Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian (26 page)

“Please, I need you,” her voice was fragile and shaky.

Those four words trumped whatever discomfort he knew he’d inevitably experience as he exercised the iron-willed, self-control this situation called for.

Becca’s sparkling baby blues were looking more and more awake with each moment that he remained frozen in place above her. They searched his. He had no idea what she was finding on her visual mission. His brain was in overdrive just trying to deal with the avalanche of desire that was burying him. His aching bulge was demanding things that he was having a very difficult time making it understand that it was
not
going to get. Every ounce of brain power he had was focused on that, so he had none left to worry about what Becca would see as she searched his soul.

Whatever she found in his stare caused her to say, “Just lie down next to me. Please. Stay.”

Shit.

If he did as she asked and laid down beside her, cradling her in his arms, then the evidence of his arousal would be very much apparent. Brian was concerned he might even bruise her—he was
that
hard. So he decided that, even though there was no way he could stop her from being visually assaulted by the need thrumming through him, at least she wouldn’t have to
feel
the physical manifestation of his body’s unrelenting desire for her.

Shifting his weight Brian turned so that he was lying down on his back, tucked his arm beneath Becca’s slim frame, and pulled her firmly to his side. He closed his eyes, his jaw tightening as her hair tickled his chin while she snuggled her soft curves against his body.

His hand roamed up and down her back as she got settled into a comfortable position, fitting perfectly like a puzzle piece, tucked beside him. He did everything in his power to
not
think about the way her hips sent a thrill spiraling through him every time they bumped his side, how the fullness of her breasts against his ribs made him want to rip off the dress she was wearing and fill his hands with the plump weight of her rounded mounds, how the sensation of her body moving beneath his touch (as he rubbed her back) made him think of her writhing beneath him as he made love to her.

Yeah, he tried not to think of any of that. He wasn’t having much luck.

Becca sighed contentedly as her body melted into Brian’s. He could feel her muscles relax as her chest rose and fell against his side in even breaths. He knew there was no way he was even going to get a moment of sleep tonight. Not with the super-sized boner he was currently sporting. But that was actually fine by him.

He didn’t want to miss one moment, one second, of this night. Spending the night with Becca and not being able to touch her the way he wanted to, to kiss her the way he wanted to, make love to her the way he wanted to, was torture, but it was worth it to hold her against him while she slept. It was enough that she wanted—
needed
—him to stay.

It was enough.

Becca’s hand moved and rested on his chest, and Brian had to swallow a groan as her fingers trailed along the line of the pocket above his heart. He looked down and watched as her pink-painted nail traced its way around the square. His heart was pounding so hard beneath her touch that he knew she must’ve felt it.

His breaths became more labored as her finger moved to the line of buttons that ran down the center of his shirt. Her touch was tentative as her fingertips brushed down the line. Resting his hand on Becca’s hip, he massaged her lower back with circular caresses of his thumb, reminding himself not to dip his hand just an inch lower to the firm flesh of her backside.

Brian knew the moment she saw the massive pole tenting his slacks; her hand stopped exploring his buttons and she sucked in a startled breath.

Great.
She needed to be in the comforting arms of her best friend, the man she could always depend on, and instead, she got a horny teenager who couldn’t control his body’s response to her.

“Just ignore it,” Brian said as casually as he could. His head was filled with the sound of blood rushing down south to join the tent party, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t pulled off casual. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure he’d growled the command.

“No.” Becca’s voice sounded shaky as she pushed off of him and up onto her elbow. “I don’t want to ignore it.”

Brian removed his hand from her back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his hands over his face. Perfect. Now they were going to have to have a talk about how they were just friends and she was sorry that he felt
that
way about her but she just didn’t see him like that—

“Did we kiss at Haley’s wedding?” Becca asked breathlessly.

Shit.

Well, he’d figured that this might come up sometime. He would have liked if it hadn’t come up when he was so
up
, but they might as well clear the air.

