His to Keep (Beauty and the Brit) (27 page)

She spun to face him and stroked the hollow of her throat with one finger. “Promise?”

“No.” Iain quickly shucked his jacket, waistcoat, tie, and shirt. Why did he always wear so many goddamned clothes? A right encumbrance. When Brynn started to remove her blouse, Iain placed a hand on her arm to stop her. “My job.”

She watched as he shed the rest of his clothes with haste. Now he stood before her, naked, hard, ready.

“Iain.”

“I love to hear you say my name, Brynnie.”

She grinned as he approached the bed. “Iain Chapman.”

“Who’s going to fuck you?”

Her eyes changed to that stormy color that he adored. “You are, Iain.”

He grabbed her shirt by the stretchy shoulders and tugged, freeing both breasts. He was mouth level with her nipples. How very convenient.

Pinning her arms behind her back, he feasted on one—sucking hard and nibbling softly—then he’d go to work on the other. Brynn swayed toward him, her balance shaky on the mattress. With his free hand, he untied the apron, then went to work on the button and zipper of those tiny shorts. They were nearly obscene, and yet Brynn managed to look innocent no matter what she wore.

Still keeping her wrists penned, he yanked down her shorts and brushed aside her tiny little thong—pink with a bow right over her mound. Bloody adorable. He leaned down to kiss the little satin bow, then removed her knickers with his teeth.

Laughing, Brynn leaned her torso against him while he worked them off of her. When she stepped out of her shorts and knickers, she kicked them off the bed.

Iain stared up at her, awestruck. He’d never encountered anyone like her. She was a one-off, and so lovely it made his heart ache. For some stupid reason, she liked him. Of course he couldn’t betray her. He was a twat for thinking he could go through with it.

As he continued to gaze at her, the apples of Brynn’s cheeks turned a charming shade of pink. She pushed against him and straightened. Iain finally let go of her hands, grabbed her blouse, and slid it down her body. She was a fucking dream, standing there with her hair falling out of the topknot. “Turn around.” A tiny smile played on her lips as she obeyed. They seemed to be made for each other. A perfect fit. “Spread your legs wide.” Iain held on to her hips to keep her stable. Placing his hands on both of her ass cheeks, he kneaded them. “That apron really did it for me.”

She laughed, then yelped when he nipped her bum. “I’ll wear it more often.”

“See that you do, love.” He gave her ass a sharp tap. “Now, bend over. Palms on the bed.”

Brynn tipped over and spied him from the narrow opening between her legs. She was a stunner. Stepping closer to the bed, he splayed his hands across her ass. He leaned forward, gave her a long, slow lick. Her breath audibly hitched, and he smiled.

With Brynn, Iain felt vital, alive—like he’d been living in some kind of bleak, gray world for years and now the clouds had lifted. He knew that sounded idiotic, even as it popped into his mind. He’d never admit it out loud, but Brynn made him look up from his life and realize that everything around him was made of colors and textures.

God, he loved this woman.

He slid his hand down her outer thigh. She rewarded him with a moan. She was so trusting, his Brynn. She knew he’d never hurt her, would only bring her pleasure. It was humbling, that trust, and he’d violated it before they’d even met. Iain closed his eyes and pushed the thought away. He wanted to be in this moment, right now, rubbing Brynn’s tight, naked ass.

With one finger, he traced the bumps of her lower spine, over the curves of her bum, all the way down to her lovely slim legs. Then he reversed himself and swatted her pussy lightly. She hissed, letting him know how much she liked it.

“Spread your knees farther apart, Brynnie.”

She did, opening herself up to him. What a sight. Brynn, bare to him. Willing to take whatever he gave her. Iain wanted to bring her nothing but satisfaction.

He placed his hands on either side of her ass and parted her. Her inner lips glistened. Wet. Swollen. Hungry. But he wasn’t ready to touch her there, not yet.

