Worth the Wait (Picking up the Pieces #4) (7 page)

It wasn’t a request, but I couldn’t have denied him even if it had been. I
wanted
to go home with him. I wanted more of what he was making me feel. I wanted everything his body was offering.

I nodded vigorously, unable to form words as he assaulted every one of my senses. As quickly as his heat had wrapped around me, it disappeared, leaving me shivering against the cold metal of the car. The locks beeped and he pulled me against his body to open the door. I’d barely been able to form a coherent thought when he lifted me up like I weighed nothing and deposited me in the passenger seat. Leaning over me to buckle the seatbelt, he then slammed the door shut and jogged around to his side. In a matter of seconds, the jeep sprung to life and we were peeling out of the parking lot. I counted down the minutes—five in all—before he pulled into a dimly lit driveway. I’d never been happier to live in such a small town. Any longer of a drive and I probably would have had enough time to talk myself out of what I was about to do.

Throwing the car in park and turning the key, he jumped from the driver’s side and all but ran to my door, ripping it open and pulling me from my seat. He hoisted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me up a sidewalk and a small set of stairs.

“I can walk, you know,” I panted, still breathless from being so close to him as he fumbled with his keys, no doubt trying to get the door unlocked. I almost cried out in relief when I heard to sound of the deadbolt turning.

“Not letting you go, beauty,” he muttered, his lips still trailing over my neck. “Won’t risk you running away from me.” The instant we passed the threshold, he had me pinned against the wall by the front door, grinding his hard length between my legs just like he had in my fantasies. I was sure my wet panties were about to melt away from my body.

“Not going anywhere,” I breathed as I writhed against him, desperate for the release he’d been silently promising since we’d left the bar.

My hand snaked from around his neck, down his chest, across the ripples of his abs until I reached the stiff bulge behind the fly of his jeans.

“Take it out,” he growled against my lips as his hips thrust back and forth between my legs, rubbing against me in the most deliciously erotic way. I didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter than I already was, but his words proved me wrong.

With him holding my weight against the wall with his hips, I was able to free up both hands. They shook as I worked the belt and button of his pants, causing me to fumble a bit, but when I finally got his silky hard-on free, several thoughts crossed my mind.

First, how the hell was
that
ever going to fit? I’d never had anything to compare Lance to, but Brett made what Lance was working with look amateurish. Second, was I really doing this? Was I really about to put myself out there to have a one-night stand with a man I hardly knew?

When his head tipped back on a guttural groan as I stroked up his thick shaft and he told me, “God, beauty. You’re fuckin’ perfect,” the answer to my question was a resounding
yes
. I
was
about to have sex with this man. Hot, sweaty, animalistic—god willing—sex. And my one track mind couldn’t wait.

Taking my cues from how his body locked up and the intoxicating sounds he was making, I tightened my grip and sped up my hand. At that very moment, I wanted nothing more than to throw Brett over the edge. My earlier beers no longer affected me; I was drunk on the power of what I could do to this strong man.

“Stop.” One of his hands holding me under my butt, grabbed hold of my wrist to stop my actions. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna come before I can get inside you.”

At his words, my sex clenched with the thought of having him inside my body and I let out a whimper of desire. Pulling me from the wall, he moved quickly to what I could only assume was the bedroom. Never in my life had I undressed as fast as I did the moment my feet hit Brett’s bedroom floor. Clothes whipped off in a flurry of action, and I was pretty sure my panties were torn to shreds as he ripped them from my body, unwilling to wait for me to pull them down. Buttons flew across the room as he tore his shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder without a care. The second I was in nothing but my skin, he lifted me up and tossed me to the center of the bed like a rag doll, and a part of me—a part that would never willingly admit it aloud—loved his alpha-caveman behavior. Had it been Lance, Lord knows I’d have probably been terrified, but something in Brett’s eyes called out to me, letting me know he wasn’t going to hurt me. I watched in awe as his huge body climbed over mine, every corded muscle, every dip in his tantalizing skin making me even wetter for him.

“Jesus, baby. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he mumbled as he leaned over me to reach into his nightstand drawer. The crinkle of the condom wrapper echoed through the room and I stared, transfixed as I watched him rip it open with his teeth and slide it over his cock. Once he was covered, he used his knees to spread my legs wide and settled his hips between mine. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could possibly go.

“Fucking
shit,
” he shouted between clenched teeth at the same time I cried out, unprepared for the way he stretched me open.

He froze over me, holding himself up on his strong arms as he looked down. “Christ, beauty. Am I hurting you?”

“Just…just gimme a minute,” I breathed. “It’s been a while. And you’re…bigger…than my ex.”

“I’ll stop, Kenzie. If it’s too much, I’ll stop. Just say the word. I don’t want to hurt you.”

As he spoke, my walls relaxed, allowing the slight pain to subside, leaving an intense pleasure in its place.

“Don’t stop. God, don’t stop. I need you to move. Please move, Brett.”

“Anything you want, beauty.”

With that, he pulled out, only his thick head remaining inside, before shoving back into me, pulling a loud moan from deep within my chest. As he pumped into me over and over again, all I could think was that sex had never felt this good.
Never
. Brett had a gift when it came to this. Within just a few minutes, I was teetering precariously at the edge of a release so strong I was likely to pass out.

