Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother Chapter 161

I can’t move. I can’t even breathe. My whole body feels like it’s floating, like I’m not even here, like I’ve been pulled apart and put back together in a different shape, a different person, someone with a mind that’s blank, shattered, blissed-out.

He’s still inside me, and *God*, he feels huge, every inch of him stretching me, filling me, his hips still pressed flush against mine, his chest heaving, his hands tight on my waist, holding me against him. I can feel every hard, carved-out muscle of his body, every line, every ridge, the deep, rumbling thud of his heartbeat, the sharp, ragged edge of his breath against my neck.

My legs are still wrapped around his waist, my thighs trembling, my whole body a mess of heat and sweat and shivers, my skin tingling, my breath coming out in soft, shattered whimpers, my heart racing so fast I’m sure he can feel it, pounding against his chest, his ribs, his soul.

*Oh my god.*

He just—he just destroyed me. *Ruined* me.

The way his hands moved over my body, grabbing, squeezing, pressing, the way his mouth slipped over my skin, his teeth grazing my throat, my collarbones, my ribs, the way his tongue dipped between my thighs, tasting me, devouring me, the way he whispered my name, his voice low, broken, desperate, the way his hips rolled into mine, slow at first, then harder, deeper, rougher, until I was nothing but a shaking, shivering, gasping mess beneath him.

I’m still trembling, my whole body a wreck of tingles and heat and shivers, my mind a blur of what he just did to me, the way he touched me, the way he whispered to me, the way he broke me apart and put me back together, the way he made me feel things I’ve never felt, the way he ruined me for anyone else, the way he made me feel alive.

He slides out of me, slowly, so slowly, and I whimper, my body clenching, tightening, desperate to keep him inside me, to keep that feeling, that fullness, that ache, that stretch, but he pulls out, his hands still tight on my waist, his breath still harsh and ragged in my ear.

Then he shifts, rolls us over, pulls me on top of him, his arms wrapped tight around me, his hands slipping up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, his breath still harsh, still broken, still desperate, his heart still racing, his chest still heaving.

He’s quiet, and I bury my face in his chest, my hands slipping up his sides, grabbing his shoulders, holding him tight, my breath coming out in soft, broken whimpers, my whole body trembling, my mind a wreck of heat and tingles and shivers, my heart still racing, my whole body still on fire, still aching, still his.

His hand slips up to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, his other hand sliding down my back, grabbing my waist, pulling me closer, his breath coming out in slow, deep, broken pants, his heart still racing, his whole body still trembling, his whole body still pressed against mine, his whole soul still wrapped around mine.

He just ruined me.

And I never, ever want to be *un-ruined*.

But then a tiny, insidious thought starts to creep in.

*What if he regrets it?*

What if I wasn’t what he expected? What if this was just... a moment for him? An impulse? A rush of heat, a burst of lust, a reckless, desperate need to touch and taste and claim? What if I was just... there?

I bite my lip, my mind spinning, my heart racing, my breath coming out in quick, shallow pants, my body still tingling, still trembling, still burning.

I lift my head, look up at him, try to see something in his eyes, try to read the tight line of his jaw, the sharp curve of his lips, the hard, unreadable set of his brow.

And then he looks down at me, and his lips twitch into a small, slow, heart-stopping smile, his dimples flashing, his eyes dark and soft and warm, his fingers tightening on my waist, pulling me closer, holding me tighter, his breath coming out in slow, deep, satisfied pants.

*God.*

“I... um...” I whisper, my fingers slipping up to his shoulders, my nails grazing his skin, my heart pounding, my whole body on fire. “I have something to admit.”

His smile fades just a bit, his brow furrowing, his eyes narrowing, his jaw clenching. “What is it?”

“I... I pictured this,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, my cheeks burning, my whole body trembling, my mind spinning. “A couple times, actually.”

He stills, his whole body going tense beneath me, his breath stopping, his heart hammering against mine, his hands tightening on my waist, his eyes locked on mine, his jaw clenching, his throat working.

“What?” he whispers, his voice rough, broken, desperate, his eyes wide, his breath harsh and ragged, his whole body a tight, trembling line beneath me. “Say that again.”

“I—I pictured this,” I whisper again, my voice trembling, my cheeks burning, my whole body a wreck of nerves and tingles and shivers. “You and me. Together. Like this.”

He sits up suddenly, grabs my waist, pulls me up with him, his hands slipping down to my thighs, pulling me into his lap, his chest pressed against mine, his breath harsh and ragged, his heart hammering against mine.

“I know,” I whisper, my voice breaking, my fingers slipping up to his hair, tangling in the dark, messy strands, my breath coming out in soft, broken whimpers. “I... I know it’s stupid, but I have. I just... I know you’re... you’re so much more experienced, and you have so many women around you and—”

“Penny,” he says, cutting me off, his voice low and rough and desperate, his eyes locked on mine, his hands tightening on my hips, his breath coming out in harsh, broken pants. “Stop. You’ve been wanting this?” he asks again, his voice low and rough, his eyes dark and wild and desperate.

I nod, my cheeks burning, my breath coming out in quick, shallow pants, my whole body a wreck of nerves and tingles and shivers, my mind spinning, my heart racing. “Yes... I know you’re used to women who—”

“Stop,” he says again, his fingers tightening on my thighs, his eyes dark and wild, his breath harsh and ragged, his whole body a tight, trembling line beneath me. “Stop saying that. You think I’m still thinking about anyone else? You think I have time for anyone else when I can’t get you out of my head for more than two seconds?”

“What?” I whisper, my voice breaking, my fingers slipping down to his shoulders, grabbing tight, my nails digging into his skin. “What do you mean?”

His jaw clenches, his breath coming out in harsh, broken pants, his hands tightening on my thighs, pulling me closer, his eyes dark and wild and desperate.

“I haven’t thought about anyone else in weeks,” he growls, his voice rough and low and desperate, his breath harsh and ragged, his whole body trembling. “You’re *all* I think about, Penny. You’re all I want.”

“Really?” I whisper, my voice breaking, my cheeks burning, my whole body trembling, my heart racing.

He leans in, his lips brushing mine, his breath harsh and ragged, his hands slipping up my back, grabbing my hair, pulling me closer, his whole body pressing into mine.

“Princess,” he whispers against my mouth, his breath coming out in harsh, broken pants, his whole body trembling. “You’re all I think about.”

And then his lips crash against mine, and I’m gone.