I grabbed the handles of my laptop and purse, and pulled both from under the chair in front of me. I rested one knee on my seat, jockeying for my chance to pour into the aisle with everyone else. Disembarking first wasn’t usually a priority for me, but today was different.
Brandon’s face flashed through my mind, bringing with it the butterflies I’d tried so hard to quell. I’d had doubts about making a relationship work, when we spent so much time away from each other, but even when we were thousands of miles apart, we kept things hot. I adored our sexy phone conversations. However, my favorites were the nights when the tangents flowed, and we hopped from one topic to the next without pause, well into the early hours of the morning. Walking the professional side of the line to sell lingerie while exhausted could be a strain, but it was worth it for those extra stolen moments talking to Brandon.
I jostled my way into the pack of exiting passengers, and tried to bring my racing pulse under control long enough to make it past the gate. I paused in front of a gift-shop mirror long enough to run my fingers through my hair. The dark-brown locks hung halfway down my back—I let it grow past its shoulder-length bob when Brandon told me he liked it longer. I loved the way he knotted his fingers in my hair when he yanked my head back and kissed me, so it hadn’t been a tough decision.
I smoothed my hands over my denim skirt, straightened my T-shirt, and turned back toward the luggage carrousel. The moment I was free of the heavier throngs of people, I slung the straps of my bags over my shoulder and picked up the pace. I wouldn’t see him until I passed the security checkpoint, but that didn’t stop me from scanning every person I passed.
The shuttle ride and then the escalator—and then another one—took an eternity. I could rush past everyone and get there first. I wasn’t going to be that impatient, though, despite what the electricity pulsing through me demanded.
Disappointment inched in when I didn’t see his familiar face among the small crowd at baggage claim. Looking for the dark, spiked hair and gorgeous brown eyes I could lose myself in. His sturdy frame, muscled chest, and the way he was just enough taller than me I could tuck my head under his chin and lose myself in his embrace.
He was held up in traffic or looking for a parking place, right? I searched the faces around me.
The familiar scent of aftershave and leather filled my senses seconds before a pair of arms encircled my waist.
Brandon.
He traveled one hand down my thigh until his fingertips reached the hem of my denim skirt. He skated along the edge of the fabric, tugging it up enough to tease. My senses flared to life, as images danced in my head. His hard length pressed into my backside, and wetness pooled between my legs. I’d missed him more than I realized.
“What’s a gorgeous woman like you doing alone in a place like this?” His question caressed my ear.
I leaned back into him, rested my head on his shoulder, and made sure he saw my exaggerated pout. The rough scrape of two or three days’ worth of stubble on his cheek scrapped my skin. “I was waiting for my boyfriend, but he stood me up.”
He trailed his lips along my neck, words vibrating against my skin. “The guy sounds like an ass. You should come home with me instead.”
“I don’t know. He’s pretty tough. Could you take him if you had to?” I turned to face him, never jarring his hands from my hips and thighs, and intertwined my fingers at the base of his neck. His deeply muscled chest teased me through the thin cotton of our T-shirts, and kicked my careening imagination up another gear. It was a good thing we didn’t live far from the airport.
The corner of his mouth twitched in a familiar, crooked smile, and he nipped at my bottom lip. “Nope. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I can run pretty damn fast.”
An easy laugh filled me. I’d missed all of this. Not only his touch, but his delicious sense of humor and how easy it was to slide into—well—anything with him. My memories whispered how good it felt to be intertwined with him.
It took the last of my restraint, not to find an empty room somewhere and let him press me against the wall and shove my skirt out of the way.
I shook the powerful images aside. No need for that. I had the real thing right here. I pressed my lips to his, closed my eyes, and fell into the kiss. He slipped his hands into my back pockets and tugged me close.
My gut sank at the familiar feeling of my cell humming at my hip. Shit. I should have turned that off the moment I was done answering email.
He pulled away, one eyebrow raised. “You’re vibrating, lover. Are you that happy to see me?”
My hand flew to the phone, the instinct to answer it overriding common sense.
His fingers on my arm stopped me, his brown–eyed gaze falling on the device. “I thought you had the week off.”
I could take care of this quickly. Tell them to go away, and then spend the rest of my time being with him. “I do. I just… they’re adjusting to Day One without me. I promise I won’t be long.” It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. We had enough conversations in the past about my client’s unrealistic expectations for me to know that, but if I didn’t answer now, it would eat at me.
Brandon furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. Disappointment rushed in, along with cool air when he stepped away.
I’d apologize in a minute. I pressed the phone to my ear and forced my professional tone past the crawling defeat inside. “This is Molly.”
While I listened to the frantic voice on the other end of the line, I followed Brandon with my gaze. Damn. He looked good in those jeans. He bent to pick up my bag, as it passed by.
Silence filled my ear. Matt’s tentative question followed. “Molly?”
Crap. I should have paid attention. Stab-in-the-dark time. I plucked a stock response from my list of things I told him on a regular basis. “Are you sure you’re connecting to the client’s network before you try and reach their intranet?”
