First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

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When her cries became so desperate he could no longer bear them, he positioned himself behind her and began to enter her. Unlike the man in the story, he would go slow. He would never intentionally hurt her again, no matter how out of his head with lust he was.

But Lexi had other ideas. The moment he began to move she thrust back against him, taking him all at once. He cursed as she cried out into the pillow, feeling the shockwaves as her sheath fought the brutal and sudden penetration.

He held her still as he came over her, pressing her back to his chest. One arm reached beneath her, crossing over her breasts and grabbing on to her opposite shoulder, locking her into place. “Easy, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she cried. “Easy.”

His other hand found her sensitive nub and began to caress it until the pain turned into pleasure again and he felt her inner muscles begin to work him from the inside. Only then did he begin to move, slowly at first, then increasingly faster and harder as her body grew accustomed to him.

When she came, she came so hard that he was forced to hold her up, gripping her hips while he pistoned into her harder and faster, the slap of flesh a fast, furious tempo. Ian was lost, no longer a civilized, disciplined man, but a brutal, primal beast. He gripped her tightly, needing to feel every possible inch of her against him. When his own release was imminent, he instinctively held her hips and curled his pelvis, driving deeper and harder, scraping against her most sensitive spots, forcing a second, fierce climax as he angled himself, rocketing his release right into her cervix.

Like the man in the book, darkness tinged his vision as sweat burned his eyes. He collapsed to the side, holding Lexi tightly against him, remaining joined with her. Gasping desperately for breath, he tried to make sense out of what just happened.

“Are you alright?” he choked out, suddenly fearing that he might have hurt her in his temporary loss of control.

She turned her head back to him, and the look in her eyes annihilated him. They were glowing, glowing, with pure, unconditional love. He squeezed her tighter, fighting back the urge to sob. Dear God. She loved him. He knew it, felt it as certainly as he’d ever felt anything in his life. And if there had ever been any doubt, he knew in that moment that he loved her too.

Their coupling had been so intense, so profound, that had she not been on birth control, they would certainly have created a child. The thought saddened him a little. The idea of her carrying his child sat very well with him. It was something they would have to discuss. Right after he asked her to marry him. He considered proposing right then and there, but thought better of it. He wanted to do this right. Really right. Candlelight. Roses. The most stunning ring he could find.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Lexi said sleepily a while later, Ian’s body spooned protectively around hers, still buried deep inside her as he lazily contemplated different methods of proposal.

“Who?” He could probably figure it out, but why expend the effort?

“Salienne Dulcette. The way she writes.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he agreed, too relaxed and spent to say much of anything else. She’d wiped him out, pulled everything from him. He had nothing left, except for his mind, and even substantial parts of that were out of commission at that moment. Everything else was inside her now – his body, his heart, his soul.

“I love her stuff. I have every one of her books,” Lexi continued.

“Do you?” Ian said, a spark of interest igniting. This was promising. Definitely information he could use.

“Yes. Dozens of them.”

Ian’s semi grew harder within her, though he could barely believe it. Given the force with which he’d just come, he shouldn’t be stirring again for hours. “Dozens?”

“Mmmm-hmm.”

Damn. He was going to have to start taking vitamins.





Chapter Sixteen




Dawn came far too quickly. He struggled to find a viable reason to separate himself from the heavenly goddess beside him. She fit against him so well. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm.

His dark, male musk mixed with her more delicate feminine scent, eliciting images of deep forests with shafts of sunlight peeking through; gentle breezes, moist earth, and pristine air.

And she made those whisper-light sounds in her sleep that wrapped around his heart and squeezed.