Eric took one step into the dining room and stopped. She’d outdone herself. The overhead light was off; the only illumination came from a grouping of tall, white tapers in the middle of the table. She’d placed a vase of fresh flowers next to the tapers. Her best china, crystal, napkins, and placemats graced the glass table. He hadn’t noticed the music when he came in the house since he’d been so involved with looking at Brenna. Now he could hear the soft sax coming through the speakers that were hidden throughout the house.
Brenna’s romantic streak was turned up to full throttle tonight. Eric smiled. Good. That made his plan to propose even better.
Picking up the wineglasses, Eric returned to the kitchen. He poured the cold Chardonnay into each glass and lifted one to Brenna’s mouth. She held his gaze while she took a sip.
“Very good.”
Eric turned the glass and drank from the spot her lips had touched. “Yes, it is.”
The sultry look that filled her eyes never failed to make his heart pound and blood rush to his cock. Setting the glass on the island, Eric stepped behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands. His erection flared to life again.
Brenna shot him a look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“You said I could play with these while you finished the salad.” He rasped his thumbs across her nipples. “I love playing with these.” Stepping closer, he nestled his cock in the cleft of her ass.
Brenna dropped her salad tongs. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.”
“How much concentration does it take to toss a salad?”
“You’re incorrigible, do you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me.”
Brenna smiled at him. “Yes, I do.” She turned and placed the salad bowl in his hands. “Tell your ‘friend’ to calm down until after dinner. Make yourself useful and take this to the table. Then you can come back for the rolls.”
Sometimes she could be a bossy little thing. The trait only made him love her more. “Yes, ma’am.”
* * * * *
Brenna shut the refrigerator after placing the last of the leftovers inside it. Leaning against the door, she watched Eric close the dishwasher. He always insisted on helping her clean up after a meal. They worked together in the kitchen, more often than not taking much longer than necessary for they took a kiss break whenever possible.
She loved taking kiss breaks.
They’d already taken several while cleaning the kitchen, leaving her breathless, hot, and damp between her thighs. Her breasts felt full and butterflies danced around in her tummy. Three days without being in Eric’s arms was much too long.
He walked toward her. That sexy swagger of his heated her blood even more. “Why don’t you make the coffee and I’ll build a fire?”
“Okay.”
The desire in her throat made her voice come out as a husky whisper. A satisfied male gleam lit his eyes. He knew exactly the kind of effect he had on her. Tipping up her chin, he kissed her gently, then left the room.
Brenna had to fan her face a moment to bring her hormones back under control before she could start the coffee.
She found Eric seated on the floor in front of the fireplace. He had turned off the lamps on either side of the L-shaped couch, so the room was lit only with the glow of the fire and the many candles on the mantle and tables. He watched her approach, his gaze traveling over her breasts and hips.
Those butterflies started beating inside her tummy again. A year with him should have dampened her desire for him. It hadn’t. If anything, it increased more with each day. Every kiss, every look, every touch, only made her want him more.
She wanted a lifetime with him.
Brenna handed one mug of coffee to Eric and sat on the floor beside him. She sipped the strong brew, but he didn’t taste his. Instead, he held his mug in one hand and looked at her. She took another sip before facing him.
“You’re staring at me.”
“Yes, I am. I enjoy staring at you.” He touched her jaw with his free hand. His thumb coasted over her lips. “You’re so beautiful, Brenna,” he whispered.
His words of praise brought heat to her cheeks. Brenna’s reflection didn’t break any mirrors, but she knew she wasn’t the beauty Eric claimed. “When’s the last time you had your eyes checked?”
“I see just fine. You are beautiful and talented and intelligent and—”
“Okay, now you’re embarrassing me big-time.”
“I don’t understand why. My God, you design multimillion dollar lighting programs. That takes an incredible amount of talent and intelligence.”
Brenna’s job took time and patience as well as intelligence. She earned a very nice living because she did her job well. But accepting Eric’s—or anyone‘s—compliments had never been easy.
Eric cupped her chin and caressed it with his thumb. “What can I do to convince you how special you are?”
Brenna nipped his thumb lightly with her teeth. “Kiss me?”
He smiled. “With pleasure.”
His lips covered hers in a tender, loving kiss. Brenna sighed into his mouth. Each time he kissed her was better than the last. She parted her lips when she felt the soft touch of his tongue. He ventured a fraction of an inch into her mouth, withdrew, then ventured a bit farther. Over and over, he repeated the action. Brenna’s bones melted and she had to clutch his upper arms to remain upright.
Eric pulled back enough to look into her eyes. “You, Brenna West, are an excellent kisser.”
“I’ve taken lessons from a master.”
“Master, huh?” He grinned devilishly. “I like the sound of that.”
“Don’t let it go to your head, buster.”
“Speaking of heads, I believe there was some talk on the phone today about kissing body parts.”
Brenna had to bite her lower lip to keep from smiling. “I seem to recall a conversation something like that.”
“So when does all that kissing of body parts start?”
“How about right now?”
