

“I think that was the exit moment I was waiting for,” he said.

But still, he didn’t move.

“If you’re tired, I mean, I could always just slip to the couch,” I said.

“Or, I could just do this.”

He slid his arm around me and pulled me into him as my leg slid in between his. The air around us was heavy with the secret of what had just occurred, and I smiled at him as he brushed the hair from my eyes. I could tell he was exhausted. I felt his arm trembling even as he tucked the hair behind my ear. I reached up and grasped his hand, bringing his fingers to my lips to kiss before I settled his palm against my cheek.

“I think the storm will be gone for sure by tomorrow,” I said, grinning.

“I think it might be best to wait until then, I suppose,” he said. “But you’re not moving to the couch.”

I slithered my arms around him as I tucked my head up under his chin. Already, I could feel our bodies slipping off to sleep as he pressed a lazy kiss on the top of my head. His body was strong, and his arms made me feel safe. His legs kept mine warm, but he pulled the blankets up over our bodies. The thunder rumbled darkly in the distance, foreshadowing another round as I buried my body into his.

“Then I won’t sleep on the couch,” I said.

“Good.”

The last thing I remembered was the wind picking back up and Bryan’s hands tracing designs with his fingertips on the small of my back.

I could’ve sworn I recognized the pattern as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 17

Bryan