Page 184 of Forged in the Fire
Flying.
Soaring like I promised.
Bliss saturating her through as she twitched and jerked.
I kept her there for what felt like a lifetime. Until I felt the last of the aftershocks roll through her body, then I slowly settled her bare ass onto the couch and eased my fingers free.
I sat back on my heels and my hands went back to her knees so I could take her in.
“You good?” My voice was the coarsest it’d ever been.
And Brinley? She gave me this loopy, lopsided smile. The girl fully doped up on pleasure.
My chest stretched in pleasure, too, though it was a different kind.
It was the kind that murmured of pride and relief and the simmering of joy.
So fucking reckless it wasn’t funny, but fuck me, there was some stupid part inside me that wanted to make her happy.
I was fucked.
So fucking fucked.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” she mumbled around that dopey grin.
I cocked a smirk. “Told you I was going to take care of you.”
Redness touched her cheeks, Brinley going fully vulnerable.
“It turns out, I like the way you take care of me, Silas Mercer.”
“That’s good because I plan on doing it again and again.”
Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, and she sat up, that fall of hair raining around her shoulders, eyes firing with greed and interest and the barest flickers of uncertainty as she slid a hand from my stomach down to my aching cock.
Rubbing me over my jeans, she barely peeked up at my face. “It seems like maybe I need to take care of you, too.”
I choked, nearly knocked from my feet by the greed that surged through my body.
Gritting my teeth, I curled my hand around her wrist, stopping her. I knew if my dick got free of its confines, I was going to fuck her senseless, and I wasn’t positive she was ready for that.
Hell, I wasn’t sure either of us were ready for that or if we would ever really be.
My dick strained, wailing in reproach, hating that the bare specks of my conscience were cutting this off while the rest of me felt like we were just getting started.
But I had to admit, even touching her this way was bliss, and that was going to have to be enough.
“No, baby.”
Her face pinched. “You don’t…?”
I could feel the questions.
The hurt and the rejection.
I shot forward and framed her face in my hands.
The feel of her against my palms singed me all over again.
