“But why are you here?”
“Because you are,” she told him honestly. “I feel a connection with you I’ve never felt with anyone else. At first, I thought it was because we had similar pasts, and to some degree, I believe that’s true. But it’s more than that, and honestly, that terrified me because, as alike as we are, we also chose vastly different paths for ourselves.”
She paused, searching for the right words. “You were so much further along in your journey than I was. You’d accepted your past and moved forward, turning negatives into positives. You found your peace. Found your purpose. I still had to find mine, and the only way I could do that was to make a fresh start.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
She nodded. “I did. For the first time in my life, I’m happy. I’ve found my passion. I know what I want.”
“What do you want, Bree?”
“You, Nick. I want you. And I’m hoping you feel the same.” She inhaled and held her breath. “Do you?”
He stared at her for a moment, those brilliant green eyes reaching down into her soul. Then, his lips curled up into a sexy smile that ignited a burn deep in her core. “Is that a trick question?”
Her heart leaped and then began to pound furiously. “Does that mean we can give it a try? See where it goes?”
Chapter Forty-Nine
Cage
“Come here.” He patted his leg in invitation, thrilled when she wasted no time in straddling his lap.
It seemed too good to be true. Months after she’d driven away, the woman who’d been consuming his thoughts, heart, mind, and soul was telling him she wanted to give him—give them—a chance.
He captured her lips with his own, pouring everything that had been building up since the last time he’d kissed her into it. The best part? She was right there with him. Her hands tangled in his hair, and her full breasts pressed against his chest as her soft weight splayed over his now-rock-hard dick.
If he didn’t get some part of him inside of some part of her ASAP, he was going to implode.
“Had enough to eat?” she said breathlessly when he broke the kiss.
“Stew? Yes,” he growled. “You? Not even close.”
He swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, memories of the last time he’d done so urging him to move faster. The only difference was, he took an extra half-second to close the partition, ensuring that Brutus stayed in the kitchen.
They took turns divesting each other of their clothes while taking every opportunity to touch and kiss along the way. She was every bit as soft and fragrant and perfect as he remembered.
This time, she was the one pushing him down onto the bed. Since she followed that up by climbing onto him and positioning her knees on either side his hips, he was glad to oblige.
“You still have that box of condoms, right?” she asked breathlessly.
“I do.”
“Good.”
She reached over toward the nightstand. Cage took the opportunity to sit up and take one taut nipple into his mouth. She ripped the package and made short work of wrapping his package. Just the feel of her hands on his shaft was enough to have him practically shuddering with anticipation.
He’d envisioned a similar scene so many times, but each time, he’d imagined taking it slowly. Working her into a frenzy by kissing and licking every part of her body. Stroking and fondling, fingering and tonguing until she was panting his name and begging to have him inside her.
The reality was, barely two minutes in, she was raising those sweet hips and sinking down onto his cock without any priming from him. He wasn’t complaining. If that was what she wanted, he’d go with it.
His hands grasped her hips as she settled atop him, taking him so deep that he could feel her silken folds around the base of his cock. Her head dipped back, and she groaned, fingers flexing on his chest as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
Then, she looked down at him, her eyes filled with heat and something more. “You okay with this?”
“Another trick question?” he answered, tilting his pelvis to go even deeper.
She laughed and began to move. As good as it felt to be inside her, to feel the rhythmic squeeze and release with every rise and fall, it felt even better to watch her find her pleasure. Before long, she was riding him hard, chasing down her release. With one hand still grasping her hip, he moved the other between them, using his thumb to stroke her sensitive nub and send her flying over the edge.
The moment she stilled and began to contract powerfully around him, he flipped them both over, reversing their positions, and thrust into her, bringing them both to a heart-pounding, mind-numbing, mutual climax.
As they lay there, panting and sweating, he murmured, “Enough food to last a week, you said?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Perfect.”
Chapter Fifty
Bree
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Nick asked.
Propped up on one arm, as he was, with the sheet barely reaching his hips and staring at her ass, getting dressed took a tremendous amount of her willpower. The last three days had been absolutely amazing, but there were things that had to be done. Not to mention, they’d run out of condoms.
“I think it’s for the best.”
His lips pursed, but he nodded. In addition to wringing every last drop of pleasure from each other’s bodies, they’d had some deep discussions about where they were going to go from there.
The connection was definitely there. The sex was off the charts. The potential was limitless. But their relationship was still new. There was still so much they had to learn about each other, and she looked forward to every moment of it.
While his offer to stay with him was greatly appreciated, she worried that it would be too much, too fast. Both of them were used to having their own space, and while the trailer
