She wanted it. Craved him. But her breasts felt too tender. “Ouch.”
He frowned. “Too rough?”
“A little.”
“Tell me. Always tell me. I don’t ever want to do anything in bed except make you feel good.”
He eased off, licking, flicking, teasing. It drove Brea insane. The orgasm he’d given her so recently had somehow only left her achier and needier. Without him inside her, she felt hollow. Empty. Bereft.
She needed him to make her whole.
Brea wriggled to sit up as he kept at her nipples like a man too starved to stop. But she persisted, nudging and shoving, until she finally got a breath of space in between them.
Then she tore into the fly of his jeans, ripping the button free and yanking down his zipper.
“Oh, pretty girl. Fuck… I can’t wait anymore.”
He shoved his pants down, nudged her to her back again, then aligned his crest at her opening. “Tell me this is mine.”
“It’s yours,” she gasped.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She met his stare. “I’m yours.”
“And no one else’s,” he growled. “Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
Brea nodded. It was all she could manage before he gripped her hips in his big hands and impaled her with his cock.
She gasped, back arching, as she went from clenching and empty to blessedly bursting full in seconds. “Just yours.”
“Yes.” He clutched her with rough fingers and pushed in deeper, setting a million nerve endings inside her on fire.
“More…”
Pierce hissed, teeth bared, as he set a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Her toes curled. Her clit swelled. But it wasn’t enough.
She wrapped straining fingers around his thick, bunching shoulders. “Please. I need—”
“Me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes!” Even the promise had her body revving and tightening.
“Oh. I’m fucking dying”—he banged his way inside her with more force, prodding a spot that had her eyes flaring and her desire soaring—“to be inside this sweet, tight cunt and remind you that… You. Belong. To. Me.”
“I do,” she panted. “I always have.”
He crushed her lips beneath his for a feverish press, then wrenched back with a gasp. Their stares collided. She fell into those twin black holes. There was no escape, especially when he grabbed her hair in one fist and pressed her closer. “From now on, no one else fucks you.”
“Only you,” she blurted as her tension gathered and her blood rushed. “Only ever you.”
Pierce shoved himself deeper, then halted as he pushed his face against hers with a growl. “Ever?”
Her heart and her breath both ceased in that moment. “Just you.”
“Why?”
She needed him to thrust inside her again too much to filter. “I’m in love with you.”
His whole face softened as he withdrew, then plunged home again. “Oh, Brea… Baby. My pretty girl. I fucking love you so much. I’ve wanted to tell you…”
His words and his touch sent her heart soaring. “Really?”
Brea didn’t get a chance to say more before he seized her mouth and slammed deep, filling her again and again. Breathless, clawing, desperate, she rocked under him, pressed against him, let herself be full of him. Her need rose to dizzying heights. She cried out, called his name. Legs wrapped around him, her nails in his back, she urged him on, more aroused by every growl and harsh breath he panted in her ear.
He grew impossibly harder inside her. His strokes lengthened, deepened. His fiery stare riveted her every bit as much as his insistent cock.
“You going to come for me again?” he asked.
“I’m close…” The ache swirled and churned just behind her clit, almost there.
He ground his pelvis against her, providing the extra friction she needed to completely unravel.
“Yes… Pierce!”
“Oh, fuck. That pussy. Baby!”
The force of his impaling cock sent her higher, robbing her of breath and thought. Vaguely, she was aware of the table shaking as his every thrust inched it across the hardwood floors. Then his body stiffened, his back bowed, and he gave a hoarse shout of ecstasy. A sudden gush of warmth filled her.
They’d forgotten a condom again.
She needed to see her doctor about birth control, because right or wrong, sin or not, she wasn’t giving up the pleasure she shared with Pierce Walker. He owned her—heart and body.
And he loved her.
Rough breaths and damp skin aside, she smiled up at him. “That was better than dinner.”
He smiled in return. “Way better. Want to finish the pasta now or…”
When he nodded toward the stairs, she didn’t hesitate. “Definitely or.”
“Hmm, you’re perfect.” Pierce kissed her, then eased free of her body before helping her off the table.
Brea stood on unsteady feet. “I’ll put the food back in the oven.”
“Great. I’ll start the shower.”
“Shower?”
His grin widened. “I want to clean you up before I dirty you again.”
She bit her lip shyly. He had a wonderfully filthy mind. “That sounds good.”
“I’m going for awesome. You can tell me later if I get there.” He cradled her face in his hands. “I don’t ever want to give you a reason to go to bed with anyone else.”
She blushed. He must know she wouldn’t. But his expression said otherwise.
Then again, she’d given him too many reasons to think she was still romantically involved with Cutter. She needed to sit him down and set him straight.
Promise me you won’t ever tell him we’re not a couple. That will be like waving a red cape in a bull’s face.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” Pierce kissed her, then dashed up the stairs.
Brea covered their dishes, then schlepped them into the oven. Back in the dining room, she picked up their clothes and left them folded on the table. Then she headed up the stairs.
She heard the water running, but he hadn’t turned on any lights. She stopped halfway down the shadowy hall. The air pinged with tension. “Pierce?”
Brea felt his body heat behind her an instant before he pressed himself into her back and plastered
