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Brett broke the kiss and took me by the hand. We switched off the lights as we went along, leaving darkness in our wake until we were in the bedroom. Brett laid me down on the bed, lying down next to me. He kissed me again, his body pressed along the length of mine, and I could feel his hard dick pressing against my hip as he held me tightly against his body. But despite the desire in the air, this wasn’t about sex. This was about being together after we had overcome everything that had gone wrong. This was about our relationship when we had managed to beat the odds.
Everything about the way Brett handled me and kissed me and touched me was gentle and loving, and I knew by the way he held onto me that he loved me. Brett showed me with his kisses and his touch how he felt about me, and it was more than anything he would ever have been able to say with his lips. And it was more than enough for me.
I stopped thinking about everything. Everything that had gone wrong in my life didn’t matter now because I had Brett. And my mom. I had Katie, and in a way, I guessed I also had Shane. With all the people who stood by us and supported us, what could go wrong?
Brett’s hands roamed my body, tracing my curves, touching the most intimate parts of me as if he were touching me for the first time. When I was with Brett, he made me feel like I was the only woman he had ever been with. He made me feel like I was the only woman he’d ever cared about, and it made me feel more special than I had ever felt before.
I had been raised that men couldn’t be trusted. I had been told that I needed to create my own life and become an independent woman because I couldn’t rely on men to be there for me when I needed it.
Despite everything my mom had taught me, I had found a wonderful man. I knew I could trust him. Apparently, so did my mom. Everything was right with the world, and I gave myself fully to Brett.
Chapter 29
Brett
I took Erica to my bedroom because I needed her naked and beneath me now. It wasn’t about fucking either. It was about making love. I wanted to show this woman what she meant to me. I wanted to show her how much I cared for her, and when we were sleeping together, our bodies pressed against each other so tightly, we were connected in a way I always wanted to be with her.
The night had been a success with her mother, as I had hoped it would be. Erica was finally relaxed and happy, and I knew we could tackle any obstacle together if we were as close and as sure of each other as we were now.
Erica and I lay on my bed, and I made out with her. I kissed her, tasting her, exploring her mouth while my hands roamed her body. Her breathing slowly changed, quickening as I trailed my fingertips over her body. I traced her curves, ran my hand over her stomach, spanning her ribs, and I caressed her breasts. She sighed when I ran my thumb over her nipple in circles through her blouse.
I would have loved nothing more than to rip her clothes off and take her hard and fast, but it wasn’t what this was about. I wanted to do it slowly and sensually. I wanted her to know how much I loved her.
We were going to do this life together, and I wanted her to know that I was going to be glued to her side every moment of every day for the rest of our lives. We had been together for only a short while now, but we were going to start a family together very soon, and I was going to do right by her.
Tonight, Erica gave herself over to me completely. I saw it as a sign of trust, but it was also that she was finally so calm and sure about her future that she was ready to let go of the stress and let someone else be in charge.
While I kissed her, I started undoing the buttons on her blouse. One by one, I opened them, then I pulled her shirt so that her bra was exposed. I ran my fingers over her skin, and she broke out in goose bumps when I did.
I cupped her breast and massaged it again. Erica’s chest rose and fell beneath my hand as I kneaded her breast, massaging her. Her nipple was hard in my palm through the thin, lacy material of the bra.
My dick was hard in my pants, straining for her. I wanted her so badly, but I wanted to take it easy.
I hooked my fingers into the bra cup and pulled it down, exposing her breast. I dipped my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She cried out when I did, and I ran my tongue around her nipple, licking and sucking.