Removing his hands from covering his face, he looked over at her and started to explain. “Look, Becca, you were drunk and—”

“So we
did
kiss,” she interrupted, her blue eyes looking at him intently.

Brian pushed off the bed so that he was sitting up, his back leaning against the quilted headboard. “Yes, but it was no big—”

“Did you like it?”

He looked down at her. “What?” He usually knew where Becca was going with things, but this line of questioning had him baffled.

She shook her head slightly, and he saw that she swallowed like she was trying to build up courage. Then she sat up straighter and looked him straight in the eye with determination, but she was barely able to lift her voice above a whisper as she asked, “Did you like kissing me?”

“Yes,” he rasped before his mind had even had a chance to figure out the ‘right’ way to answer that question.

A small smile that looked like relief pulled at the corners of Becca’s perfect lips as her gaze dropped down to her lap and she brushed a lock of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. When she looked back up, he noticed that her breaths were shallow as she said, “I think I liked it too. A lot. I think about it. A lot.”

Brian was shocked. He just sat there staring at the greatest temptation he’d ever faced. Becca, sitting next to him, in her bed, her legs pulled up beneath her rumpled dress, her silky hair falling over her bare shoulders, looking so sensually innocent that his heart ached.

She licked her lips, and he heard a primal moan rip from deep inside of him.

Becca moved slightly, towards him. “Brian.” Her blue eyes gazed up at him through inky lashes as she said his name in a whispered plea.

Brian didn’t know if this was a good idea or not, but at this point, he was too far gone to care. With lightning speed, his hands were on her hips and he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. Becca’s eyes widened, in surprise, as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

Reaching up, he cradled her face in his hand. He watched as the blacks of her pupils dilated at his touch, and when she licked her lips—either nervously or in anticipation—his shaft twitched impatiently behind his zipper.

Brian tried to take a moment before he did something he couldn’t take back. This was Becca. Yes. They’d kissed before, but this was different. This time was not a product of a drunken night. This felt like their
real
first kiss. The first kiss when they were both totally aware of their actions. The first kiss that would count.

On their own accord, his hands moved to the back of her neck, threading his fingers into her hair. Becca’s chin lifted as her head tilted slightly, giving him perfect access to her mouth. Brian’s fingertips grazed her scalp, and he heard her suck in a short breath. Shutting her heavy-lidded eyes, Becca dug her fingers into his shoulders.

Brian’s pulse raced and a deep pull tightened in his groin as he leaned forward, stopping just a breath before his lips touched hers. A rush of hot urgency spread through Brian like a wildfire. Closing his eyes, he waited, just feeling the magnitude of this moment. The air between them was crackling with electricity, desire, need. The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable.

When Brian couldn’t wait any longer, as his fingers fisted in her hair, he closed the space between them and kissed her softly. His lips moved against hers as he explored the velvety warmth of her full lips in a slow, drugging kiss. Her mouth parted on a gasp and Brian moved his attention to Becca’s lower lip, kissing it as his tongue brushed sensuously across its plump fullness.

Brian felt a strong tremor run through Becca’s body, perched on his lap, at the touch of his tongue. Her responsiveness caused lust to surge through him with a hurricane force. Not being able to control himself any longer, he captured her mouth with hungry urgency. She kissed him back with equal passion and fervor, meeting him lick for lick. Their tongues met in an erotic dance.

This wasn’t like the kiss they’d shared months ago. This kiss was not crazed and out of control. It was measured, exploratory, possessive. A spine-tingling kiss that reached down to the depths of Brian’s soul.

As Brian fed off the pure sweetness of Becca’s mouth, he felt her hips begin to roll, seductively, seeking fulfillment against his swollen manhood, which was straining beneath his zipper. He tried to slow things down while he still could, before he was lost in a flurry of lust that swept his self-control away totally. He began taming their frenzied kiss with an unhurried exploration of her mouth. Tasting her. Licking her. Claiming her.

