Page 25 of Accidentally Mine

He applied a soft suction to my clit, drawing it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

He sucked until I lost all inhibition, and all I could think was that I wanted more, more, more.

I pulled his head closer, and he smashed his face into me, impaling me with his tongue, deeper and deeper.

I canted my hips upward to meet his glorious, wicked mouth. His dark eyes met and held mine, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of my undoing.

His mouth and his gaze on me combined, and I felt the seams holding me together bursting, one by one.

My eyes rolled back as I came undone, sensations overpowering me as an orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt before ripped through my body.

I wailed, coming hard and fast, my heartbeat thundering through my body as I exploded around his tongue.

“Oh, god, Brent!” I cried out, the sensations too much. “No more,” I groaned as my hips tried to escape him practically on their own.

But he didn’t let me go. He took it upon himself to dig in deeper, planting his mouth fully on my core and sucking, triggering another endless orgasm. I threw my head back, stunned by how quickly and easily he’d rocked my world.

When he’d sucked me dry, he sat back, a smug smile on his glistening face. “Oh, there’s going to be more,” he said. “When I get done with you, you won’t know whether you’re coming or going. But trust me, you’ll be coming.”

His words were naughty, and I couldn’t believe what they did to me, spoken intimately between us. New desire twisted in my core.

“How do you do this to me? I want you. Want you so bad.” I sat up and kissed him with everything I had, tasting myself on his warm tongue.

I was salty and musky but not bad. Actually, it turned me on even more.

To think, I’d once thought Anthony was everything.

Every moment I spent with Brent was quickly showing me how wrong I was.

I’d never been so thrilled to be proven wrong.

I watched as he sat upon the edge of the bed, slowly removed his cuff links and laid them on the night table with the precision of someone simply turning in for the night. He did it too slowly. How could he have so much control? Every cell in my body was already throbbing again for him.

Deciding to take control, I got to my knees and grabbed his shirt, tearing at the buttons. He chuckled and stilled my hands, helping me until we worked each button open. When the shirt was on the floor, I gazed at the perfection in front of me, then stilled.

There was a ragged, angry red slash starting at his throat and trailing down over one pectoral, stopping at the top of his ribcage. But even so, his torso was perfection. Tanned and taut, lean and athletic. The scar made him look tough. Like a warrior about to conquer me.

I licked my lips, then switched to his slacks, clumsily fumbling with his belt in my urgency.

“We have all night, you know,” he said in amusement as I got the belt undone. He stood and stripped off his pants, kicking off his shoes and sliding the pants down off his hips.

But I felt starved. Driven. I shook my head. “I need you in me. Now.”

He reached for my face, cupping it in his hands. “I’ll be there, baby. Just let me take my time and enjoy you.”

I nodded, shivering, as he tilted my head back farther, dropping hot kisses on my face, my nose, my forehead.

I forced my hands to my sides, trying to be good as he backed away and began to push his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs.

He dropped them to the floor as I gazed at him, hungrier than I’d ever been in my life.

Oh, god, he was gorgeous, with a cock so long and thick it worried me a little.

It was pointing directly at me, and my fingers twitched to touch the skin-covered steel.

I reached for him as he climbed back on the bed and trailed my fingers up his hard abs and pecs.

He eased my dress down over my hips and then peeled it off, lifting one leg, then the other, until I was free and I lay there in the middle of his giant king-size bed.

His cock, stiff between us, pressed over my mound as he covered me with his body, his mouth, his hands.

I ran my palms down the muscles of his back, feeling them flex as he adjusted himself over me.

“Now,” I ordered as he dragged his mouth lower, over my body, tasting me, as he’d promised, everywhere.

He swept his dark hair back from his forehead, using one arm to keep from crushing me beneath his weight. I hooked one leg over his ass and pulled him down to me, spreading my legs, not caring how desperate I appeared.

“What do you want?” he ground out, teasing me with an almost sadistic smile as his cock pressed with urgency into my sex. The tip, pulsing and probing, radiated warmth between my legs, driving me wild, making me squirm with need, my hips rocking of their own accord. “You want this?”

I nodded eagerly.

As if to taunt me, he sat back and started fumbling in the night table drawer. A second later, I watched as he ripped the square packet with his teeth. A condom. Of course. I was so rusty when it came to this, I’d completely forgotten.

He pulled it out and rolled it on one-handed, his body never leaving contact with mine. He spread my legs and settled his weight between them. His sheathed tip pressed between my legs as he growled, saying words I couldn’t comprehend.

“Please,” I begged, but before I finished the word, he pushed inside me, inch by maddening inch. My eyes held his, widening as he slowly slid inside me, stretching me all the more. He was so long, so hard, and so alive inside me.

One of his hands twisted into my hair. “God, Roselynn, you feel so damn good.”

I gasped, curling my legs around him, clenching him to me with everything I had as I pressed my mouth to his jaw. He pulled out, and before I could react, drove back in, his hands spanning my waist, holding me immobile.

“More,” I keened.

His gaze turned dark and feral, clenched with desire. “I want it too, baby. Just as much as you do.”

I dug my fingers into his back, moving my hands over his muscular shoulders and thick biceps as he began to drill into me. The look on his face was deliciously raw and intense. A sheen of sweat on his forehead. The tendons in his neck tight in concentration.