Another pause, followed by, “Oh, that was it. Sorry to bother you on your vacation. Thanks.”
“Yeah. Bye.” I clicked off the phone.
Brandon grabbed it from me and pushed the power button before handing it back. “You promised only us this week.” An edge snaked into his light tone.
Guilt joined everything else boiling inside. This was how all my relationships ended—arguments about how much time my work demanded. Brandon was different, though. He understood my schedule, and I wasn’t ready for things to spiral downward. Especially since part of me knew he had a point.
I was on vacation.
I dropped the Android back in my purse and shoved everything aside, except my giddiness at being home at the same time as him and my remorse at ruining the moment. “I’m sorry. I’m all yours now and for the next several days. I promise.”
The creases in his brow vanished, and he brushed his lips over mine. “That’s better.” He shouldered my luggage as if it held cotton and rested his hand on the small of my back. “How was your flight?”
I focused on the heat that raced through me at his touch, instead of the sadness he dialed back the conversation to generic small talk. “There was rain in Colorado, so it was a little bumpy on the connecting flight. Otherwise, it was all good.” At least I had canned answers, while I let my mind trip over ways to raise the heat and get the broken moment back.
He steered me toward the parking lot, and his breath caressed my skin when he bent his head enough to whisper in my ear, “Did you think of me on the plane? I bet in that skirt, no one would notice your fingers sliding under the tray table.”
So much for struggling to find the moment again. Fire seared my cheeks, not at the suggestion but at the potent images that came with it. “It’s no fun if you’re not watching,” I said.
“You’re just saying that. Maybe try it next time and take pictures. It’s a better use for your phone than email.”
I leaned into him and settled my head on his arm. My chest felt lighter with the teasing, and I sank back into the pleasantness of his
company. “Maybe I need to try it now. We could find an empty broom closet or something.”
He traveled his fingers down my hip. “You make it really tempting.”
The morning sun warmed me further when we stepped through sliding glass doors. I scanned the rows of cars we wove our way through, searching for his convertible. When he first told me he owned a Mustang, I teased him about it being a chick car, and he countered that he didn’t need a hunk of metal to define his masculinity.
Then I’d seen the candy-apple red, restored Sixty-five Shelby GT 350. Never gave him a hard time about his baby again. Though he did insist she was only the second prettiest woman in his life. Some of his friends gave him grief about using a show car as an everyday vehicle, but he said there was no point in restoring a car like that if he couldn’t drive it and enjoy it.
He popped the trunk and set my suitcase in. He grabbed my carry-on and stowed it as well, shut the back, and turned to me. Hands on my waist, he lifted me to sit on the trunk and pushed between my legs, pressing close enough his semi-erect cock nudged my mound through my panties. He nuzzled my neck. “God. I missed you, lover.”
The rumble in his voice deepened my flush, and the way he nipped at my earlobe made need throb between my thighs. I sighed and leaned my head back at the attention, vaguely aware of how public our surroundings were. A tiny bit of me said we needed to go home, but I wasn’t sure I could hold out that long.
He glided his fingers under my shirt and up my spine. I ground against him, and his cock hardened more with each shift of my weight. The tension of my bra gave way when he unsnapped the clasp.
He stepped back, mouth twisted in a smirk. “We should get going.”
I bit my bottom lip at the mixture of rejection and lust warring inside. Eyes narrowed in disbelief, I slid from the back of the car and dropped into the passenger seat when he held the door open for me. I wanted to be furious about the teasing. However, the fun back and forth, the hold-out, the prolonged anticipation, were all things I adored about him.
Moments later, we were in the line of cars waiting to exit the parking lot. His series of teases were fun, but after no hands-on attention from him for weeks, they had me aching to be pinned beneath him. A multitude of ways to return the favors flitted through my head, and I discarded each before it fully manifested. The best I could come up with was a verbal jab. I glanced at him, hating myself for the smile that betrayed how clever I thought I was being. “You’re being a little hard on the stick today.”
He tore his dark gaze from the slowly inching line long enough to wink. “I’ve got a bit of pent up frustration—what with my girlfriend being out of town for several weeks.” He turned his attention back to the traffic. A familiar, gravelly husk lined his tone. “She’s got this amazing, breathy voice when she’s playing with herself, and the only thing more intoxicating than her moans over the phone is how much better she sounds in person.”
Speaking of irresistible voices, his had shifted to the one that gave me goose bumps every time we had one of those conversations. Inspiration struck, and I kept my posture neutral, though he was watching the other cars and not me.
I rested my hand on his leg and received a sideway glance and raised eyebrows in return. I smiled, stroking him gently with my thumb, but nothing more, until he looked away again.
He pulled up to the parking ticket window. While he exchanged pleasantries with the attendant, I made sure his T-shirt hid my actions. I glided my fingers underneath, hovered less than an inch from his crotch, and slid down his zipper.
His mouth twitched while he finished paying, but to his credit, that was the only indicator he gave of what I was doing.
As he maneuvered into the exit lane, I drew my hand away and set it in my lap.
“You think that’s funny?” A laugh slipped into his question, belying his scowl.
