nightstand for protection and she saw his eyes darken when
he spotted the half-empty box of condoms. “Is there a problem?”
The muscle in
his jaw twitched, and he closed his eyes. “No problem.”
She rolled the
latex over his hard shaft, her lips tipping up when he drew a deep
breath. He was under her control, and it must be killing him. “Kiss
me.”
Brent seized
the back of the head, pulling her face toward his. “Let’s do this
my way. Please.”
His quiet plea
almost broke her, but she knew if she gave in, he would bulldoze
her orderly life and everyone in it. “No.” Instead of trying to
coerce her with words, he used his mouth to stoke the sparks of her
desire until it was a full blown firestorm. “You don’t play fair,
Armstrong,” she panted, guiding his shaft inside her.
“Neither do
you.”
Ava eased him
in slowly, enjoying his reaction while trying to regulate her own.
If he knew she was as affected as he was, he would use it as
leverage to gain the upper hand. “Open your eyes.”
He did as she
instructed, but his eyes were cold and dark, as though he was
trying to prevent himself from succumbing to the pleasure. “I hate
this.”
“Then I’m not
doing it right,” she said, rolling her hips.
His hands
fisted in the sheets. He was honoring her rule about not touching
her until she gave him permission. “Sweet Jesus.”
“How does that
feel?” she asked, losing herself. The rules of the game shifted as
soon as she’d surrounded him. Having his hands on her was the only
thing that mattered anymore.
“Incredible.”
He bared his teeth. “You’re enjoying this power trip, aren’t
you?”
“Touch me.”
“No.”
Her breath
tripped when she spotted the smug satisfaction in his eyes as he
laced his hands behind his head. “Excuse me?”
“Not until you
promise you won’t play these games again.”
He had gall,
not that she was surprised. He was used to getting whatever he
wanted, whenever he wanted it. She had to teach him a lesson about
turnabout and fair play. “Like hell.” She braced her hands on his
chest and eased off of him.
“Don’t even
think about it.” He grabbed her waist and flipped her on her back
as he mounted her. “Neither of us are leaving this room until we’re
both satisfied. It may take days.”
Ava couldn’t
ignore the sensation prompted by his deep penetration. A decade was
a long time. She’d had other lovers since she gave Brent her
innocence, but none had given her the same indescribable sense of
fulfillment, of completion.
“I’ve seen you
like this a hundred times, when I wake up or I’m on the verge of
falling asleep.” He framed her face with his hands as his body
worked its magic to bring her back to the time and place it all
began. She closed her eyes and let his words seep into her
soul.
His body moved
so slowly, so gently, as though he wanted to prolong the experience
as long as he could. “Sometimes when I’m in the middle of a crazy
day and everything’s going wrong, I close my eyes to see your smile
and hear your laughter, and it eases my stress.”
His quiet
admission twisted around her heart. He’d thought of her over the
years, perhaps as often as she’d thought of him. Maybe she’d given
herself to the right man the very first time. The room filled with
the sounds of their bodies coming together, passionate kisses,
whispered moans and pleas, and finally Ava’s release followed by
his.
The last words
she heard before she drifted off were, “I’m still crazy about you,
Ava.”
Chapter
Four
When Brent woke up
with Ava’s warm body curled around his, he realized he could get
used to that.
She moaned
before pressing a kiss to his chest. “I should make us some
breakfast and hit the shower. I have a busy day and I’m sure you do
too.”
Suddenly
mergers, takeovers, and acquisitions didn’t sound as appealing as
lying there and wasting the day away with her. “I can spare another
hour.” He grinned
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