Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) (6 page)

She needed his praise. She’d earned it. It was his honor to give it to her. “Your mouth feels so good, Day. Hot, wet, deep, and every time the head of my cock bumps against your throat I want to yell. It’s just so fucking good, baby.” He leaned back, but his gaze continued to
watch her in the mirror as she worked him.

Up and down her head bobbed. Copeland wanted his handprints on her ass. He wanted her scratches on his back. But more than all of that, he wanted to come in her body.

“Look at me.”

She froze and lifted her head.

“Are you protected?”

The truth was on her face. No man in three years. Unbelievable.

His.

“I won’t lie to you, Daly. I’ve had others, but it’s been a long time. You haunt me. I want you so bad I haven’t slept an entire night through in three years. I’m clean. Are you protected?”

She lowered her eyes.

That little sign of defiance was all the dominant in him needed. He took her to the floor, and between one breath and the next he was at her entrance. “I told you what would happen,” he said harshly. “You’ll scream, over and over, and I still won’t stop.”

“Don’t do this, Jeremiah. I didn’t come here for this,” she said softly, desperation in the tone of her voice.

He reached between them and swiped a hand through her labia. He lifted that hand and licked his fingers. Then he smiled at her. “Your body is telling me something different. I smelled your arousal from the time you walked in the door. You may not have come here for this, but
this
is definitely what you’re going to get.”

His hips flexed, and the move pushed his cock between her labia and over her clit. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. It was all over.

“Are you protected?” Copeland barely understood what he said.

She nodded.

He lifted her legs around his waist and sank deep. He was inside Daly.

It felt like home.

Her muscles clenched. It startled another groan out of him. “Look at me,” he demanded again as he rose up to his knees and grabbed her feet, placing them over his shoulders. She did as he instructed.

His precious Day. Everything had begun for him the moment he’d seen her. And now he was inside her hot, gripping heat again.

It’s too soon
, his mind whispered.

She’s yours.
His heart screamed the rebuttal.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Daly. Long and hard, and when I’m done, we’ll start all over.”

She used her feet to leverage up, her body demanding. If possible he slipped even deeper.
“Then get busy, Jeremiah.” Her voice was husky.

He held her ass in his hands and then smiled at her. The little hellion smiled back. Heat wrapped around his balls as he pulled out, then dove back in. She gasped and her eyes glazed. He repeated his movement. She moaned. Then he set his body free.

Over and over he pounded into her. As the chain connecting her nipple rings bounced between her breasts, he threw his head back, noticing the diamonds catching the light and leaving iridescent sparkles on the ceiling.

The feel of her skin, the smell of their lust, was amazing. The sound their bodies made coming together echoed in his ears and as he squeezed her thighs, he knew he’d leave bruises, but his body demanded he hold her in place for his thrusts.

Sweat poured from him when she finally screamed her release, and he watched her explode in his arms. Her head was thrown back, chest and cheeks red, abdomen clenching in time with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Day gazed up at him, those big eyes of hers eating him up as surely as her body had taken his.

Jeremiah orgasmed with a shout, three years of need for this submissive pouring from him in seconds and bathing her insides. He released her legs and came down over her, cock still nestled in her pussy, his body absorbing the tremors in hers.

He rolled slightly to the side and took her with him. Still connected, it was how they used to fall asleep.

“Sleep,” he whispered.

He glanced down and saw her eyes already closed, felt her body relax as she slid effortlessly into that space between deep sleep and wakefulness.

She couldn’t hear him and if she could, it didn’t matter. He’d never hidden it from her and he wouldn’t start now. So as he lay there with his pants around his ankles, his cock bathed in her heat, and the woman he’d missed forever held tight in his arms, he would be truthful.

From the depth of his soul the words poured forth, and he refused to regret it.

“I love you.”

The light battering the veil of her lids told Daly it was morning. Carefully, and without opening her eyes, she took stock of her surroundings. She rested facedown on a deliciously comfortable mattress, and the silk sheets surrounding her lower body were cool in contrast to the sunlight blanketing her upper body. Her muscles were putty.