Chapter Three
Brenna rose to her knees between his legs. Grasping the hem of his sweater, she pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Her gaze moved over his broad shoulders, strong arms, and hair-dusted chest. Eric wasn’t her first lover. She’d seen other men’s chests, and she’d seen pictures of well-built men. None of them could compare to Eric. His father’s family came from Ireland, but there was also Mediterranean blood from his mother’s family running through his veins. She wouldn’t call his skin olive, but he always had the appearance of a tan.
It made him look deliciously sexy.
So did the well-defined muscles in his arms. Eric liked working out, and it definitely showed. He gave himself one day a week to be lazy, but the rest of the week included a regular exercise program.
The exercise program certainly paid off.
Brenna ran her fingernails lightly down his firm chest and flat stomach, then back up again. She did it once more while leaning closer and nibbling the pounding vein in his neck.
He drew in a sharp breath. “Careful, my little vampire.”
“Did that hurt? I’m sorry.” She swiped her tongue across the bite, hoping to relieve the sting. “Better?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice thick. “Much better.”
Brenna shifted so she could nibble the other side of his neck. Eric cupped her buttocks and massaged them as she feasted on his skin. A light sheen of sweat made him taste salty.
Scrumptious, but she wanted more. She pushed on his shoulders until he reclined on the carpet.
Anticipation of what Brenna would do to him sent blood rushing back to Eric’s cock, making him hard in seconds.
No other woman had ever affected him the way Brenna did.
She tugged her skirt up to her thighs and straddled his hips. A smug, feminine smile turned up her lips when she settled her pussy over his groin. “Hard already? And I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“I have a vivid imagination.”
“Apparently.”
She wiggled her hips, settling herself more firmly over his groin. Eric could feel the heat from her pussy through his slacks and shorts and her panties. He groaned and lifted his hips, gently grinding his cock against her. “That feels good.”
“I’ve only just begun to make you feel good.” Starting at his stomach, she ran her fingertips up his body to his shoulders the way she had a moment earlier. Goose bumps erupted on his skin at the feathery touch. She made the return journey with her fingernails. Eric groaned again when she lightly scratched his nipples.
“Like that?” she asked.
“You know I do.”
Brenna scratched his nipples again, then leaned forward and soothed the scratches with her tongue. Over and over, she licked his nipples until they were firm nubs. Eric clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her head. The feel of her soft tongue, her warm breath, made him want to throw her to her back and thrust deep inside her.
Moving back on his thighs, she bit and licked a path across his chest and down his stomach. The tip of her tongue dipped inside his navel. Eric closed his eyes to better savor the sensations. He drew in a breath and held it when she unfastened his belt. The button on his pants loosened. He released his breath in a whoosh as she slowly lowered his zipper.
Eric opened his eyes again. Brenna looked at his face as she reached inside his shorts. Her gaze fell to his groin when she freed his cock. She wrapped both hands around it and caressed it from head to balls and back again.
Eric sucked in a breath between his teeth. “That’s nice, babe.”
“It certainly is. I love touching you.” She released him long enough to tug his shorts and slacks past his hips. Returning her hands to him, she palmed his balls with one hand while rubbing her thumb over the head with the other. “I love your size. You’re big, but not too big. You fit inside me just right.” She bent forward. “I love your scent, your taste,” she whispered.
Her mouth enveloped the head. Eric automatically lifted his hips, trying to drive his cock farther into her mouth.
Brenna pulled away from him. “Uh-uh. No rushing. Lie still and let me love you.”
“Lie still? You’re asking a lot of a man.”
She squeezed his cock. “You have a lot to give,” she said with a grin. She scooted down his legs, taking his shorts and pants with her. When she reached his feet, she grabbed his socks and shoes too, and pulled them off. The rest of his clothes joined his sweater in a pile next to the loveseat.
Sitting back on her heels, she looked at his body. “This is the way I like you. You are so gorgeous and sexy.”
“I feel the same way about you. So how come I’m naked and you’re still dressed?”
“Because I’m in charge tonight.”
“Oh, you are?” Eric cleared his throat to keep from grinning. He hooked his hands behind his head. “Does that mean I’m at your mercy for whatever evil thing you decide to do?”
“It certainly does.” She pushed his legs apart and moved between them. “I get to do anything I want to you tonight.”
“Like some of that stuff you talked about on the phone?”
“Yes.”
Eric couldn’t stop his grin this time. “Goody.”
Brenna laughed. “I love a man who’s so easy.” Her expression once more lust-filled, she ran her hands up and down his thighs. “You are easy, right?”
“Extremely.”
She scooted farther between his legs. Bending over, she took his cock in her mouth again.
This time, Eric did grab her head. He couldn’t help himself. The warmth and moisture of her mouth felt so good. He lifted his hips just a bit, silently encouraging her to take him deeper. She slid her mouth slowly down his length, until her lips touched his balls.
“God, babe,” he rasped.
Holding him with one hand, Brenna swirled her tongue around and over the head. “Do you like this?”
“Yesssss.”