Instead of cooling things off, the tempered pace he’d set pushed the erotic tension between them to even higher levels. Becca’s hips started moving with more intensity against his rock-hard length, in slow gyration, while he swallowed her soft moans with his consuming kiss.

In the back of his mind, he kept thinking,
This is Becca. Becca!
The question of whether or not he should be doing this kept blinking like a warning signal in his mind.

With more willpower than he was sure any human being had ever possessed before in the history of man, he broke their kiss. His hands came to rest on her soft thighs, which were exposed by the material of her dress bunched up at her hips, as he tried, painfully, to get himself under some kind of control.

“Becca…” His gravelly voice trailed off. He had no idea where he was going with this. He just knew he should say something. It would kill him if things got out of hand and she regretted something that had happened between them.

He was trying to think rationally, but his mind was clouded with passion. It quickly became clear that there was no way he could be rational—not with Becca straddling his lap after she’d just kissed him like she needed him more than her next breath. So he looked to her for the answer. If he couldn’t find the words to get the information he needed, then he had to communicate in another way. His eyes searched hers as they sat staring at each other; the only sound in the room was their labored breathing.

Then, before he had a chance to register what he saw in the blue depths of Becca’s eyes, she let her hands fall from his shoulders and lifted her dress, sliding it up her body and over her head. The sight of her bare breasts being freed from her confining dress hit him square in the solar plexus.

“Damn, you are”—he swallowed hard over a lump that had formed in his throat—“perfect.”

After she’d tossed the pale-blue garment to the side of the bed, a seductive smile spread across her face as she began unbuttoning Brian’s shirt. Inhaling through his nose, he slid his hands up Becca’s smooth thighs as she worked at his buttons, his eyes hungrily roaming her nearly naked body, first drinking in her creamy, full breasts tipped with pink, beaded knots, which were rising and falling under labored breaths. His gaze followed the lean slope of her waist, continuing down to her white panties. All-consuming need rushed through him like waters bursting from a dam as he saw the damp evidence of her arousal.

As his fingers reached the apex of her legs, he spread her thighs farther apart and the movement caused her wet heat to grind against his throbbing, linen-covered erection. At the intimate contact, Becca’s head fell back and a throaty moan fell from her lips as she closed her hands around his shirt in fists.

Her hips rocked into him again, and he hooked his finger in the side of the silk fabric covering her female flesh. His body tensed with desire as he saw her exposed tender flesh. Brian’s mouth watered as he ran one finger up and down the silky smooth seam of her swollen sex, spreading her arousal on her feminine lips.

Lifting his eyes, he found Becca looking down at his hand teasing her damp core. She watched his fingers gliding up and down her slick, glistening center between her thighs. Violent need crashed into him as he observed her watching him touch her brazenly. It was beyond erotic.

Becca let out a soft whimper as she bit her bottom lip, and he felt her hips moving restlessly at his intimate exploration. Knowing exactly what she needed, he tugged at her panties, pulling them farther to the side, causing her lips to open. Then his eyes dropped to watch as his finger pressed slowly inside of her tight passage.

When he pushed his knuckle into her moist sheath, her inner walls clenched against the intrusion and her thighs tensed against his legs. He waited, letting her body adjust. Keeping his finger perfectly still inside her wet heat, he began rubbing his thumb in circles around her distended nub.

“Oh that feels so good,” Becca breathed as she grabbed his shirt tighter as she rocked her hips into his hand.

His heart beat erratically in his chest and a carnal ache spread through him as he eased his finger in and out of her, never going past his knuckle, while he continued sensually caressing her pleasure button with the pad of his thumb. After just a few moments, Becca’s thighs began trembling and her shallow breaths became pants.

“Brian,” Becca whimpered as her body milked him.

“That’s good, baby. Just like that,” he encouraged her.

Her eyes shut and her head fell back in abandon as her hips rolled faster and faster against his hand. Increasing the pressure of his thumb on her clit, he spoke in low tones, telling her how good her body felt around his finger, how tight she was, how much he wanted her to come on his hand. That was what sent her up and over the edge.