She was sore in places long unused, but a pleasant hum remained in her lower regions. Her heart accelerated as bits and pieces of the previous night came back to her. The last thing she remembered was shattering into tiny pieces under Jeremiah’s thrusts. After that it was a blank. The worry of the past week, the battle with her heart as she’d girded herself to meet him again, had finally taken their toll. She’d caved like a ton of bricks under his mastery.

She wanted to be angry with Jeremiah, wanted to pretend nothing but lust lay between them, but knew the venom should be directed at no one other than herself. He had never forced her. For all his dominance, he’d never taken her without her permission.

And she’d given her consent again last night. Once she tasted him, once his hands found purchase on her body, the only thing between them was time. Pain dissolved under his kiss. His absence from her life fell to the wayside as she’d taken him in her mouth.

Nothing mattered but his body inside hers. And because Jeremiah was who he was, and because she could submit to no other, they had ended up in this place.

“And from the midst of cheerless gloom, I passed to bright, unclouded day.”
His voice reached into her mind and tugged.

“Emily Brontë,” she responded automatically.

“You cry. Tell me why.”

Her heart thudded painfully and she opened her eyes to find him staring at her from his place beside the window. When he was fully dressed, the man could steal a woman’s thoughts. Now, wearing nothing but pajama pants, he was lethal to a woman’s heart.

Daly wasn’t immune, but neither was she prepared to have this conversation.

She pulled herself together as she allowed thoughts of the past to invade her mind and poison the beauty of last night. It was better this way. Daly grabbed the sheet pooling at her hips and pulled it up as she moved into a sitting position on the side of the bed.

“Where are my clothes?” she asked, making sure to keep her voice even.

He sighed. “Why are you crying?”

She shook her head. Jeremiah took two steps and stood in front of her. He was such a big
man, he blocked the sun from the huge bank of windows behind him. Daly stared at his stomach, refusing to answer, but again noticing the flowing script along his rib cage.
Everything.

That was what she’d given him, and he’d hurt her so deeply.

“I’ve never known you to refuse to answer a question, Daly.”

His voice stroked along her skin, dipping into her ears and teasing her mind with all manner of wonderfully sinful acts.

“A lot has changed, Jeremiah. Or maybe you just never knew me like you thought you did,” she whispered.

Wrapping a hand in her hair, he gently tugged until her head fell back. “Look at me,” he demanded.

She did.

“Do you remember the rules, Daly? Do we need to renegotiate this thing between us?”

Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Her mind almost locked down. He thought to play her? Now?

Jeremiah chuckled. “We aren’t going to play now, little sub. But we will play soon.” He tapped her open mouth with his free hand, sliding his index finger along her lower lip and dipping his thumb inside. Instinctively, her tongue flicked out to taste him. She closed her mouth as his flavor exploded over her taste buds.

A moan escaped her. She berated herself for this weakness, but at the same time something unfurled in her soul, stretching and reaching for the warmth only Jeremiah could provide.

“I told you last night your attempt at dominance would backfire. Once is never enough, Daly, but I gave your body a break because it’s been so long. My lust for you has never abated; time only made it stronger, and my body demands recompense for what you tried last night.” He pulled her hair tighter, bowing her head back even farther. “Do. You. Remember. The. Rules?”

Each word fired Daly. Deeper, hotter, it scorched her insides. The hands that had been reaching for him dropped. Her breathing quickened. Her stomach clenched and she
wanted.
Him.

She almost nodded but remembered he was holding her head. “I remember.”

“Tell me.”

Why those two words made her pussy slick with moisture she had no idea. Perhaps it was Jeremiah’s voice alone; maybe it was the inherent command in them. The way he wielded his magic never failed to push her to the brink.

“Rules are naught between us. You have my everything because you will give me yours,” she whispered and with those words, Daly’s heart broke all over again.

His beautiful face creased with sorrow. “Goddamn, baby,” he ground out before he lifted her up into his arms. Daly wrapped her legs around his waist automatically and he just held her.

