Pierce went taut with a growl. “If you keep it up, I’m going to shove every inch of my cock deep and fuck you now.”
“Please.” Her body jolted and pinged. Her blood raced. Her restless, hollow desperation for the climax he’d dragged her to the edge of made her claw at him in silent demand.
Brea couldn’t remember ever wanting him more. She bit at the strong tendons in his neck again, wishing she could imprint his taste on her tongue. In response, he manipulated that so-sensitive spot between her thighs until her ache for him felt boundless, ceaseless.
“Pierce!” she gasped in a writhing plea.
“You want more?”
Why was he even asking? She whimpered in answer, squeezing her eyes shut as she twisted and bucked, seeking that last bit of sensation she needed to find ecstasy.
He pulled back. “Don’t be stubborn. You want to come? All it takes is one word. Just say yes.”
Brea could no longer think of a single reason to say no. Even if their future was uncertain, she still loved him. She always would.
Maybe tonight would be the beginning of something new for them. Or maybe it would be the last time she ever touched him. Either way, she wanted to give herself over to him completely so she could savor and hoard every moment they had together.
“Yes.” She pressed her lips along his jaw before settling her mouth under his. “Always yes.”
“Thank fuck. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” Her body clenched. Her heart panged. Her eyes stung. “Don’t leave me again.”
With one hand, he cupped her cheek and forced her stare to his. With the other, his thumb still swirled where she ached most. “Shh, pretty girl. I never want to.”
His solemn expression had Brea clutching him tighter. “Hurry. I need you.”
“How? Tell me.”
“Inside me.” And with me. Always.
His fingertips rubbed and prodded inside her again. “Oh, I am.”
“No.” She groped for his zipper and yanked it down, then wrapped her greedy hand around his hot, pulsing shaft with a squeeze. “This. Inside me. Now.”
Agonized pleasure tightened his face as he growled, “Spell it out. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Brea pulled on his thick erection again, stroking the veins, cataloging the velvet skin over his steely length. “You know.”
“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it. C’mon…”
“Fuck me,” Brea whispered.
She had never spoken that word in her life. It was both horrifying and freeing.
And ultimately rewarding.
“Oh, hell,” Pierce groaned as he kicked off his pants. Within seconds, he’d curled his big hands around her backside and fitted his crest against her clutching opening. Then he went still.
“You’re speaking my language, pretty girl. I’m going to fuck you so hard.” With a harsh forward thrust, he made good on his threat, breaching her to the hilt and slamming the headboard against the wall. “But I’m also going to make love to you until you know you have my heart.”
Brea’s breath caught. “You’ve always had mine.”
Pierce drew back and captured her gaze before he thrust inside her again, penetrating her clear to her soul.
Then, when he was fully seated again, he surprised her by rolling to his back and spreading her out on top of him, chest to chest, slanting his mouth under hers for a breath-stealing kiss. Brea fell into him even more, drowning as he plunged up into her. She rocked to meet him, shocked by the sensations of her skin dragging over his and his erection scraping all the nerve endings inside her.
“Your cheeks are flushing.” He shot her a cocky grin.
It was no secret Pierce got off on undoing her.
She licked her lips. “Your eyes are getting darker.”
“Shit, I have to watch you.” She didn’t even have time to sputter a question before he sat her up on his erection, bent his knees, and rammed up into her with dizzying force.
Her head slid back with a long moan as her breasts bounced, her breathing hitched, and her sex clenched greedily.
“Oh, look at you. My pretty, pregnant girl getting fucked…”
Pierce unraveled her with every heartbeat, every moment, every word. Brea scratched and gasped for the climax swelling inside her. She ached for him almost as much as she wanted this pleasure to go on forever.
He caught her breasts in his big hands and squeezed, thumbing her nipples, sending her spiraling up even more. “Are they still tender?”
“Sometimes.”
He gentled immediately. “Better?”
She nodded, closing her eyes on a ragged sigh. “Every time you touch me, it’s so good.”
“Yeah?” he moaned, then cupped the small bulge of her belly. “God, I love the way your body is changing.”
“Really?” When she looked in a mirror lately, she felt so self-conscious.
“You have no idea what you do to me. So sexy. I was desperate to fuck you before, but now…you’ll have to push me off you, and even then I’m never going to stop.”
Brea never wanted him to.
He grabbed her hips, shoved her down harder, hurtling her even faster toward climax. They fell into a rhythm, hard and deep, staring into each other’s eyes as the sensations clawed higher. He dragged his thumb across her clit, ripping through the last of her composure. She ground down on him and dug her nails into his shoulders as her blood roared and converged. Her body seized up. She struggled for her next breath as she jolted and let out an anguished cry.
This climax was going to roll over her and redefine ecstasy for her. Like the man himself, it terrified and thrilled her at once.
“Pierce!”
Suddenly, he rolled her to her back once more, took her legs into the crooks of his elbows, and careened into her over and over, each lunge punctuated by a hiss of seething breath. “I feel you. Oh, fuck. Yes… Give it to me.”
She’d been unable to deny him anything from the moment they’d met. Nothing was different now.
Orgasm exploded, rocking through her body. Above her, Pierce fucked her furiously through
