Page 74 of Crashing Into You

My feelings are getting stronger every day. I didn’t think it was possible, but each moment I’m with Claire makes me love her more. I’m going to tell her, tonight. After I’ve fucked her properly. Several times. I’ve been holding back the past few days, not wanting to hurt her. I would have abstained completely but she is irresistible, especially when she wants something.

I’m nervous about her meeting Millie, though. I’ve never brought a girl home to meet my family before, and while I had no worries about Mum, Mil is a different deal. She’s recovering, for starters and has just been through absolute shit. But when I see Claire sit down with her, the way they talk and laugh together, I think Claire might actually be the perfect person for her to talk to. After all, she understands what it’s like to have a shitty, violent ex-boyfriend that won’t get out of your life. They hug like old friends when we leave, and when Millie wraps her arms around me to say goodbye, she whispers in my ear.

“Hang on to this one, if you can.” She smiles a crooked smile, waving as we walk away.

I have no plans to let Claire go, and now we’re finally alone in our hotel suite, I plan to show her how much I missed her. Champagne cools in an ice bucket, rose petals scattered on the white bed. It’s romantic as hell and not my usual style, but it just feels normal with Claire.

She wanders around the room, her hand trailing on the petal-strewn bed. She’s wearing a little green dress with a short, flared skirt and a low V-neck, big sleeves that go in tight at the wrist. Sexy, but not too sexy for meeting family. It hasn’t stopped me from wanting to slip my hand under the skirt and find out what she’s wearing underneath.

She makes her circuit of the room and comes back to me. She kisses me softly on the cheek, then turns her back to me. “Unzip me, please.” She glances over her shoulder, those ocean eyes of hers pulling me in. My dick twitches in response. I pull my shirt over my head, and her gaze darkens.

She lifts her dark hair so I can get to the zip at the back of her dress. I undo it, tracing my tongue down her back as I go. She shivers, arching back, and I want her so badly. But I also want her to enjoy the moment. She pulls the dress from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She’s wearing black lace beneath it, a bra that pushes her breasts up and a thong that barely covers her. I kneel, taking it in between my teeth and pulling down slowly.

She giggles.

“What?” I look up at her, frowning.

“Bryce, you need to take that off me and fuck me like you mean it. Stop messing around.”

Fucking hell. This woman. I don’t know if I could love her more than I do in this moment. I stand, running my hands lightly up her body, squeezing her nipples through the lace of her bra.

“Messing around? I have no idea what you mean.”

One dark eyebrow arches, a challenge in her blue gaze. “Oh, really? Let me show you.”

Her hand comes to my chest and she backs away from me until her arm is straight, her fingertips barely touching me. She sways her hips, sinuous, her other hand running down her body, between those lush tits, then disappearing between her thighs.

“Jesus,” I blow out on a breath.

“Ooh.” She bites her lip, her eyes half-closed as her fingers get to work.

I lunge for her but she dances back, out of reach, still keeping me at arm’s length. She twists away, pulling one side of her thong down so it cuts into the soft flesh of her ass, shooting a glance at me over her shoulder. Holy fuck. I want to strip her, want to lick and suck her until she screams, want to fuck her until we both pass out.

Okay. I see what she means about messing around.

I undo my jeans, stepping out of them, getting rid of my jocks. My dick is heavy, throbbing with need, erect as all fuck. I grab a condom, rolling it on. Claire is still dancing around me, slowly pulling one strap of her bra down so her breasts threaten to overflow the cups, a rosy-pink peak popping free.

“Oops.” She pulls the strap back up, but she’s giggling so much at this point that she trips over my discarded jeans.

I catch her before she hits the ground.

“I have you now, wicked wench,” I growl, burying my face in her tits, pulling the lace of her bra aside with my teeth and sucking on her nipples.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Fuck, Bryce, yes.”

I carry her to the bed, pushing her back against the pillows, pulling off her thong. Her legs part and I bend down, swiping my tongue through her glistening wetness, drinking her in. Then I lift myself over her and enter her in one swift thrust.

Her head goes back and she cries out.

And I fuck her. Exactly like I mean it.

ChapterThirty-Four

Claire

So, this is bliss.

Bryce brushes my damp hair back from my face, kissing me softly. His hard body relaxes against mine, the heat of his skin delicious.