She sobbed into his neck and it wasn’t enough. He stroked her back with his big hands and it wasn’t enough. She wanted to crawl inside him and lock down in his heart. Long minutes passed as he soothed her with nonsensical words. His heart beat at her cheek and his heat enveloped her, making her sleepy, stealing her will.

Her thoughts echoed back to her—
stealing her will.
She might as well be lust-drunk. “Put me down,” she murmured.

His breath shuddered through him. “I can’t.”

“You must, Jeremiah. This isn’t good. We’ll break each other again,” she said softly.

“Or maybe we can put each other back together,” he said gruffly.

Her gaze met his and in the deep, dark stormy gray of his eyes she saw pain. The emotions between them in that second were overwhelming. Need, lust, hurt, and …

“Jeremiah, I don’t think—”

His look cut her off. “Don’t. You came here, to me, last night and you gave yourself into my hands.” He unlocked her legs from his waist and set her down gently. “Then you lay in my bed all night, breathing softly and looking so damn sexy I couldn’t sleep, my dick was so hard. And now you’ve given me the rules of play between us. Your body tells me everything I want is a breath away. But your eyes, Daly—they say something else entirely.” He took a deep breath and one step back.

Daly mourned that step because it took his body farther from hers. She wanted to scream at him to take her, but at the same time realized the past lay between them. “I need to know—”

“Go home, Daly,” he said in a low voice.

“Jeremiah—”

He took another step back and turned away from her to stare out the windows. He wouldn’t let her talk, and his move away from her felt like rejection. Her gaze took in the enormous, open room and she glimpsed her coat in a chair. She made a beeline for it, wrapping herself up, gaining a little more clarity now that she was somewhat hidden from his gaze. She’d hopefully get even more once she was out of this building.

His closeness stole her brain. She needed space and quickly put her heels on. She’d just turned to leave when his voice stopped her.

“You need time to process things. I’m going to let you go today. Go home, rest. But know this: if you don’t return here tonight, ready to submit to me, I will come get you.” Silken threats wrapped up in a cold, hard voice. “And I will make it hurt so sweetly, Daly. If you remember nothing else, remember how I can make it hurt so good.”

She located the door and had just turned the deadbolt when his voice sounded directly behind her.

“Wear red, Daly. I like you in red.” It was a taunt.

But as she fled through his office, down the stairs, passing two monitors and even Toby, she recognized the truth. She’d returned to The Underground last night because Jeremiah had rekindled a flame Daly had thought extinguished.

She would burn, but she was damned if she wouldn’t take him with her.

* * *

Copeland punched the first thing he came to and winced as his fist went through the drywall. “Damn it!”

“Saw her leave,” Toby said from the doorway.

Toby tsked, and Copeland flipped him off after he rubbed his hands over his pajama bottoms. Hell, he’d only worn the fucking things for her. She’d given him her body last night, a precious gift to be sure, but he hadn’t wanted to freak her out when she woke in a strange place.

His hands tightened into fists and he pressed them against his eyes. He fucking needed her, but he had to give her time and space to assimilate. He’d wanted to cement their physical bond first, but he had to understand that until they dealt with the past, things would be dicey. Still, it didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated.

“Your brother called me this morning. Apparently he can’t meet you until this coming weekend.”

“Leave, Toby,” Copeland said in a rough voice. It came out hateful. He couldn’t muster the energy to care.

He’d had her in his hands and now she wasn’t. He couldn’t think past that right this second. The issue with David would have to wait. Copeland had a man watching her house and making sure she was safe. But in this moment, Daly held his mind.

She’d return tonight. In his bones he knew it to be true. But the time between now and then might drive him batty.

“She’s already got you tied in knots. I say, go downstairs and work off that aggression on one of the free subs.”

Jeremiah’s gut clenched at Toby’s words.
Been there, done that.
He shook off the suggestion. Nobody deserved the fire another woman stoked. He wouldn’t give something that was hers to another ever again. No, everything he had was Daly’s. “You keep talking, Toby, when I asked you to leave. You can’t fix this. Who are you afraid for? Her or me?”