Delicious Complication

by Sabrina Sol

  Although he’d intended the kiss to be a statement to those watching, it turned out to be more of an exclamation point on his own pent up frustration. He knew he’d lost control with his mouth and his words. Still, he wasn’t going to apologize for telling her the truth. Wasn’t that what she said she had wanted? He was a grown-ass man and shouldn’t have to hide his desires—especially from the woman pretending to be in love with him. It all seemed so silly. But the ball was in her court now. If she wanted him, then she’d have to be the one to make the next move. He just hoped that move didn’t involve leaving his house and canceling their agreement.

  He felt someone tug on his sleeve and the night took a turn he’d never seen coming.

  “Take me home.”

  The words were breathed, rather than spoken. Yet he’d heard them loud and clear. He spun around and found Daisy staring at him with an expression on her face he couldn’t quite figure out. “What are you saying?”

  She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her. “I’m saying take me home. And take me to bed.”

  They didn’t speak once they said their good-byes, or in the car, perhaps afraid one of them would say something to stop this. To his credit, Brandon drove only about fifteen miles over the speed limit.

  It was still too slow as far as Daisy was concerned.

  She couldn’t explain it. Even now as Brandon zoomed down the freeway she couldn’t have said what it was that made her decide to finally sleep with him tonight.

  After all, she should’ve been offended that he was obnoxious enough to think she belonged to him, or that he could brand her with a kiss in front of all those people. But rather than consumed with anger, she was enflamed with lust. Maybe it was the high of everything that happened with Mira. Or maybe it was the realization that in a party filled with so many beautiful, famous women, she was the one Brandon wanted to take home.

  Or maybe, like him, she was just tired of pretending.

  As he pulled into the driveway, she silently thanked God that Lorena was staying the night with Alexa. Whatever was about to happen between them, she didn’t need to worry that his mother would be around to hear it.

  Brandon parked and got out of the car. He made his way to her side and opened the door. He offered his hand and she took it. The contact made her inhale sharply. But then he let go and motioned for her to head to the house. She walked carefully up the brick pathway, stopping when she reached the front door. Brandon inserted the key and pushed the door open, again motioning for her to go ahead of him.

  While she hadn’t expected him to jump on her in the driveway, his continuing silence and physical distance made her wonder if he’d changed his mind. She stopped in the middle of the foyer after hearing the door close behind her. “So we should talk about what—”

  He grabbed her left wrist and spun her around to face him. Then he grabbed her other wrist, making her drop her small clutch purse on the floor, and walked her backward until she was up against the front door, pinning her hands on each side of her head. “I think we’re done talking.”

  He claimed her mouth in one long, brutal kiss, finally giving her the physical contact she’d been waiting for. She surrendered to him and their tongues dueled in a desperate dance to taste each other, feed on each other. Brandon moved his lips to her neck while his hands still pinned hers. “God, I’ve thought about touching you like this for so long. So damn long.”

  So had she. It wasn’t until he kissed her at the party that she’d realized just how long she’d been waiting. She was a starved woman who’d been tricking herself into thinking she wasn’t that hungry. His kiss blasted through any remnants of self-control, and she was ready to finally indulge in her cravings.

  “I want you, Brandon,” she confessed.

  He lifted his head to look at her. “And I want you, Daisy. Necesito. You know that. I’m ready to take you, but I need to know for sure. I need to know you’re ready for this. Because if you’re not, I’ll let you go right now.”

  The thought of Brandon not touching her again was inconceivable. She met his darkened eyes. “I’m sure. Make me yours, once and for all.”

  It was the permission he needed. He let go of her wrists and encircled her with his arms. She threw hers around his neck and pulled him down for another consuming kiss. He groaned and it thrilled her to know that she had caused him to do that. Their passion became a hurricane of heated energy, and she was swept up in its vortex, hurtling toward a place of raw sexual need that she’d never experienced before. If this is what it meant to become lost in another person, then she didn’t want to ever be found.

  “I’m going to go crazy if I don’t touch you, Daisy. Dejame tocarte.”

