Page 40 of Broken Roads (Hard to Handle #1)

I can hardly breathe as he holds himself there, just barely inside me. The stretch is perfect but maddening. Not nearly enough but somehow too much all at once. My inner walls clench involuntarily, and he hisses through his teeth.

"Don't move," he warns, his voice strained. "If you move, I won't be able to stop myself."

But I can't help it. My hips roll slightly, seeking more of him, and he groans like I've physically wounded him. His grip on my hips tightens as he holds me still.

"Hailey," he growls, a warning and a plea all at once.

"I know," I whisper, my hands fisting in his shirt. "I know, but it feels so good."

He pulls back slightly, then pushes forward again, still keeping to our agreed boundary but making us both gasp at the friction. The head of his cock drags against my entrance, and I'm already so close to the edge I can taste it.

"You're going to make me come just from this," I confess breathlessly.

His gaze snaps to mine, eyes dark and wild. "Yeah? You like feeling me right here?" He punctuates his words with another shallow thrust that has me crying out. "Like knowing I'm barely holding back from burying myself so deep inside you?"

"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Please don’t stop."

He repeats the motion, establishing a rhythm that's driving me absolutely insane. Just the tip, in and out, the friction perfect and maddening. I can feel my orgasm building.

"Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter," he pants against my ear. "You're about to come for me, aren't you?"

I nod frantically, beyond words as the tension reaches a breaking point. He pulls back one more time, then pushes forward, and that's all it takes. I shatter around him with a cry that I have to muffle against his shoulder.

But he doesn't stop. As I'm still trembling from my release, he suddenly pulls out completely.

Before I can protest, he steps between my legs and positions his cock so he can thrust against me without going inside. Fingers digging into my ass, he rolls forward, the hard length of his erection effortlessly sliding through my wetness.

“Oh,” I gasp.

Because, holy shit, even though I just came, it feels so damn good.

Every nerve ending in my body lights up as he slides against me. His cock glides through my wetness, the head bumping against my clit with each thrust. I'm oversensitive from my orgasm, but it's the kind of sensitivity that makes everything feel magnified.

"Fuck," he growls, voice strained as he continues the maddening rhythm. "Feels so good."

Tilting my hips, I change the angle so he slides against me perfectly, and I can feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.

"Bradley," I gasp, hands sliding into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp. "I'm going to—"

"Give me another one, sunshine," he commands, gripping my ass tighter as he increases his pace. "Want to feel you fall apart while I'm rubbing against this perfect pussy."

His words push me over the edge. I cry out, body arching as waves of pleasure crash through me again.

"Fuck, yes," he groans.

Through the haze of my orgasm, I feel his rhythm falter. His thrusts become erratic, almost desperate, and I know he's close. The knowledge that I'm driving him to the edge sends another jolt of white-hot need through my already overwhelmed system.

Fingers digging into my skin, his whole body goes rigid. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he spills himself against my stomach with a broken groan that vibrates through me. I hold him close, feeling the tremors that run through his body while he rides out his release.

For a moment, we stay frozen like that, both of us breathing hard. Then he lifts his head, and the look in his eyes is so tender it makes my chest ache.

"That was..." he starts, then shakes his head with a breathless laugh. "Fuck, sunshine. You're going to be the death of me."

I smile, feeling more satisfied than I have in months. "Good thing I know CPR."

Laughing, he reaches for the box of tissues on my desk. With gentle hands, he cleans us both up, his touch surprisingly tender after the intensity of moments before.

Then his lips find mine in a kiss that's softer than what came before, but no less affecting. When he pulls back, there's a warmth in his eyes that makes my heart skip.

"Come camping with me tonight," he whispers. "Just you and me. Away from the ranch, away from everyone."

The invitation takes me by surprise, though it shouldn't. After what we've just shared, the idea of spending a night alone with him, under the stars, makes perfect sense. A chance to explore this connection without interruptions or time constraints.

"Camping?" I repeat, my lips curving into a smile. "As in tents and sleeping bags?"

He nods, his hands sliding to my waist. "The spot we went to last night... It’s private." His thumb traces circles on my hip. "And far enough from the house that you can be as loud as you want when I make you come."

Heat floods my cheeks, but I don't look away. "Bold of you to assume you'll be making me come."

His answering grin is slow and deliciously wicked. "Not an assumption, sunshine. A fucking guarantee."

"In that case,” I laugh. “How can I refuse?"

His smile widens, genuine joy lighting his features in a way that steals my breath. "Pack light," he advises, pressing another kiss to my lips. "You won't need much clothing."

As he helps me down from the desk and we put ourselves back together, I can't help the bubble of excitement rising in my chest. Tonight, under the stars, we'll finally have each other completely. No interruptions, no barriers, nothing but the freedom to explore.