He concentrated on her pussy, spanking just hard enough to sting. “You love that.” It wasn’t a question. It never was. Iain simply stated facts. He knew what she liked, how she liked it. By now, he was as familiar with her body as he was his own.

“Yes.” She sounded breathless. “Harder? Please?”

Iain tapped her ass again, firmer this time, until his hand stung. Then he slapped her pussy once more. The sounds of his palm against her flesh made his cock ache. He alternated, never staying in one place for long and switched up light, soft raps with sharper smacks. Brynn’s ass was now pink in some places, redder in others, and she was wetter than before.

He reached around and cupped her breasts. Brynn’s breath quickened as he played with her nipples. Those gorgeous, plump nipples.

“Iain.” She pressed her bottom against his chest. “Please make me come.”

“Oh, I plan to, love. Say the words. Let me hear them.”

“Fuck me, Iain.” She groaned his name, pleading.

How he loved seeing her like this—unashamed, bold, ready to take him. His bashful girl liked getting spanked and was using dirty words to tell him what she wanted. “You want my cock. All of it. Hard and fast.” Iain slid his hands to her stomach. She was a little ticklish, so he lightly trailed his fingers over her ribs, causing her to squirm a bit. Then he returned once again to her sweet bottom, changing up the pressure with each tap, careful not to be too rough. Her toned muscles clenched and her moans grew louder. “I’ll give it to you, then. When I’m ready.” He finally stopped and let her rest for a moment. “You’re a wild one when you want to be.”

She glanced at him from over her shoulder. “You make me that way.”

“You were never meant to sit on the sidelines, Brynnie. You’re too special for that.”

Brynn hung her head downward, not speaking for several seconds. “Please, Iain?” Her vocal cords sounded shredded.

She was on the edge. He’d barely need to touch her before she fell apart. Iain glided his hand up her thigh before sliding two fingers into her sweet, plump cunt. Brynn was so ready for him—hot and tight and wet. He worked those fingers in and out of her pussy. When he felt she was ready, Iain slipped in a third finger.

She hunched her back. “God, that feels good.”

With his other hand, Iain caressed the globe of her ass. Her skin was hot to the touch. Lightly, he slid that hand around her hip, until it rested on top of her mound. He worked his hands in tandem, his fingers pumping while his other hand pressed downward, applying pressure. In seconds, Brynn came, flexing her shoulders and rolling her hips.

“Iain.”

“I’m right here, darling.” He kept at it until her orgasm burst through her. He felt her spasms all the way up to his wrist. It was a strong one. He so enjoyed playing with her, seeing what made her come hard and what made her orgasm less intense.

When Brynn’s body stopped moving, her pussy still contracted, yet Iain didn’t stop fingering her. He wanted her to come again. He was the only man who could do this for her.

He leaned forward and bit her ass. The moment he did, another round of shudders wracked her body, causing goose bumps to break out over her skin. He didn’t let up, not until her inner walls stopped clasping at his fingers like a fist.

When she was finally still, inside and out, he removed his hands from her body. Brynn fell to her knees, recuperating, sucking in lungfuls of air as she tried to catch her breath.

“It gets better every time. How is that possible?” She rolled to her side, knees bent.

Iain picked her up, kissed her temple, then dropped her so that she lay horizontally. She let out a squeal of surprise and stared up at him.

“It’s going to keep getting better.” He opened the bedside table, grabbed a condom, and rolled it on. Then he climbed on top of her, settling between her legs and propping himself on his forearms. He stared down at her, unable to look away from that gorgeous face. The golden skin. Those big, blue eyes. His cock prodded her hip. He was so bloody hard, he hurt, but he made no move to do anything other than hold her. He wanted her badly—not just right now. Not for tonight. For always.

The thought shocked him. Iain had never given a toss about forever or commitment. But Brynn had him rethinking everything.

“Iain?” She blinked at him, her brow furrowed. Reaching up, she cupped his jaw. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“Am I?”

She scrunched her nose. “Yeah. Are you okay?”

