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Brit froze, and her hand fell on his chest like a cold paper weight. He never spoke of Violet much, and she couldn’t tell if that was good or bad. Now, she selfishly worried about the status of their until then blissful relationship. What did that mean?
“Looking back, I’ve made more mistakes with her than I could remember.”
Brit cleared her throat. “We all do.”
“Being a doctor’s partner isn’t easy. I was selfish at times. I didn’t see how she hurt after having Trevor,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Brit disentangled from him and sat on the bed, pulling the sheet over her body. “I’m sorry,” she said, unsure about what else to say. “Would you do things differently today?” she asked. If he said yes, she’d remind him that meant he changed, and there was no need to dwell on the past.
“Yes,” he said, propping on his elbow to see her. The intensity in his eyes weakened her knees. She shuffled on the bed, finding it hard to stay still. “I’ll do it differently with you, Brit.”
Hope expanded her chest. “What do you mean?” She had an idea, but damn it, she needed to hear from him.
“I’m ready to tell the kids about you, and whoever the hell wants to know. I’m not letting you go anywhere, my Brit,” he said, pulling her down on the bed and rolling on top of her. The way he looked at her pinned her with more force than his arms on her wrists. “You’re mine.”
You’re mine. His words danced in her ears like a delicious jazzy song. She was, yes, his. Little bubbles of happiness went to her head, warming her heart. She bobbed her head forward, and he took her lips, swiping his tongue in between them, and thrusting his tongue inside her. His kiss started slow and languid, and gradually shifted into a passionate, lusty event. She squirmed under him, but he kept her still, holding her wrists with his hand.
* * *
His.She was his and he wouldn’t let her go. With his free hand, he explored her body, whispering his fingers over her neckline, then lowering them to cup her breast. She arched her body to him, filling his palm with her breast. Groaning, he slid his finger over her tummy, caressing her soft flesh, then purposely drove it between her legs.
God, he loved her—loved her. How else could he explain the growing sentiment each time he saw her? The admiration, the ways she made him a better person. Coming here hadn’t just surprised her—it surprised him. He’d realized a few days without her were unbearable, bringing an emptiness to his heart that the lack of Violet had never done.
His Brit. He loved her laugh, her eyes, her dimples.
He loosened his grip on her wrists until he let her go completely. She flipped positions, sliding on top of him and straddling him. He caressed her legs, and she wasted no time and positioned the tip of his cock into her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds. A hot need arrowed down the pit of his stomach, and he groaned, eager for more.
The cinnamon irises darkened to a rich chocolate, and she parted her lips. Moans escaped from them, only increasing his arousal one notch higher. When she welcomed all of him inside her, they both growled at the same time, the sensation too good. He touched her hips, egging her on to move, encouraging her to sway back and forth to find her pleasure.
She began riding him, her inner walls contracting around his cock. He lifted his hands to her large, full breasts. He cupped them, played with them, and teased the delicious nipples, catching them between his thumb and the index finger.
Whimpering, she leaned into his hands, while sensually undulating her hips—rocking them and taking him deeper into her, then withdrawing just enough for him to nearly beg for her return. Each time she repeated the sinful movement, she sent him one inch closer to the precipice of orgasming. So, so very close.
He dragged one hand down, sliding it in between her legs until he found her swollen clit. Without stopping teasing her breast, he flicked the bud of nerves, working it, playing with it to take her over the edge. He always loved how responsive she was, and now was no different—she upped the pace, no longer sending him to the edge. She shoved him, pushed him, thrust him a second closer to the undeniable rapture.
Painfully aware he didn’t have much time, he dragged his hand from her breast to her mouth, and slipped his index finger past her lips. She sucked him, eyes firmly on his, sexy as hell.
A tremor of excitement started on his fingertip, shooting up his arm. She grazed her teeth over his skin, enhancing the already mind-altering sensation. In retaliation, he pinched her nipple, and the most delightful whimper filled the air.
“Damian, I can’t—”
“Come, baby, come,” he urged her.
She nipped his finger, and intensified the tempo, driving him crazy, until she sank her teeth on his finger, actually biting him, announcing her climax. The ache she provoked stabbed at him, but seeing her lose control on top of him, her face flushed and body quivering, replaced any trace of pain.
He contracted for a moment, muscles stiffened so hard he almost cramped, then succumbed to pleasure. Joining her, they both spasmed, calling each other’s names until she fell on top of him. He ruffled her hair, his sweaty skin molding to hers as he still vibrated inside her pussy.
“You know how you said me coming here was the best surprised you’ve ever gotten?” he said, playing with her hair.
She hummed.
He kissed the top of her head. “Well, you’re the best surprise that I’ve ever gotten,” he said, and he could swear he felt her smile against his neck.
* * *
“Thanks for dropping me off,”Brit said when he parked in front of her place.
“Are you sure you don’t want to grab Libby and come over to mine? I can order some pizza,” he said, in a last attempt to get her to go with him.
