Page 12 of Forbidden Confessions, Volume 2 (The Forbidden Volumes #1)

Rand

T he moment I bury myself inside Sophie, liquid pleasure jets down my spine. She doesn’t just feel good, she feels right. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe this is just a fling for her. Maybe she’ll walk away from me as soon as she’s safe.

But the way she’s looking at me now with her misty blue eyes full of wonder and need, I don’t think so. I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure leaving is the last thing she wants.

“Say you’re mine,” I prompt.

“I’m yours.”

I lift her up my shaft and hold her steady. She whimpers, clutching me as she attempts to wriggle her way down, but I won’t relent. Not yet. “Again.”

“I’m yours, Rand. All yours.”

The delicious whine in her voice makes me crave her even more. With a lift of my hips, I shove her down, working myself even deeper.

I hold perfectly still, letting her adjust, watching her face. “Every inch of me is buried inside you. How does it feel?”

“Perfect,” she gasps out. “You feel perfect inside me.”

And she feels fucking perfect around me. We fit together like we were made for this.

“That's my girl,” I murmur against her ear as she moves on me. “Take every fucking inch of me.”

“Yes!” Her head falls back, and the last remnants of the sunset make her body gleam golden.

“I love the sounds you make for me, that little cry in your voice.”

She keens out, once…twice. The auditory aphrodisiac pings in my brain, lighting me up like never before. I’m not jacked up on her because she’s Sophie Larsen, pop star. I’m falling head over heels because she’s sweet Sophie, the kind of woman I crave. The kind I can’t live without.

Jesus, she’s like every fantasy I’ve ever had, her gasp dripping pleasure, her lush breasts bobbing, her pussy gripping me so tight. But it’s her eyes that slay me. I see all of her, even the feelings she tries to hide.

The connection we have isn’t one-sided.

My heart kicks into high gear. “I’m falling for you.”

“I’m falling, too.”

Her confession zings me with another blast of something that feels a lot like lust…but deeper, sweeter, more enduring.

“Perfect.” We can fall together.

The thought zips through my brain, chased by a need to kiss her. I slant my lips over hers. She opens to me without barriers or hesitation. I dive deep, taking possession of her mouth, just as I’m doing to her body. She falls against me, clings to me, melts into me.

And I’m lost to her. I need more of her. All of her.

I slide my hands up her back, then grip her shoulders, using the leverage to drive deeper. Sophie gasps and meets my thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. I love that she’s claiming me too, marking me as hers.

If I had a bed, I’d lay her out, scoop her in my arms, and heap pleasure on her all night. In fact, I probably will—later. Right now, I’m all in with Sophie, stroke after stroke after stroke, lifting her up my shaft, then pulling her back down onto me as I rise up to meet her.

Every breath she takes is a soft whimper that drives me wild.

The little gasps and moans falling from her lips are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

I can’t help the rough groans escaping my throat.

She’s pulling them out of me with every movement.

We’re creating our own private concert of passion, just for us, more intimate than any music she’s ever made.

“Don’t hold back, honey.” My voice is a rough demand. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

The holiday fireworks begin, bursting big and bright over the lake. Faint oohs and aahs murmur from people near the water. Since they’re far away, I focus on Sophie.

I brace my hand on her hip and settle my thumb over her clit, teasing without mercy. She whimpers into my kiss.

She’s so sensitive, so responsive. Every circle over her sensitive button makes her clench around me tighter. “That’s it, honey. Let me feel how much you want this.” I increase the pressure, watching her face as pleasure builds. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re about to come apart for me.”

I take her tongue, penetrate her body, and tell her without words that, before I release her, I intend to own her heart.

Sophie puts up no resistance. Instead, she welcomes me deeper. Every inch of me she takes, I give her more of my soul. There’s no way I’m relinquishing her, even after I catch this predator hunting her.

Behind Sophie, the fireworks burst again, vivid and dazzling, an explosion of colors. Desire surges. Above me she tenses. Her breaths stutter. Her cunt tightens again.

“You there, honey?” She’s getting close. It’s obvious in the way her breathing changes, the way her face flushes, the way her cunt flutters around me.

“Yes,” she pants, head bobbing. “Yes!”

Thank freaking god.

“Look at me when you come,” I command roughly. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart.”

Frantically, she nods, her breaths turning even choppier as her skin takes on a rosy tint visible under the stark white light of the latest firework.

