I wouldn’t let her do that.
I framed her face to slow down and savor her mouth, outlined her lips with my tongue, and touched her lips gently with mine. I looked up at the woman who had claimed my heart, peering deeply into her eyes so she knew, so she understood. “Do you know how crazy beautiful you are? Why are you so perfect?”
She seemed lost, pain shinning in her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper. “It’s because you want something from me.” When it slipped out from her mouth, my heart sunk. Was sex all she thought she was worth?
Suddenly, she looked so vulnerable that I pulled her flush against me once again. This was a side of her I’d never seen before, and I made it my mission to prove her wrong.
“The only thing I want to do is kiss you.” I framed her face and kissed her lips. “Here.” I kissed her button nose. “And here.” I placed a small kiss on each of her eyelids as my lips feathered across her tender skin.
She shivered as her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t resist, her body molding to mine as I pushed us both up to a sitting position.
“And here.” I flicked my tongue over and over against the tender skin on the side of her neck.
Her breaths increased as I sucked at the soft spot below her ear.
That’s my girl. Let go. Let me love you like you deserve to be loved.
I feathered kisses along her jaw and made my way to the other side of her neck, teasing her with my tongue until my lips found their way back to hers. All I could hear were the sounds of me worshiping my girl.
She moaned into my mouth as I slowly guided her down the length of the bed and onto her back, so gently, like she was a porcelain doll. I hovered above her as her head hit the pillow, and that was when I saw it—the fear in her eyes, a panic so alarming that it was like jabbing a knife in my gut.
“Trust me.” I didn’t break eye contact as I peppered kisses along her jawline. “Beautiful. Sexy.” I worshiped her with my words and with my lips. “Perfect.”
When she stiffened, I backed up an inch. I wanted her to feel adored, but I wanted her to trust me first. I had to do this right, on her terms. All in good time; she’d believe me eventually.
My lips trailed to her neck and then brushed against her nipples. I ran my tongue around her breast, resting on her nipple and feeling it pebble in my mouth. Her breathing became labored as her hands threaded through my hair. I sensed she was still holding back, but that cage confining her heart was opening slightly.
She was absolutely perfect in the way she tasted, the saltiness of her skin. I was rock hard, but I ignored the throbbing as I concentrated on her.
Then a look of longing replaced the fear in her eyes, and I took my tongue lower and lower until I was kissing her outer thigh.
Her chest heaved with anticipation, and I wanted to drag this on, lick every inch of her flesh and cherish this moment.
“Please,” she begged as I dragged my tongue along her inner thigh.
She wiggled beneath me and, because I couldn’t prolong it any longer, because I needed to feel her against my tongue and taste her sweetness on my lips, I moved to her core, flicking my tongue against her folds. She tasted like heaven. I continued to savor and suckle her sensitive nub then gripped her thighs so I could move deeper but slowed down, to prolong the buildup.
A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips, and I knew she was close. Soon enough, she gripped the ends of my hair, pulling hard. “Brian. Please,” she begged, wanting release.
With one more flick of my tongue, her body convulsed, contractions overtaking her. She was too gone in ecstasy as I crawled up and kissed her mouth, moans of pleasure rippling through her.
This was a small success, but I was determined.
I’d cherish this girl, make love to her over and over again until she understood the magnitude of my feelings for her. I’d eradicate any memories of any man who’d ever hurt her, replacing them in her mind with new memories of us and convincing her to trust me.
***
KENDY
When my orgasm slowly died down, he trailed kisses up my body, meeting my lips. I trusted him. I did. And as he slowly made his way on top of me, my knees fell to the sides and I cradled him between my legs.
His kisses felt heavenly. I’d never been to Heaven, but I was pretty sure this was how it would feel—heart overflowing with sensation, love, and pure joy.
I could feel his hard length against my stomach as he entwined our hands together. With my free hand, I threaded my fingers through his hair, loving the thump of his heartbeat against mine, as though we were one, and I stifled a cry as the enormity of the emotions flooded my insides.
He stared deeply into my eyes, and I knew I was his. Words didn’t have to be spoken to know he loved me, and though I’d been trying to deny it, trying to fool myself into thinking our relationship was purely physical, the deepest part of me knew it wasn’t. Our connection went beyond the realm of physical.
He traced a finger from my brow to my temple, then to my chin. The look of adoration in his eyes clearly showed he was enamored with me.
I was hypnotized by him, my skin tingling where he touched, draining all my doubts and fears away. I had never felt so cherished, and a euphoric feeling washed over me, like there was nothing in the world that existed except the two of us.
Then out of nowhere, he said, “I love you.” It was effortless, like he’d known it all along.
I gulped, my heart beating faster in my chest. Normally, I’d be afraid, but . . . I wasn’t. I couldn’t be, because I found that I trusted him. Brian’s purity was putting me back together somehow, making me whole.
I released a soft sigh, noting the panic-ridden Kendy was no longer present, and I lowered my hand and ran it up and down his length, feeling his cock twitch between us. I positioned him at my entrance, wanting nothing between us. I was on the pill, and I knew we were good about getting tested on an annual basis.
As his eyes filled with such unyielding love, he thrust inside me without restraint, and I gasped. I bit my lip as he cradled my cheek with his palm. The act was so gentle, so tender, tears threatened to spill over. I’d never been handled this carefully, and I knew in the deepest part of my being that Brian could never hurt me the way Cole had. He wasn’t perfect, but maybe . . . maybe he was perfectly made for me.
His lips moved to mine as he continued to move above me, filling me with an amazing sense of completeness. My eyes fell shut at his fullness, which caused my body to prickle with sensation. Every move increased the hypersensitivity of my body.
“Open your eyes,” he said huskily.
I looked up at him and felt overwhelmed by what I saw, by his presence inside me, surrounding me. As he peered down, he continued to tell me how much he loved me, how I was so perfect, so beautiful. Not only did he tell me with words, but he showed me with each thrust of his body as his eyes smoldered with desire.
I let his words wash over me, fill me, and put the broken pieces of this girl back together.
Our passion flowed through me. We had this undeniable, intense connection, where all I could feel, sense, and breathe was Brian. I was so overcome with emotion that a tear formed in the corner of my eye, and then it all hit me—I loved him. I was in love with him. There was no way on earth I couldn’t be.
He touched his forehead against mine, his movements becoming erratic as he pumped faster. “I want to come inside you.” His breath left him in broken huffs, and I could feel his restraint slipping.
Because he felt so damn good, and because I loved him, I answered, “Yes.”
“God, baby, you feel so amazing,” he grunted in the heat of passion. He rested his forehead against mine, and my eyes fell shut as I felt the contractions taking over. “I love you so damn much.” Such passion and emotion leaked from his voice.