Iain was better than okay. He was in love. Madly, deeply, unabashedly in love. “We’re getting married.” Again, not a question. The words came tumbling out of his mouth before they were even a fully formed thought, but it felt right.
Permanent. Lasting.

Brynn’s mouth popped open as she pushed at his chest. He didn’t budge. “What…what are you talking about?” Her words were breathy, but she hadn’t said no, so Iain took that as a victory. “We barely know each other.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He leaned down and brushed her nose with his own before kissing her. A whisper-soft kiss that barely touched her lips. “I’m marrying you, Brynn Campbell. End of. And I’m going to devote my life to making you happy.”

Her eyes shimmered with emotion. Perhaps there was a little disbelief mixed in as well. “Why?”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Well, I don’t want to make your life misery, do I?”

She slapped his shoulder. “Not that part. Marriage.”

“Because I love you, of course.” She opened her mouth to speak, but Iain beat her to the punch. “You may not love me back. Not yet. I know that. But you will.” He lowered his head and kissed her harder this time and lowered himself slightly, enjoying the feel of her soft body. “I swear to you,” he said against her lips, “I’ll make you proud. I’ll strive to be worthy of you every day.”

A sob broke from her, and he captured it, slanting his mouth over hers once more. He gave her a long, hot kiss. Deep. Slow—every bit as intimate and intense as when they made love. He tried to show her how he felt in that kiss. Gave all of himself, held nothing back.

Brynn must have felt it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her fervor matching his own.

When Iain pulled away and opened his eyes, Brynn stared up at him, dazed. Then a grin crept over her generous mouth. “I love you too, Iain Chapman. I will absolutely marry you.”

He hadn’t realized his muscles were tightly coiled until that moment. He let out his breath in a rush of air. “You love me.”

She nodded shyly, her gaze fastened on his chin.

His tongue darted out, licking a hot trail across her neck, circling her pulse. He felt it increase its pace. Brynn was his—to love, to protect, and all the rest of it. She was
his.

Something primitive seized hold of him. He bit down and nipped her skin, claiming her. Iain prided himself on his rigid control, but right then, he could barely think. Could only feel.
Possessive. Uncivilized.

Iain kissed her again. It was bruising, filled with every emotion coursing through him. There was nothing practiced or prim about it. Carnal. Ruthless.

When Iain entered Brynn, he did it with one hard thrust. Her body was wet and willing. As he pounded into her, he sucked her bottom lip and bit down, probably too hard, but Brynn moaned into his mouth. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried.

Hot passion rose within him. There was nothing gentle in the way he fucked Brynn.

Her hips met his, and she looped her calves around his waist. All the while, Iain continued to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he plunged his cock inside her pussy—unyielding and relentless.

Iain pulled his mouth from hers, shoved his hand into Brynn’s hair, gripping it at the scalp. Bucking his hips, Iain slammed into her as he stared into her glazed eyes. This was a claiming in every way.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word ran through his mind over and over again.

He didn’t know how long he fucked her. She raked her nails down his back and tightened her muscles around his cock. The feeling started at the base of his spine. When he clenched his ass, it moved to his balls. He was so close. So goddamned close.

Iain’s groan was primal as he came. He squeezed his eyes shut and pounded at her. He lost all sense of himself, where he was. He only knew Brynn—her scent, the feel of her skin, her little moans. On and on, it shot through him as he continued to thrust into her. If he hadn’t known better, Iain thought he might have blacked out there for a minute.

When he opened his eyes, he’d stopped moving. He lay on top of her, panting. Stunned.

Ashamed.

He’d sought his own pleasure without giving a thought to Brynn’s. After a few minutes, when he could think clearly again, he rolled off her. Grabbing a tissue from her bedside table, he removed the condom. “Don’t know what happened just then. You all right, love?”

When he glanced back at her, she wore a tired smile. “Iain. That was unbelievable. Wow.” She breathed a little sigh. “That was great. Like, I-can-hardly-remember-what-day-it-is great.”