Chapter 12

12

B rent helped Candace back to her room once they returned from the market. By the time they got to their floor, they were both laughing hysterically, getting more hysterical the longer they discussed the woman’s comment.

“Think we’ll make the small town gossip?” Candace asked as she stepped inside her room.

He pressed his palms to the doorframe of the open door and smiled. “Always.”

She blushed and pulled a lip between her teeth. He damn near groaned as his cock stiffened.

“I should probably let you get back to… whatever it is you want to do with your day,” he said.

Her eyes flickered down to his pants and the smallest widening of her eyes told him she saw exactly what was happening.

“Or,” she whispered.

“Or?”

“Or I can come over to your place and we can warm up together.”

He raised an eyebrow, but immediately schooled his features. She was taking the initiative, and that wasn’t something he had expected.

He took her crutches in one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist to help her walk back to his room. Once the door closed behind them, he pressed her against the wall and smashed his lips against hers, discarding the crutches against the opposite wall.

They shed their winter coats, and his hands skimmed under her sweatshirt before helping pull it over her head and discarding it off to the side. And then doing the same with the tank top she wore underneath.

He slipped his fingers in between her panties and skin.

“Are we doing this?” she whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?” He pressed a kiss to her neck as he pushed her leggings and panties to the floor.

“God, no.”

He dropped to the floor and removed her boot long enough to gently remove her clothing before securing the boot back on her ankle. Then he stood up and resumed kissing a trail down her neck to the strap of her bra, as if nothing had stopped him.

His hands skimmed up her back and took hold of the fabric, unclasping it. He watched the fabric sag between them before sliding to the floor.

Candace stood before him completely naked, and he couldn’t help but stare. She smirked, and it was hot as hell. She was possibly the most confident woman he had ever met, and it made her more attractive because of it.

Her small breasts were perky, and her nipples pebbled at the air—inviting him to suck. He leaned forward and took her nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly.

She gasped and leaned heavily against the wall, her hips jutting forward and connecting with his hard erection, which still strained against his pants.

He groaned and pulled back. “You are incredibly sexy. I hope you know that.”

“I know.” She smiled and unbuttoned his jeans, loosening them, before slipping her hand inside and grasping him firmly at the base of his shaft.

He grunted when she tugged him, and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. She knew exactly how he liked it.

Rough, without being too rough.

He grasped his pants and boxers, pushing them to the floor, springing himself free.

“This is what you do to me. Do you know that? Since the day I met you. This is what you do.”

Her eyes met his, and the question was there before she voiced it.

“Since the day we met?”

She continued to stroke him, slowly and softly now, and his cock twitched in her hand. He closed his eyes briefly to regain some control so he wouldn’t explode right there.

“I know I didn’t realize you were the same person from college, but back then, I instantly was attracted to you. You are the only person I’ve had that yearning to be near. And it happened again the first time Travis introduced me to you. I thought you were a different person, but I should have realized it was you.” He shook his head. He knew the reason he never realized it was her was because he had blocked most of his memories from around the time of the car accident. “You make me wild. I have a permanent erection around you.”

A laughed tripped out of her lips. “No, you don’t.”

He groaned and leaned closer, grasping her hip with a hand while his other hand braced against the wall to avoid putting weight on her.

“I do. This painfully hard erection you are currently teasing is the same erection I get every single time we are around each other. I’m always hard for you, baby. And I don’t see that ever changing.”

He captured her lips with his and pressed his tongue against hers. Her hand stilled on him, and he thanked his lucky stars since he wasn’t sure he could refrain from exploding right there if she continued.

She moaned softly into his mouth, and he let his hand drift down to the opening between her legs. Skimming a hand over her sex, she gasped. He parted her folds and wet his fingers with her arousal before pressing two inside her.

Her head fell back against the wall as he moved his lips to her neck. Her head lolled side to side while his fingers worked her over.

“Brent. Please don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

His thumb stroked her clit while he slowly pumped his fingers inside her. She cried out suddenly, the orgasm surprising both of them as her pussy clenched his fingers and soaked them.

He continued to pump his fingers inside her until her quakes lessened, and she grasped his wrist.

“Okay. Okay. Too sensitive. Stop.”

He chuckled and pulled his hand back, watching her breathe deeply with her eyes closed.

When her eyes opened, she began moving her hand once again, slowly stroking him. He groaned and dropped his head onto her shoulder.

“Candy, I want to be inside you.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

He pulled back and stared down at her hungrily. Without hesitation, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, gently laying her down before crawling over her.

“I think this is the only position that will be comfortable for you, but when your ankle is healed, I want to take you in many more positions.”

He grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer, having bought a small box at the country store in case he and Candace had any encounters. Now he was suddenly thankful he had had the hindsight. He rolled the condom down his shaft as he watched her watching him.

Her pupils dilated. “You think there will be a next time?”

Her comment tripped him up briefly, and he stared down at her. He couldn’t tell if she was serious. But a naked woman was lying in front of him, and he wasn’t about to question it.

Brent brushed some hair off her forehead. “You’d better believe it.”

Then he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward. She gasped and widened her legs, allowing him to sink deeper.

He moved with slow thrusts at first, but quickly picked up the pace. She moved her hands above her head and braced herself on the headboard as he drove harder, his need overwhelming him. He had wanted this woman for so long, and the small taste of her lips hadn’t been enough. He needed her. Wanted her. Had to have her. Forever.

The thought slammed into him so hard that he lost his rhythm, but luckily she hadn’t seemed to notice. He squeezed his eyes shut to push back the thought and focus on the task at hand—giving this woman the best orgasm of her life.

“Brent,” she moaned.

He opened his eyes and stared down into hers as her eyes suddenly rolled back and her sex clenched around him. He groaned, trying to hold on to the feeling a little longer, but he was piqued. His own orgasm exploded, and white flashes of light danced in front of his eyes.

He dropped his head into the crook of her neck before slowly pulling away from her and dropping beside her. When her hand found his and gave it a squeeze, he knew he was a goner.

He was in love with Candace. The only question left—was she?