Down for Her by Melissa Chambers (best electronic book reader .txt) 📕

floor and he steps out of them. I reach around and cup his ass cheeks. I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks now. He’s got such an amazing, round ass.

I take him into my mouth and he gives a quiet intake of breath that makes me feel really confident in what I’m doing. But I don’t want this to be over too soon, so I let go of him and scoot back on the bed. He hovers over me, stopping for a moment to kiss me on the mouth, and then straddles me, as he undoes the front clasp of my bra. As I gaze at his chest, it’s nearly impossible for me to believe that I have him right now. This gorgeous, confident man who so many girls would love to have one night with is on top of me. I can’t help a smile.

He furrows his brow, smiling back. “What?” he asks, hand on my bare breast.

“Nothing,” I say.

He shuts me up with a kiss on my mouth as he holds himself just above me and then releases his weight down on me, our bare bodies melded together.

I’m not laughing anymore as I run my hands through his hair and lift my hips to feel him against me. We move together, our bodies in rhythm, even though my underwear is still a barrier between us.

He moves down my body, stopping to take my nipple into his mouth, which has me arching my back. He continues on, kissing the insides of my thighs, making me wiggle with want. He slides his finger inside my underwear and I gasp as he touches me.

He looks up at me. “I love how wet you get for me.” Heat seeps up my neck and into my cheeks as my secret of just how into him I am is revealed.

He slides my underwear down my legs, and I’m completely vulnerable to him. He kisses his way back up my inner thigh and then spreads my legs apart. I grip the sheets as his tongue touches me. My body ignites with sensation, and it’s all I can do to stay still for him.

I close my eyes, my whole body tensed, sensations flowing like white-water rapids. When he finally sets me free, I let go with a wail that can definitely be heard next door, and I’m embarrassed about how loud I was. I cover my eyes as he climbs on top of me.

“What?” he says with a chuckle.

“Oh, my God. I was so loud.”

He moves my hand from my face. “I love it. You can be as loud as you want.”

I point at the wall. “These walls are thin, and there’s somebody on the other side of that.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Kylie.” The way he says my name with that Southern drawl of his makes everything okay.

He hovers over me, and his very hard cock rests on my belly. “Do you have condoms?” I ask.

He responds by rolling off of me and opening his nightstand drawer. He returns, suited up and ready to go. He kisses me, then pulls back and gazes at me like he has something to say, but the words won’t come out.

“Are you good?” I ask.

He gives me a lazy smile. “Yeah. I’m good.”

He reaches down between us, and with a push, he’s inside me. He goes slow, letting me get used to the pressure, and it doesn’t take long until it eases. His weight on top of me, our skin on skin makes me feel so close with him, not just physically but emotionally. It’s a higher level of intimacy that I never understood before, even when things were good with Joshua.

I’m enjoying the closeness so much that I barely notice Brett’s eyes are closed and his expression is almost pained. “Do you think you’ll go again?” he asks.

“No. You can let go.” He does, collapsing on me, breathing heavily. I rub his back and kiss his neck as his breathing slows.

He lifts up off me. “I hope I didn’t leave you behind.”

I smile at him. “I’m all good.”

He lies on his side, sliding his arm under his pillow.

I match his pose, and he puts his hand on my hip, possessively. “I didn’t like being away from you this week,” he says.

“Me either.” If he only knew.

“I wanted to text you and see how your new job was going.”

“It’s going well. Everyone’s really welcoming. I feel like part of a team rather than someone on the outside of things. It’s pretty cool.”

“You don’t feel chained to a desk? You had your freedom in your former life.”

“Very true. But I don’t. I feel like I’m finally coming into my own person after way too long.”

“What was holding you back?”

I take a minute to compile my thoughts. “Insecurity, I guess. Lack of encouragement from my mom or dad. School was hard for me. I graduated on time, but it was a serious struggle. If I ever complained about school to my mom, she’d tell me to focus on looking for a husband, then I could quit. My dad would just throw money at a tutor or ask if there was someone I could pay to write a paper for me. He just wanted me to graduate so I wouldn’t be an embarrassment.” I meet his gaze to make sure he’s still with me. I know how crazy my family sounds.

He takes my hand, running his thumb over it in a soothing motion, giving me the strength to continue.

“I don’t know. I traveled for a while right out of college, then I spent the better part of a year with my aunt when she got sick. Even she never worked or had her own career. She wanted those things for me, but it was hard to hear it from her when she hadn’t lived that way. To be honest, I was just afraid. I lacked the confidence it takes to start your own career.”

“You seem confident to me—determined and strong.”

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