The man knew what he was doing. I’d had one lover before, and I thought I’d seen a lot, but Brent was quickly showing me how little I knew about sex.

He shifted to kneeling on the bed, fastening a hand on my ankle and drawing me closer. He spread me open for him even farther, thrusting harder, finding a place inside me that had long been hidden that made my whole body come alive.

I’d heard women supposedly had a G-spot, but until now, I thought I might’ve been born without it. This man uncovered it for me, and zeroed in. Again and again, hitting that exact spot like he’d put it there himself.

I grasped his arms, moving with him, pulling his head down so our lips could meet.

He picked up speed, the bed shaking and the headboard pounding against the wall.

The edges of my vision blurred. I moaned louder, my breasts bouncing as I stroked my fingers along the indentations of his muscular ass.

The friction spiraled out to my extremities, turning my entire body into a bundle of nerves.

Every time he rocked his hips into me, it became more raw, beautiful and untamed.

“You’re beautiful, Roselynn,” he said, watching me with his hot, intense eyes. “I love watching you come.” His eyes bore into mine as he reached down between us and flicked a finger over my clit.

I came undone, screaming as another orgasm ripped through me, this one even more powerful than the last. With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pulled myself up until my breasts where pressed into his chest, grasping his smooth shoulders until the orgasm released me from its grasp.

Sagging back onto the bed, I pulled him down until he fully covered me, his weight pushing me into the mattress. He didn’t stop moving, driving, filling me up as I sank my teeth into the sweat covered skin of his shoulder, tasting his perfect salty sweetness.

One moment we were fucking and biting and growling, our wet bodies fused together with sweat. The next moment, he was shuddering, cock jerking inside me as he came, the sensation sending me flying over that edge again, screaming so loud that I swore the walls shook.

He let out a long groan, every muscle in his body tensing as he held himself deep inside me for a moment, gripping me to him with his powerful hands, his forehead pressed into my shoulder.

I kept coming, every pore in my body screaming out a release so intense that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. But even so, I’d die happy.

But I wasn’t dead. In fact, I’d never felt more alive than in that moment. And as Brent rolled onto his elbow and ran a finger down my breastbone to my abdomen, the world had never seemed so vivid.

“For the record, Rebel,” he breathed, “your aunt was wrong. You’re far from frigid. In fact, you’re perfect.”

I laughed, pure joy filling me with the compliment. His skin was luminous in the moonlight, covered in a light sheen of sweat. I ran my finger down the ragged scar. “What’s this from?” I asked softly.

He fell onto his back, a low, bitter laugh escaping his throat. “I’m not perfect.”

Pushing to my elbow, I kissed the very top of it, right below the hollow of his throat. “I beg to differ,” I said. “That performance was…um, just…wow. There are no words for what you just did to me.”

He laughed, the sound sexy. “What we did to each other.”

“You’ve clearly had a lot of experience in pleasing women,” I said, knowing I was headed into dangerous territory. But he knew my history. I had little experience with men. It was only fair I know his.

Turning onto his side to face me, he circled my nipple with a finger, causing a new heat to flare in my belly already. “Not that much, no. But there was one woman I especially wanted to please.” He flicked his tongue over the taunt nipple. “Glad to see I accomplished that mission.”

“Oh, you did.” My gaze went back to the scar. Try as I might to stop looking at it, my attention kept catching on it.

And he noticed. “I was in a car accident about two and a half years ago.” He lifted his head, put my hand on his skull. I felt a raised area there, like a semi-circle. A scar. God. It must have been some car accident. Horrible.

Two and a half years ago?

Something prickled at the back of my neck. “What happened?”

“I was on the Pike, going home from the office late at night, and a westbound semi crushed the median and hit me head-on.”

I stared at him, my body suddenly stiffening. “Oh, my god. How did that happen?”

“Someone tried to cut off the trucker and he lost control of his rig.” Brent had his arm around me and was slowly stroking the skin of my upper arm. I’d felt so good, only seconds before. Now, nausea bubbled in my throat.

“Oh, my god.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. No words would come that wouldn’t betray the swirl of emotions forcing their way through my head and heart right then.

Brent was the man. The man in the Porsche. The man I’d nearly killed.

“I’m okay,” he said, sensing my distress. “Yeah, it was a long road to recovery, but I’m alive. And in okay working order. Well, for the most part.”

I swallowed the massive lump in my throat. I sat up and looked into his eyes to see if there was any hint of a lie in them. “You are?”

“Yeah. Might not have been, if it weren’t for the woman with the turquoise eyes.”

I blinked at him. “Who?”

He shrugged. “I had a brain injury from the accident that messed with my memory, so my sister thinks it’s just something I made up in my head.

But I swear this woman was there. She helped me out of the wreckage and called the police, and then she just left.

” He gazed into my eyes. “Her eyes were like yours.”

I looked away, my heart beating double-time.

“I wish I could find her so I could thank her. But I don’t even know if she exists.” He reached over and touched my face. “That was why, when I saw you, I acted like a crazy man. I thought you might be her.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not,” I said quickly, feeling sick from the lie. “But I’m glad you’re okay.”

I curled up beside him, my head on his chest, and wondered how long I could keep lying to him. Because after tonight, I knew that just walking away from Brent McKee wasn’t an option.

But maybe that was fate. Maybe that was karma, showing me there was no escape from what I’d done.

He had a scar over his heart. And maybe I deserved one on mine.