Her orgasm hits in waves—first a sharp cry as the pleasure crests, then rolling contractions that seem to go on forever.

I’m with her through every pulse, every flutter as she comes apart in my arms. That sexy red mouth of hers widens into the shape of an O as she drags in a shuddering breath and squeezes my cock mercilessly.

Her whole body trembles. Then her head falls back as another colorful explosion brightens the sky, and I cover her mouth as she screams.

Her quaking orgasm destroys the last of my self-control.

Just when I think she’s finished, another wave crashes over her, making her arch against me with a broken sob of pleasure.

I bury my face in her neck, latching on to the tender skin there, and groan through the most dazzling, destructive ecstasy I’ve ever felt in my life.

When it’s over, I struggle to slow my heartbeat. I’m flattened.

What the fuck was that? My brain is too scrambled to figure it out.

Together, we catch our breath, her forehead pressed to mine.

Slowly, my body stops pulsing. I stroke up and down her spine.

I press a soft kiss to her lips as her heartbeat gradually slows against my chest. She’s boneless in my arms, and I love that I unraveled her so completely.

I’m hoping like hell she understands that she’s mine now.

I ease back enough to brush my thumb along her cheek and stare into her eyes. The trust there stuns me. But there’s more, something a lot softer, more intimate, and…tender.

Her expression is a reflection of what I’m feeling.

And I’m happy as hell.

Does that mean what I think it means? I grip tighter, holding her even closer. “Sophie, honey?”

“I think I love you,” she admits between audible breaths.

She’s not kidding—and that’s more than all right with me.

“I think I love you, too.”

“This is crazy,” she whispers, stroking my face. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“Good,” I growl, pressing my forehead to hers. “Because I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever.”

Her smile is radiant. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

A big smile stretches across her face. “So…are the fireworks over?”

I don’t know about the ones celebrating the holiday. Ours? Not a chance. “Why?”

“I want to go back to the cottage and do that again.”

Fuck. She’s perfect for me. “Same. Let’s go.”

I lift her off my lap and set her on wobbly feet.

It takes a few moments to locate her shorts, but we finally put them on and right her tank top for the short trek to the cottage.

I’d love to strip her naked and keep her that way…

but we’ve already taken more risk with her safety and public image than we should.

Besides, this will give me the opportunity to undress her again—this time completely.

Once I’ve got my zipper up and the rest of my gear in place, I take her hand and lead her toward the cottage. “Happy?”

She grins at me. “Very. But how did you just happen to have condoms?”

“I made a calculated guess. When I texted Hal that we’d arrived to pick up the groceries, I asked him to bring a bottle of wine and a box of them.”

“They were in that bag?”

“Yep.”

“Sitting right between us?”

She looks so adorably shocked that I have to laugh. “Yep.”

“No wonder he wished you good luck.” She gives me a good-natured shake of her head.

“I wanted you.”

“I wanted you, too,” Sophie breathes. “Still, you were awfully sure of yourself.”

“I think you proved I had a reason to be.”

“I can’t argue with that.” She wobbles and reaches out for my hand with a hiss. “Ouch!”

“What?” I stop, looking on with concern.

“I just stepped on a rock.”

A glance down tells me her feet are bare. “Where are your flip-flops?”

“I don’t know. They fell off somewhere near the swing.”

Damn it. The path ahead is too rocky for her to go on. “Stay here. I’ll get them. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Thanks. I didn’t realize how rocky this path is.”

I hate to leave her alone for even as long as it takes to fetch the flip-flops. But if I don’t, her feet won’t be thanking either of us later.

With a quick jog, I reach the swing again, toeing the discarded condom under a bush while searching for the sandals.

Finally, I find the rubbery pink soles with the black glittery straps and scoop them up, then turn back for the cottage.

Behind me, more fireworks explode overhead, but I don’t mind missing out.

The pyrotechnics I want are waiting for me with Sophie.

I never imagined when I woke up this morning that I’d be Sophie Larsen’s lover and losing my heart to her by nightfall. But there’s no going back now—for either of us.

Shelving the rest of my philosophical thoughts, I lengthen my steps up the hill to get back to her side. At the top, I spot her silhouette standing in the moonlight, but she’s not alone.

Someone stands beside Sophie with a gun pointed directly at her head.