She caressed the slit with the tip of her tongue, then licked the head again. She ran her tongue down each side and over the head before engulfing him once more. His cock grew harder and wetter with each pass of her lips over the velvety skin.
Drawing closer and closer to orgasm, Eric dropped back to earth with a thump when Brenna removed her mouth.
“Don’t stop!”
“I had to. You were about to come, and I’m not ready for you to do that.”
“You’re not ready?” She was going to kill him. “Jesus, Brenna—”
“My rules, remember?”
Her rules could only go so far before he had to take over. Throwing her to her back and fucking her until she couldn’t walk was sounding better and better.
That thought intensified when Brenna pulled her sweater over her head. She wore a lacy black bra that barely covered her nipples. It pushed her creamy breasts together and upward, making her look far more busty than usual.
Eric swallowed. Hard. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to see the sun tomorrow.
Brenna ran her fingers over her breasts. “Do you like my new bra?”
“Very much.” His voice sounded strained to his own ears, but he couldn’t talk normally with desire clogging his throat.
“I bought it today.” She dipped the fingers of one hand into her cleavage. “I’m also wearing skimpy little panties to match it.”
“When do I get to see them?”
“Soon.” Unfastening the front clasp of her bra, she slowly peeled back the cups. Those perfect, rose-tipped breasts came into view. Eric’s mouth watered with the desire to have her hard nipples in his mouth. Brenna slid the straps down her arms and pitched the bra to land on the pile of Eric’s clothes. “I have some other things in mind first.”
Leaning forward, Brenna surrounded his wet cock with her breasts. Eric growled low in his throat and hooked his hands behind his head again so he could see her better. He watched her cup her breasts and push them together to hold him in place. He pumped his hips once, shoving his cock more firmly between her breasts. The sensation felt so good, he pumped again. And again.
Brenna moved her hands until her fingertips touched her nipples. Eric stilled a moment to watch her pluck at them with her middle and forefingers. His breathing deepened at the sight of her pleasuring herself. The only thing better than watching her play with her nipples was watching her rub her clit.
The thought of that made him begin pumping his hips again. Every time his cock appeared at the top of her breasts, she licked the head. Each pump, each lick, brought him closer to orgasm.
“Tell me when you’re going to come,” Brenna said.
“I’m close.”
“Tell me.”
Eric closed his eyes and pumped three more times. “Now!”
Brenna took him in her mouth. Eric grabbed her head, squeezed his eyes shut, and muttered a soft curse as his seed shot down her throat.
He didn’t know how much time passed before he was able to think clearly again. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he saw Brenna standing over him, one foot on each side of his waist. She wore nothing but a very tiny pair of black lace panties.
“I hope you don’t think we’re through.”
Eric slid his hands up her smooth legs, as far as he could reach. “No, ma’am. I was just trying to remember how to breathe.”
“Good.” She reached up and released the clip from her hair. The dark curls fell in a cascade to her nipples. Pushing it aside, she cradled her breasts in her hands and caressed them. “You like to watch me touch myself, don’t you?”
“Yes. Very much.”
“Which do you like to watch the most—me touching my breasts or between my legs?”
“Either one works for me.” He squeezed her calves. “Is it my turn to tell you what to do?”
“I think that’s only fair.”
“Squeeze your nipples.”
Eyes closed, she tilted her head
back while rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her pelvis shifted as she touched herself. She was obviously enjoying the sensations in her body.
He wanted her to enjoy so much more.
“Now slide your hand inside your panties.”
Brenna looked him in the eyes. She slowly slid her right hand down her stomach and past the waistband of her panties.
“Push a finger inside you.”
Her panties hid her hand from him, but he could tell by her movements that she’d obeyed his command. He squeezed her calves again. “Add another finger.”
More movement, this time accompanied by a moan and more pelvis shifting.
“Now lick them.”
Brenna pulled her hand from her panties and dragged her tongue up her fingers. That action pushed Eric over the edge. He grabbed her free hand and tugged hard. She released a surprised yelp as she fell on top of him. Eric caught her so she wouldn’t hurt herself, then quickly flipped them so she lay on her back with him looming over her.
“Now we play by my rules.”
Chapter Four
A shiver danced up Brenna’s spine, but not one of fear. The fierce look in Eric’s eyes made her clit throb and her pussy moisten even more. Before she had the chance to draw a breath, he slid his hand inside her panties and covered her mouth with his in a voracious kiss.
He pushed two fingers inside her. Brenna gasped from the sensation, and his tongue filled her mouth. A mewl of pleasure was the only sound she could make as he kissed her hungrily.
She’d released a hungry beast, and she loved it.
“Lift your hips,” he said against her lips.
She obeyed him without hesitation. He jerked her panties past her knees, then shoved his fingers inside her again. Brenna let her thighs fall open to give Eric more room. He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, pausing only to circle her clit with his thumb.
“You’re so creamy.” His hot breath flowed over her ear, sending another shiver through her body. “I love how wet you get for me.”
Brenna reached between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his rapidly growing erection. “I love how hard you get for me.” She squeezed his cock. “I need this inside me.”
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