“Kind of. Yeah.”
“Do you have any idea what you’ve started?”
“Me?” I enjoyed how easy it was to slip into this banter with him. And here I was worried things would be tense between us until we readjusted to being around each other. “You started it.”
He seemed to consider this for a moment, as the car hit the freeway on-ramp and accelerated to join the throngs of traffic. “And your point is?” he asked.
“I had to stop.” I kept my hands tucked neatly away, despite the urge to reach out and caress his shaft. “You don’t want me doing anything like that while you drive your baby down the freeway at seventy miles an hour.”
He held up a finger and opened his mouth, then snapped it shut again. “I’ll still get you back.”
“It’s too bad, too. Because someone got me all worked up, back at the airport.”
“You’ll have to suffer like the rest of us.” He stuck his tongue out at me.
I made sure I had the corner of his attention, before moving my hand under my shirt. Maybe I could tease him and give myself a little release at the same time. Just a touch. “Do I? Someone was nice enough to undo my bra for me, and none of the other drivers are paying attention.”
I gasped when I brushed a hard, eager nipple. Maybe this was a bad idea. I wanted his hands roaming over me, and his teasing had me squirming in my seat. But I wasn’t backing down now.
He swallowed and glanced at me again. “You’re not gutsy enough to do something like that on a crowded interstate.”
The challenge spurred me on. I moved down on the seat, my skirt inching up my legs, and slid my fingers along my inner thighs. I brushed the outside of my panties and groaned involuntarily. “I’m already wet.” Understatement of the decade.
He alternated his attention between the road and me. “Okay, you win.”
“You’re not telling me to stop, are you? I was just getting started.”
His groan was the same I heard over the phone that filled my head with explicit fantasy. “I’m going to crash if you don’t stop.”
I sighed in what I hoped was a soft and seductive tone.
Lifting my butt, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my cotton bikini briefs and pulled them past my hips. I stepped out of them and laid them on his leg. “You’ll hold these for me.”
The car veered hard right, startling me, and I realized we were speeding down an off-ramp. He paused at the Stop sign, then turned right. He pulled down a service road, parked the car under a tree, and shut off the engine.
A low growl rose from his throat. “God damn it, I missed you.” He whirled to face me, twisting his fingers in my hair and tugging hard, as his mouth found mine. His intense hunger sparked across every inch of me, and any desire to tease him vanished under the need to feel him.
I slid my hands up his chest, digging my nails into his shoulders when he sucked on my throat. I pushed him away, smiling at his scowl. “Wait for it.”
Shifting, I pulled my knees under me and turned back to him, running my fingers down his stomach. Under his shirt, his erection poked through his boxers and lowered zipper, building an impressive tent. I curled my fingers around his rigid shaft.
His moan stroked desire inside me. He nudged my head down. His breathing was ragged. “I need that pouty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
The command spurred me on. I lowered my head and flicked my mouth over the tip of his head, to lick a drop of pre-cum. I took him in my mouth as I pumped the base of his shaft.
“Finger yourself.” His low command permeated every inch of my senses. “I want to watch you play with yourself while you suck me off.”
It wasn’t quite what I’d been looking for, but I loved showing off for him. With my free hand, I reached beneath my skirt. My pussy was soaked, and the inside of my thighs coated. My sigh matched his, when I dipped between my folds.
I alternated between sucking and licking his hard length. He thrust his hips against my face, his pace increasing. I worked my fingers over my clit, and almost came from the contact. But I wanted to draw this out a little longer. I drove two digits inside myself
.
His gasps told me he was as close as I was, and for a moment I forgot about myself. His grip tightened in my hair, and I bobbed in rhythm to his grinding.
“Oh God, Molly. You feel so amazing. You’re going to make me come.”
The exclamation spurred me on, and I sucked his cock, not sure which of us was moaning louder. He thrust against me and spurted his hot seed against the back of my throat. I slowed, licking him clean and drawing one last shudder before pulling away.
He rested his hands on my cheeks. He drew me upright and kissed me deeply. “I missed you.” He pulled back, brow furrowed, and raked his gaze over my face. “You didn’t finish.”
Ten seconds ago, I wasn’t thinking about it, but his words reminded me a need still ached between my legs, and my breasts were begging for attention. I shook my head. “I got too caught up in the moment.”
He moved his hand under my shirt, pinched a nipple, and rolled it between his fingers. “We’ll have to take care of that.” His low suggestion sent pleasant chills through me.
He shoved my top out of the way and lowered his head, encircling the hard nub with his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth, occasionally scraping the sensitive skin with his teeth.
Oxygen stole from my head, leaving me dizzy and wanting more. I cried out when his other hand found its way between my legs, and he shoved two fingers inside me, stretching me.
He found my mouth with his, and he swallowed my moans as he pumped in and out of me. Each new pinch and push nudged me closer to climax. When he reached my clit, my body tensed.
I tightened around him, thrusting against his hand when I came.
He slowed and pulled away as intense shudders wracked my body. I locked my gaze on his, grasped his wrist, and sucked my juices off each one of his fingers before moving to the next.
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