Priceless (Forbidden Men 8)

“Baby, it’ll be okay.”

He exhaled and shook his head before climbing off me.

“No, not this way. You be on top. Set the pace. I’m too afraid to...I need you to control the movement and take it easy for us this time.”

I paused and blinked at him. “But you can’t let a woman—”

He shushed me by pressing his fingers to my lips. “To get to be inside you, I’ll deal with it.” He kissed me softly. “My stupid mommy issue pales in comparison to how worried I am about you stroking out on me again. Besides.” He shrugged. “I have a feeling it won’t be all that terrible, not if it ends with me coming inside you.”

Secretly pleased he was willing to try it this way and trust me to help him through his own issues, I nodded. “Okay. I’ll be on top.”

He rolled, taking me with him.

When I sat up, straddling his lap, he caught my hip to steady me. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” I managed to rub my clit against his erection. It felt amazing. It was more awkward this way, but I kind of liked being able to look down at him and see my man spread beneath me, panting for more.

I bit my lip, nervous about setting a trigger off in him and nervous about being good at it in this position. My body didn’t move exactly how I wanted it to, but Brandt helped me, holding on to me and guiding me up, then back down on to him.

He felt extra big as he pushed into me. I held my breath and bit my lip, my body stretching until...oh, holy hosanna. He was inside me.

“Oh my God, I missed this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, bending up his knees to provide a backrest for me. “Oh, shit. Yeah. I missed it too.”

Grinning at him, I lifted and slid down. He bowed his back and groaned.

It was fascinating to watch his face and see every moment of arousal he experienced.

“I love you,” I said.

His gaze focused on me. “I love you too. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

I nodded and ground my teeth as he hit something inside me that felt like a pure electrical charge. “Oh, God. Right there. Right there.”

Brandt flexed his hips, hitting it again. “Right there?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

He ground against it without mercy, rubbing over and over again against that one sweet spot until my womb contracted. “Brandt,” I cried, peaking with the next thrust.

“Shit, I...” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He was too busy igniting with me.

We rode the lightning, fucking until both our orgasms quelled. Then I let out a breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding worried.

I laughed. “I’m amazing.” I felt like a sated limp noodle. Grinning down at him, I wondered, “What about you? Are you okay?”

He smiled up at me, his lips parted in awe. “Yeah. Jesus,” he finally breathed, reaching out to cup my breasts. “Why haven’t I ever tried it this way before?”

I beamed with love. “Because you were waiting for me.”

Slipping his hands up over my chest, he kept on until he was cupping my face in both palms. Then he gazed into my eyes and murmured, “Damn straight I was.”

BRANDT

Surrounded by a sea of black-robed graduates, I straightened my cap when I felt it began to tilt on my head, and the tassel dangling from it smacked me in the face.