Fearless by Brynley Bush Page A

hand behind my head, pulling me down for another kiss. I nibble his lips, alternately biting and licking until he growls, “You have about ten seconds to finish what you’ve started or you’re going to find yourself flat on your back with your legs spread and me inside of you.”
    My pulse leaps at the image his words evoke.
    â€œI need you,” I say breathlessly.
    Reaching between us, I grasp him firmly in my palm. He’s as hard as stone, and huge! I have no idea how this fit inside of me last night. I shiver at the memory of him filling me, driving me wild. Closing my hand around him I squeeze gently, sliding my fist up and down the length of him.
    â€œEmmaline,” he says sternly. “I’m warning you….”
    I laugh as he groans. I like the power I have to bring him to his knees.
    I lift up onto my knees so I can guide his cock into me. His hand stops me.
    â€œCondom,” he reminds me hoarsely.
    Reaching over to the nightstand, he opens the drawer with one hand, never taking his eyes off of me, and pulls a condom out. He rips it open with his teeth and rolls it on deftly. I’m impatient now, my hands on him, positioning him against the drenched folds of my cleft. He puts his hands on my hips to steady me as I slowly lower myself onto him, taking him deep inside of me. Ah! The feel of him inside me is like coming home.
    â€œEmma,” he gasps. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
    I close my eyes as he slides deeper inside me, stretching me deliciously. Pressing his hand flat against my belly, his thumb finds my throbbing clit, and he massages it in slow, languorous circles until I’m writhing against him, wet with desire.
    â€œOpen your eyes, Emma,” he commands, and I do as he says, taking in the powerful, masculine, gorgeous man beneath me. “Keep them open. I want to watch you come.”
    Oh. I can feel the heat in my cheeks but I keep them open. I move carefully over him, sliding up a few inches and then down, tentatively at first, and then with confidence, taking him deeper into me with each downward thrust. The size of him fully sheathed inside of me is almost too much, filling me to the point that I think I can’t possibly take any more, yet somehow I still want more of him. Keeping my eyes locked on his I ride him, my hips rocking against the maddening pressure of his thumb on my clit. Desire is gathering in my core in a tightly wound ball of ferocious need, and the unbearable tension is driving me to a madness I’d never imagined. I ride him with abandon, every fiber of my being focused on release from this sweet torture.
    Beckett grasps my hips again, tilting me back ever so slightly until the tip of his cock hits a tender, aching spot deep inside me. He lifts me up slightly and then he pulls me down hard, slamming into me. I can feel every muscle in my body tighten as I contract against his cock. Time seems to stand still as I hover at that sweet precipice, then plunge over the edge, crying out his name as I convulse around him, wave after wave racking my body. Beckett rams into me one more time and then his body stiffens, his fingers fisting in my hair as he finds his release.
    I collapse on top of him, panting and spent as he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. He closes his eyes, his long lashes brushing his cheek. Normally I think it’s a waste when guys get those gorgeous long lashes, but they just make him more beautiful. We lay there, our bodies still entwined, until I remember Nikki. How did I forget? I pull away abruptly.
    â€œOh crap! What time is it?”
    Beckett lifts himself up slightly on one powerful forearm.
    â€œIt’s eight,” he says.
    â€œThank goodness,” I say, collapsing back against him. We’re face to face now, mere inches from each other, and I can’t believe I’m here with him, so close I can see the flecks in his coffee colored eyes.
    â€œWhat time do