“
Brett
,” I whimpered as our sweat-slicked bodies moved together.

“So. Fuckin’. Perfect,” he bit out with each slam of his hips. “Nothing like it, beauty. Nothing fuckin’ like it.”

His words sent me over, yelling out his name repeatedly mixed with a few unintelligible words.

“That’s it, Kenzie. Come for me, baby. I can feel you. I’m so fucking close.”

Two more deep thrusts and he drove himself to the hilt, shouting out my name like a curse before burying his face in my neck and biting down, causing my walls to spasm as my orgasm dragged out even longer. His cock twitched as the last of his release filled up the condom. When he finished, he collapsed on top of me, nuzzling the crook of my neck until we were both able to function again.

Good Lord. That was the best sex I’d ever experienced in my life, and as I lay there, the euphoria slowly creeping away, reality took its place. The realization of what just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. The steel and barbed-wire reinforced walls carefully positioned around my heart shot back into place. I got what I wanted; now I needed to move on. But something deep in the back of my mind was arguing with me, telling me what I
wanted
was more than just one night with Brett.

That tiny part of my subconscious was why I knew I needed to escape. It was best that I made a hasty retreat as it became all too clear that, if I let it go any further, I could seriously fall for this man.

And that was the most terrifying thought of all.

I was pretty certain I was dead. Had to be. No man on the face of the Earth could live through an orgasm like that. When I came, I was sure the back of my head blew right the fuck off. Hell, if my dick wasn’t
still
twitching, I’d have been convinced I was in Heaven. Once I was right-minded enough to realize I was probably crushing Kenzie, I made a conscious effort to roll off the poor girl.

That was my first mistake.

The minute she wasn’t holding my weight, she shot off the bed like her ass was on fire.

“Hey,” I said, reaching out to snag her arm, but she was already too far away. “Where do you think you’re going?” I smiled as I watched her sexy ass bounce as she darted around the room.

“I need to get home,” she answered, never once making eye contact as she picked up her underwear. Seeing they were ripped to hell, she threw them down, grabbed her jeans and pulled them on before going for her bra. Usually, the thought of a woman not wearing any panties under her clothes was enough to get me hard as a rock, but I couldn’t get past what she’d just said. My smile quickly vanished as I climbed from the bed and pulled my own pants back on, also sans underwear.

“What are you talking about? I’m nowhere near done with you.” I walked to her and reached out, pulling her against my chest as her eyes darted around the floor, no doubt searching for her shirt.

“I have to get back to my kids.” She tried to pull away, but I wasn’t having any of that. The woman had just blown my mind yet she was running? Like hell. I’d finally gotten a little taste of what I’d been craving for weeks on end. There was no way in hell I was giving that shit up. I was already addicted.

“Beauty,” I spoke softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and tipping her chin up so I could see into her beautiful hazel eyes. “It’s all right. Just call Lizzy and explain. I’m sure your kids are down for the count. I’ll take you back to your car in the morning. Hell, I’ll even set the alarm so we get you there before they wake up. They’ll never know the difference.”

Her eyes widened before a laugh escaped her kiss-swollen lips. “Are you kidding? Brett, I can’t just leave my kids with some random person all night. What kind of mother would that make me?” She pulled away from me and snatched her shirt off the floor, jerking it over her head and covering her made-for-sin body.

“Liz isn’t some random person,” I told her, my anger rising at her brushoff. “She’s your friend. You can trust her. Your kids love her and she loves them. I’m not seeing the problem here.”

She looked at me like I was speaking in tongues before her eyes narrowed into angry slits. “The
problem
, Brett, is that I’m
here
when I should be home with my children.”

I took a step back at her suddenly venomous tone. “Are you fuckin’ shitting me right now? We just had sex all of one minute ago and you’re already fuckin’ bailing. What the hell is that, Kenzie?”

“It’s called a one-night stand, Brett. I’m pretty sure you know how those work.”

At her biting words, my anger went from a simmer to a rolling boil. “A one-night stand? Are you out of your goddamn head, woman? That…” I said, swinging my finger over to my disheveled bed, “was not a one-night stand!” The more I spoke the louder my voice got and I quickly saw that was my second mistake as soon as she recoiled away from me. I tried to get myself in check and took a step toward her, but she quickly backed up.

“Please take me back to my car.”

Her Ice Queen persona was setting me off like nothing ever had before. What was wrong with her? How could she not see that what just happened in my bed wasn’t a fluke? It wasn’t a one-time deal. It was proof that the two of us were
more
than perfect together. I was so pissed I didn’t think before I spoke.

“I see how it goes. You got off and the sweet, sexy woman I just fucked is gone. The bitch is back.”

And using that one word was my third and final mistake. I could see it the moment those shutters behind her eyes slammed back down, effectively closing me out.

“Take me back to my car. Now,” she demanded coldly. That was when I knew I’d lost her, but I was too fucking mad to care at that point. She wanted to be gone? Fucking fine by me. I was more than done with her shit for one night.

I laughed caustically and ripped my shirt over the top of my head. “You got it,
babe
.” I stomped from the room and grabbed my keys, heading through the front door without even looking back to see if she was still behind me.