Although the gash was gone, a faint yellow glow had taken its place.
“Bryan!” I yelled as I stared at the pulsing light under my skin.
He raced into the room and over to me, dropping his gaze to my palm when I offered it. Sinking to the bed, he took my arm and brought my hand closer to study the…the…weirdness happening to me. “Why is it doing that?”
“I don’t know. Should we call Stace?”
“No.” He cupped my face with his hands and stared deep into my eyes. “I got this.” And then he kissed me so deeply, so passionately, it robbed me of my breath along with my sanity. He pulled back and searched my eyes, and I felt it in my soul. “I got you.”
Desperation fueled my movement as I yanked at his shirt, the need to feel us skin to skin overwhelming my senses. We’d always had that connection when our flesh met, that instant recharge to my system, and I needed that now. I needed him.
He removed my clothes from the waist up and pulled me into his arms, sensing my need. His kiss consumed me. I tasted the hunger on his tongue as we tangoed, each fighting to dominate the kiss. With smooth finesse, he got rid of the rest of our clothes without breaking the connection and flattened us out on the bed. My lady bits tingled in anticipation of a little attention.
Stretching my arms over my head, he grasped my wrists to hold me in place as he took his time trailing kisses across every part of my body his lips could reach without letting go of my wrists. I knew why. He’d been pushing his call to me since the instant he kissed me. When I tried to take back my hands to touch him, he held me in place. “Stop. Let me do this. Let me heal you.”
“You can do that and still let me touch you.” I arched my back when he pulled a hard nipple between his teeth and gently bit down.
“Relax.” He dragged his tongue along the curve of my breast and up to my shoulder before drawing back to look at me. His hazel eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. When he flashed that crooked smile, showing off the dimple I loved so much, I turned into a giant puddle of emotions.
I trusted him more than I trusted anyone else, myself included, and relaxed as best I could while he still restrained my wrists above my head. My skin hummed with heated energy where his hand held me, his control insane as he slowly devoured me. So slowly, it was torture. Sweet, sweet torture.
“Katy,” he growled as he captured my mouth in a kiss to measure all kisses. With his free hand, he skated it between the valley of my breasts before dipping lower, lower, until he struck gold. He brushed my throbbing clit and I just about came off the bed. With a low rumble of a chuckle, he held one of my legs between his and opened me to him. Our flesh felt like it caught fire where we touched, which was a new experience for me with Bryan. Fire was Rob’s and my thing. Even Clay’s. But Bryan couldn’t call fire, so us being so heated worried me.
“Are you feeling that?” I asked breathlessly.
He locked his gaze to mine. “You mean this?” He brushed across my tight nerves again. This time, I did come off the bed. “Or this?” He moved his fingers in slow, lazy circles, massaging my clit and pulling more juices from my body.
I’d never seen this side of Bryan before. So teasing. So in control. My earth elemental liked to take his time when we had sex, which I loved. But this? This was something more. He continued to explore my body with his mouth while he kept my arms above me with one hand. With the other, he drove me to the brink of orgasm before moving away from the sweet spot until my body stopped trembling. He’d then start the torture all over again, so by the time he lifted above me and wedged himself between my legs, I was already so close to exploding I couldn’t stop quivering.
Then he kissed me so tenderly, so controlled and deliberate, I whimpered into his mouth, writhing for him to let go of my wrists so I could touch him the way he was touching me. But he tightened his hold and pressed the tip of his cock to my drenched entrance as he positioned himself between my knees. With a gentle rock of his hips, he slipped inside.
I gasped and arched my back from the delicious invasion. His cock filled me, stretched me, completed me. I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him and tried to break free, but he continued to hold me in place as he slowly slid in and out of my body in long, steady strokes.
The passion between us as we connected was unlike anything I’d ever felt with him before. It was more than emotions. It was more than a physical bond. We were connecting on another plain, a spiritual plain, and I wanted to cry from the overwhelming experience. Our souls became intertwined so deeply, I’d never again be a complete person without him.
“Bryan,” I cried as he scraped across sensitive nerves that had my body vibrating with pleasure. If he kept doing that, I’d hit the big O in record time. “Let me touch you.”
“Not this time,” he rasped and latched onto my ear, pumping into
