Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Brett’s words hang in the evening air between us.
Underneath the fluffy towel, my body is on fire.
Even while I was home, visiting Lavonne in the hospital, dealing with her death, and seeing Leroy again, Brett—and our quick fuck in the car—was heavy on my mind.
I thought we were just mourning lost loves together, but once I saw Leroy, I knew it was truly over between us. He isn’t my future.
Is Brett?
Though we haven’t known each other long, I feel in my heart that he is.
This isn’t me. I’m an attorney. I analyze everything. I never let emotion take charge, but this...
Brett...
This feels right.
So right.
“I’m not going to fuck Heather,” Brett says.
I smile. “I didn’t answer your question.”
“I know. But I figured I should make it clear that while, yeah, I was going to go down on her, I had no intention of fucking her.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“But you wanted to. You said so.”
“Why, then? You knew I was coming back. Why were you going to fool around with her?”
He sighs as he cups my cheek. “Because I had to get my mind off some stuff, Sienna. But damn...” He rakes his fingers through his blond hair with his free hand. “It wouldn’t have helped, because all I’ve been able to think about is you, dancing queen.”
My cheek warms under his touch.
He drops his hand and takes mine. “Come on. I need to tell you something, and I don’t want to do it out here.”
Once we’re in Brett’s suite, he takes the towel that’s wrapped around me and gives me a robe. I slide it over my shoulders.
“I’d say I want you to stay naked,” he says, “but then I’m not sure I’d be able to keep from kissing you all over.”
“Would that be so bad?” I ask.
“Not at all, but I have something to say.” He leads me to the sofa in his living area and then sits beside me, taking my hand. “Sienna, I’m feeling something for you that I haven’t felt in twenty years.”
I swallow.
Wow.
“I’m serious,” he says when I don’t reply right away. “I’ve been with a lot of women.”
“I can imagine,” I say dryly.
“Hey, I haven’t lived as a monk. But I came here to try to find true love. We all did. It hasn’t happened for us yet, and there are probably a lot of reasons for that, but for me, a big one is that I’ve only been in love once, and it was a long time ago.”
I nod. I know. That’s why he wanted me to see if Leroy and I could still make it. And he was right. I had to know.
“The person I loved is gone,” he says, “and I never felt that same longing again...until I met you.”
I look into his beautiful blue eyes. I see a tenderness there, a flickering hope, a flame ignited by shared experiences and an unanticipated connection.
“I’m just a man, Sienna,” he continues. “I make mistakes. I’m not always clear about what’s happening in my heart. But you’ve changed all that.”
A knot forms in my chest—a tangible feeling of fear and anticipation. He hasn’t said it yet, but I think I know what’s coming.
“Sienna, I think...” He pauses, as if struggling for words.
“Yes?” I prompt softly, squeezing his hand in encouragement.
“Hell, I don’t think.” He trails his fingers over my cheek and down my neck. “I know. I know without a shadow of a doubt. I love you, Sienna. I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you.”
His confession hangs between us like a silk thread. Tears well in my eyes as I search his face for any sign of insincerity. But all I see is raw, honest emotion and vulnerability.
He’s opening himself up to me.
“Brett,” I manage to whisper, my voice choked with emotion. “Are you sure?”
He brushes away a tear making its way down my cheek. “Yes, Sienna. As sure as I’ve ever been about anything in my life.” He presses his forehead against mine.
“I love you too,” I say. “I love you so much, Brett.”
“So your future’s with me then. Not with Leroy.”
“I think maybe I already knew before I saw Leroy again,” I tell him. “I had to see Lavonne. I had to say goodbye to her. And I had to say goodbye to Leroy—for good this time. But yes. My future is with you if you want me.”
He kisses me then—hard and passionate—and in a flash my robe is off, his clothes are off, and he’s inside me.
“God, I love you,” he rasps out as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts.
I arch into him, wrap my legs around his waist, willing him to probe more deeply into me. I feel so full, so complete, so perfectly in love.
It’s different from Leroy. He was skilled, but he lacked the wild passion I feel with Brett. Brett is devouring me, taking me, fucking me into oblivion.