More Than Always (Book II of the Love Always series)

“I got you, didn’t I?” He arched an eyebrow and looked at her pointedly.

“What makes you think you got me?” she asked, breathily as he ran his hands under her tank top, his rough fingers tracing over her abdomen. Her skin was warm and smooth and he inched his hand further up, just below her rib cage, watching the brown specks in her eyes darken a fraction as her breathing increased.

“Oh, I definitely got you,” he said, his voice low and dark.

He trailed his hand back down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans, fiddling with the button. She sat up abruptly and leaned over him, throwing her leg over his hips so that she was straddling him.

“No, I got you,” she murmured, grinning.

She pecked his lips and his body immediately responded to her weight on top of him.

“Say it,” she whispered against his mouth.

She kissed the dent below his bottom lip and he ran his hands down her waist to her hips, pulling her tighter against him, already aroused.

“It,” he replied, enjoying her teasing. He pushed any lingering thoughts of his sister out of his mind, as he concentrated completely on Destiny, relishing the calm she provided him. It wasn’t hard to do, especially with her curves pressed flush against him.

“Say it.” She kissed his jaw, trailing her lips up to his ear.

“It.” His voice was husky and he pulled her tank top up over her belly button but she pushed his hands away.

She shook her head and leaned down again, tracing her tongue along his bottom lip before nipping it. He grinned, his groin tightening as his hands automatically returned to her hips to draw her closer. But she pulled back slightly, looking down at him, a trace of a smile on her full lips. “Say it,” she whispered.

He met her eyes, his hands on her hips as he held her still.

“You got me, baby,” he said, his eyes serious. “Completely.”

Satisfied, she leaned down and kissed him determinedly then, sliding her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly as she pressed her curves into him. She grabbed his hands, interlacing their fingers and pinning them above his head, nipping and then kissing his mouth.

He grinned, letting her take the lead for now. He loved her kitten-aggressiveness. It was such a contrast to her cool, almost shy persona with everyone else. It turned him on that he was the only one who got to see this side of her, especially after everything that she’d been through in the past few months. The way she’d blossomed with him was awe-inspiring and humbling. He considered himself to be her first in every way that mattered and though some of his boys never liked dealing with virgins because of their assumed baggage, he loved that he was the only one who had ever touched Destiny the way he did when they were together.

He liked knowing that every whimper she made, every time she dug her fingernails into his back, every time she let herself go completely it was specifically for him, and no one else. It was funny, because he never considered himself to be particularly territorial when it came to women. But then, Destiny brought out all kinds of things in him he’d never experienced before.

Brian closed his eyes, his breath catching when she moved her head to gently bite the spot on his neck that made him unable to focus on anything but her. He was already throbbing for her and he inhaled, forcing himself to calm down. They were still fully clothed and he already wanted her so badly he couldn’t focus on anything but being buried inside of her. He almost laughed—it’s not like he was some horny teenager. But Destiny affected him so thoroughly, so immediately, he had to slow himself down more often than not. He figured maybe all of the years he spent repressing his feelings for her had finally caught up.

He easily pulled his hands out of her light grasp and flipped her over, so that she was on her back. Slowly, he slid her tank top up over her head, kissing every inch of her exposed skin as he went, momentarily taking control.

“It’s so crazy, Brian,” she murmured hoarsely, sounding bothered and aroused as he made quick work of her bra.

“What?” He trailed his tongue between her breasts, her soft honey scent engulfing him.

“I was reading this article today about how to identify if you have an addiction because I’m working on that story about that singer, Horace, who’s on OxyContin…” she closed her eyes and made a small sound when his tongue finally encircled her nipple.

“Uh-huh,” he said, concentrating on getting her to make that noise again.

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