Loving On the Edge 5-Book Collection: Crash Into You, Melt Into You, Fall Into You, Caught Up In You, Need You Tonight. Roni Loren

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СКАЧАТЬ not lining up in his head. “I don’t understand.”

      She gave him a rueful smile. “You were right about what you said in the hospital. I’m always giving you lectures about being true to who you are. That very first night when we made love all those years ago, I told you I wouldn’t be with you if you were going to deny your nature. And then I spent the next ten years denying mine.”

      His heart seemed to pause mid-beat, and his fingers tightened around the box.

      “Ever since the rape, I’ve tried to block the submissive part of myself. Not only because of the fear, but because of what I thought it said about me. Davis told me that night that I’d better get used to what he was doing because I was a born whore. That no decent woman would enjoy a man tying her up and hitting her.” She looked down at her hands. “And part of me knew he was trying to be cruel, to humiliate me, but another part of me believed him.”

      His jaw clenched. “That fucking bastard.”

      The corner of her mouth twitched. “My career is teaching women to value themselves, to take pride in who they are, and to live the life they want. I thought what that meant for me was striving for some idealistic image I created in my head when I was a kid. But it’s not. I’m proud of the person I’ve become. I’m good at what I do, have great friends, and have made a nice life for myself.”

      He smiled and pushed a wisp of hair from her face.

      She lifted her eyes to him. “But I’m also a girl who gets all wobbly-kneed when her man demands to fuck her in a parking lot in the storming rain. And I’m not going to be ashamed of that either.”

      Her words and the memory it brought forth jolted through his nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. His cock flexed beneath the towel.

      “I’m done worrying about what other people think. And I’m done letting what Davis did define me.”

      He glanced down at her scars. “And the panic attacks, the flashbacks?”

      She stared at him a moment, a small crease forming between her brows. “I think what scared me the most was losing control—being hurt again. But I realized the other night when I went to you without a safe word that submission is not about loss of control, it’s about trust. And I trust you.” She took a deep breath, but her gaze didn’t waver from his. “I love you. Always have.”

      He closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing her words, letting the fear that had gripped his insides for the last few weeks melt away. She loved him back. Thank you, God. As long as he had that, everything else could be worked out.

      He reached out and traced one of the scars that striped her sternum, the gentle caress making goose bumps rise on her pale skin. “I love you, too, sugar. More than anything.”

      “Thank you for being so hardheaded and not giving up on me,” she said, her voice catching a bit and her green eyes going shiny. “Now, open that damn box before I get all weepy.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” He didn’t want her to cry—the moment was too sweet to mar with tears—so he pulled the ribbon on the box and lifted the lid. Inside, a sterling silver circle, its only adornment a simple O-ring hanging from it.

      To the rest of the world, a pretty necklace.

      To him—everything.

      A wide grin spread across his face, the joy within him so strong, he was sure he could bleed sunshine.

      She put her hands out to him, wrists up, just as she had that first night they’d made love. “Make me yours, Reid Jamison.”

      Brynn shivered as Reid’s heated gaze caressed her naked form, heightening her awareness of every lonely inch between them. He lifted her wrists to his mouth and kissed each one. “I think it may take more than a collar for me to stake my claim.”

      Sharp tingles raced up her arms, her body craving him like it craved food and water. “Guess it’s a good thing I sent Jace on his merry way after he let me in, then.”

      “Good thing.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her to straddle his towel-clad lap, his hard length brushing the terry cloth against her sensitive skin. “Because you’re mine now. And I don’t share what’s mine. Not with another person.” He touched his lips to the pink line that striped the top of her breast. “And not with ugly memories. All we need is you and me.”

      She smiled through unshed tears as he hooked the collar around her neck and ran a finger over the hollow of her throat. “Yes, sir.”

      He cupped her face and kissed her eyelids, then her lips. “Don’t cry, sugar.”

      She pressed her forehead against his and let her hands glide down his chest, which was still dewy from his shower. “I will if you don’t stop torturing me.”

      “What do you mean?”

      She traced a circle around his flat nipple. “How am I supposed to sit here and be submissive when you look so fucking hot?”

      He laughed, a big and hearty sound that seemed to lighten the air around them. “We’re going to have to work on your patience.”

      She rocked once against his lap, stroking herself along his erection. “Good luck with that.”

      The blue of his eyes darkened with lust, possessiveness. “Tell me now if you have any lines you don’t want me to cross yet.”

      She smiled. No more fear. Only anticipation. And love. “Don’t go easy on me, sir. I’m all yours.”

      He gave her butt a lightning-quick smack. “Get on your back, LeBreck. Hands gripping the slats of the headboard.”

      Biting her lip, she climbed off him and followed his instructions. He rose from the bed and then disappeared into his walk-in closet, leaving her wondering what the heck he was up to. When he emerged, he had a fistful of neckties and had dropped the towel. Knowing that she may soon be blindfolded, she took the chance to devour him with her eyes. No matter how many times she saw him naked, the sight of his hard angles and smooth muscles never failed to steal her breath and light up her insides.

      Her focus traveled down the planes of his torso to the vee of his pelvis, honing in on the evidence of his arousal. She wet her lips, the memory of his taste alighting on her tongue. The desire to please him, to bring pleasure to the man she loved—her master—bloomed in her like a living thing. Never had she suspected that accepting her submissive role with him would feel so freeing, so undeniably right. It was as if her soul had been out of alignment, and Reid smoothed all the chinks.

      He gave a dark chuckle. “You’re looking at me like I’m your next meal.”

      “Maybe you are.”

      His fist wrapped around his cock, and he stroked his thumb across the head, catching the bit of liquid glistening there. “You love seeing how hard you make me, don’t you? How crazy you can drive me?”

      She nodded and pressed her thighs together, her own liquid heat surging in response.

      He stepped next to the bed and ran his damp thumb across her lips. Automatically, СКАЧАТЬ