“Please, please,” I begged. “No more.”
Instantly, he was gone. I felt the bed dip and fingers gently touch my face. “Jenna, love, open your eyes.”
I did and saw Rylan's concerned face above me.
“I'm sorry. I got carried away.” He pulled his hand back. “We don't have to do anything else.”
I stared at him, confused. “I thought you wanted... I mean, you didn't...” I looked down to where his cock bobbed against his flat stomach. It was clear his body needed release.
“You said to stop.” His fingers brushed the sides of my face and I realized my skin was wet. “You're crying. I'm so sorry.”
I understood now. I took his hand and kissed his fingertips. “It was stop in a good way. Too much of a good thing.”
“But...”
“The tears were good too,” I said. “Trust me.”
“So I didn't hurt you?”
“No.” I smiled. “My body just needed a minute. Four orgasms in a row tends to make a girl sensitive.”
He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Four?”
I rolled my eyes. “Men and their ego.”
He laughed, the tension easing from his body.
I put his hand on the belt of my robe and then stretched my hands above my head again. “Please, finish what you started.”
He didn't ask me this time if I was sure, but I didn't need him to. He'd proven more than once that while he was calling the shots when it came to what happened, I was in control as to how far things went.
He untied the belt and pushed the robe apart, baring my body. The expression on his face as he looked down at me sent a surge of emotion through me. He didn't try to hide anything that he was feeling. Pure, raw, hunger mixed with something softer and sweeter. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the scar on my side, lingering there for a moment before turning his attention to my breasts.
I didn't need him to tell me to close my eyes this time. The moment his tongue swirled around my nipple, it hardened and my eyelids came down. I gave myself over to the wet heat of his mouth and the feel of his fingers dancing across my stomach. He started gentle, licking and sucking on my breast and nipple until I was begging for more. When he switched to the other breast, goose bumps broke out across my wet flesh and I shivered. Then his fingers tweaked my nipple and the shiver turned into a shudder.
Heat pooled in my belly and the space between my legs throbbed. I wanted him inside me – no, I needed him there. With every pull of his mouth, the pressure inside me increased. When he lightly bit down, I swore and tried to push myself closer to his mouth. He chuckled, and the vibrations made my insides quake.
“Are you close again?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, please.”
“If I touch your clit, will you come again?”
“Yes.” I writhed on the bed, desperate for friction. “Please.”
“Someday,” he said. “We're going to practice some self-control. See how many times I can take you to the edge, but not let you go over.”
“Not now, please.” I looked up at him. I didn't think I could stand it if he didn't let me come.
He laughed again, a low sound, all man. “No, my love, not now.”
He wrapped his lips around my nipple and slid a finger between my lips, easily finding my clit. Two strokes across the top of the swollen nub and he bit down on my nipple.
“Fuck! Rylan!” I cried out his name as I came again.
He let me ride out my orgasm as he moved down the bed and climbed between my legs again. My eyes fluttered open as I heard the familiar tearing sound of a condom wrapper. I didn't want to miss this. I licked my lips as he rolled the latex down his cock. At some point this weekend, I fully intended to have that in my mouth again. Right now, I had something else in mind.
I kept my hands where they were, but I spread my legs further apart.
“Eager, are you?” he asked as he stroked himself.
“Only for you.”
He dropped so suddenly that I made a sound. Or I would've if his mouth hadn't been on mind, his lips hard and demanding. His tongue thrust into my mouth, curling around mine and drawing it back into his mouth.
Damn, that man could kiss.
He pulled back before I was ready for the kiss to be done, but then I felt his cock brushing against me.
“Look at me.”
My eyes flicked up and met his. He reached above us and, a moment later, I felt his hand close around both of my wrists. He watched for a moment, waiting to make sure I was okay. My pulse was rapid, my chest tight, but I wasn't regretting a moment of this. For the first time in my life, I let my guard down and let someone see everything I was feeling.
Rylan's eyes darkened and he leaned down to kiss me again, this one full of all the things that we were both feeling but couldn't say, the kinds of things that there weren't any words for. When he pulled back, he didn't go far, just enough so that he could see my face as he slowly pushed his way inside me. He moved slowly, but without stopping, a relentless force molding me around him, stretching me to fit him perfectly.
As he came to rest inside me, his body stretched out on mine, he spoke in a soft voice, “I love you, Jenna Lang.”
He'd started to pull back when I spoke, “I love you too.”
His entire body shuddered above mine and he squeezed his eyes closed, a look of pure concentration on his face. I knew that look. He was fighting for control. With all of his experience and all that he'd done, four words were nearly his undoing.
His eyes stayed closed as he withdrew, then opened as he paused. His gaze was intense, almost unbearable. With his eyes locked on mine, he surged forward.
“Ah!” The sound tore out of me as my body arched against his.
His grip on my wrists tightened as we moved together. My fingers flexed as he drove me into the mattress, every stroke going deep. I wanted to scratch, to dig my nails into his flesh.
“Close your eyes,” he said. “Feel me.”
I did as I was told, crying out as he picked up the pace. As he rode me, I gave myself over to the sensations coursing through my body. I'd experienced sexual pleasure before, though none as great as what I'd felt with Rylan. This was something completely different. I opened my eyes and found his above me. This was everything I'd always been afraid of, everything I'd told myself was forbidden.
I'd fallen in love and told him.
As our bodies moved together, my walls were down, everything about me laid bare.
“Come with me, love,” he said. “Come with me.”
I was close. His cock was rubbing against me in all the right places and ways. My nipples were bullet points against his chest. The feel of his fingers around my wrists only heightened things. Everything in my world was narrowed down to the two of us, where our bodies joined, the places our skin touched. I could feel the explosion hovering just below the surface, and with every stroke, it grew closer. His body was straining, fighting for my pleasure before he took his own.
And then it was here, white heat flooding every cell. I called out his name, struggling against his hold, desperate for some way to release the energy inside me. Instead, he held me down, forced me to feel it, to feel every moment of pleasure coursing through me. My muscles tensed and my pussy contracted around his cock.
“Fuck, Jenna!” He buried his face against the side of my neck as he came. “I love you. I love you.” His breath was hot against my skin as he repeated it over and over again.
He let go of my wrists as he wrapped his arms around me. I grabbed onto him, holding him to me, taking comfort in the weight of him. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to process the enormity of what I was feeling. I could feel the world graying out around me, and I didn't fight it. I knew it was okay. He would stay with me. He would keep me safe.
I wasn't sure when I passed out or even how long I was out, only that when I came to, Rylan and I were under the covers and my robe was wrapped back around me again. He was right next t
o me, but not touching me.
“Are you okay?” he asked as my eyes opened.
I shook my head and alarm flashed across his face. “You're too far away.”
Relief immediately replaced concern.
I pulled off my robe and tossed it onto the floor. “I want to feel you against me.” I turned and scooted back against him. “Will you hold me?”
His arms circled me, but his embrace was still tentative.
“It's okay,” I said. “I know I'm safe with you. Hold me tighter.”
He wrapped his body around mine. He nuzzled beneath my ear. “I've wanted to do this from the moment I met you.”
“You're not mad I've made you be so patient?”
“Jenna, love, you're worth waiting for.” He kissed the top of my head. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat to know you trust me.”
“I love you.” It was getting easier to say and I meant it more each time.
“And I love you,” he said. “Now sleep. We have all weekend together with no interruptions.”
“I like the sound of that,” I murmured. Exhaustion was getting ready to take over. I could feel it in my bones.
For once, I didn't fear sleep or what would come after. Tonight, I'd be safe from the nightmares because I was with him. He would protect me. The man I loved. As long as I had him, I was safe.
But even as sleep claimed me, I couldn't quite ignore the little voice that asked me how long this would last. How long until he realized that I didn't deserve him and he left me. I wouldn't dwell on that, I decided. I would live for every moment for as long as I was with him, no matter how short that might be.
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About the Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Las Vegas, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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