  “Yes…touch me, please.”

  Brandon dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of her cocktail dress, pushing it up around her waist. “Careful,” she whispered. “The dress is rented. I have to send it back tomorrow.”

  He hooked a finger under the waistband of her black thong. “Is this rented, too?”

  “No. Why?”

  In one swift move, he ripped the flimsy material off her body and spread her lips open. The warmth and wetness of his tongue buckled her knees as he licked her with one long stroke, and she cried out. Her belly tightened and twisted with so much pleasure that she involuntarily arched her hips against him, her body begging on its own for more than just his tongue. He responded by tapping his fingers against her swollen mound. The light, teasing pressure drove her insane and she found herself gyrating against his hand.

  “You like that, don’t you? Well, you’re going to like this even more,” he said, and slid a finger inside her. They both gasped. “Fuck, you’re so hot and wet already.” He continued to pump his finger in and out of her while his mouth went back to sucking on her clit.

  Small tremors of pleasure vibrated from her core and fanned out to every nerve in her body. She hovered at the edge, not ready to let go just yet. The longer she held in the explosion, the bigger the final bang would be. But her willpower was no match for Brandon’s expert tongue and before she knew it, the rumbling of a full-blown orgasm made her legs begin to quake. “I’m going to come. Oh my God, I’m going to come so hard,” she said between long, deep breaths.

  And then it happened. Full-on detonation.

  Did that scream come from her? It must have. Through her blissful, glorious haze of sweet satisfaction, she watched as Brandon reached to pick up her purse. Then he took her in his arms and lifted her up. “What are you doing?” she mumbled.

  “Taking you to my bed, so I can finally drive my cock deep inside you like we both need me to do.”

  Before, she would’ve protested and made some remark about breaking his back, or insist she didn’t need to be carried. But because she still didn’t trust the steadiness of her legs, and because she couldn’t think of a valid argument why he shouldn’t, she laid her head against his arm and allowed him to hold her. On the way up the stairs, the only sounds he made were deep breaths that fanned her hair. He didn’t kick open the bedroom door like in some cheesy romance movie. Instead he nudged it open with his shoulder, tossed her purse to the side and then gently put her down in front of him when they reached the bed. There, the gentleness stopped. Brandon dropped his head and kissed her hard. Their mouths opened so their tongues could find each other again. But it wasn’t enough.

  Daisy reached between their bodies and pressed against the thick bulge between Brandon’s legs. “Do you feel that, Daisy?” he asked against her mouth. “My cock is so hard because of you. It wants to be inside you so fucking bad.”

  His words turned her internal temperature to scorching. Her sex clenched at the thought of finally being filled by Brandon. “I want it inside me, too,” she whispered and started pulling his shirt up and then unbuckling his belt. They broke apart so he could take the rest of his clothes off. She sat down on the bed and watched as the full picture of Brandon’s beautiful naked body came together. His engorged penis jutted ou
t from his body, and Daisy licked her lips at the sight of its glistening head.

  Brandon knew exactly what she was thinking. “Cariño, as much as I want to feel those lips around my dick, I don’t think I could handle it. Stand up and turn around.”

  Disappointment at not being able to taste him subsided as soon as she felt his hands on her shoulders and his warm lips nibbling her ear. She sighed and arched her neck to give him better access.

  After licking and tasting her neck, he pulled the zipper of her dress down and brushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. His lips moved to her bare back, and she shivered—not from the cold, but from the trail of heat he made with his mouth. Brandon unhooked her bra and then covered her breasts with his palms. She fell against him and he moaned as her bare ass made contact with his erection.

  From behind, he wrapped his arms around her and said into her ear, “God, I can’t believe I finally get to hold you like this. Your body feels so good against mine.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes, caught up in the sensation of their naked bodies rubbing against each other. His hard arms felt amazing against her soft skin. Their position was so intimate, so sensual. Heat rushed to her face and she was sure she was blushing. Before Amara’s wedding, she would’ve never imagined being this close to Brandon. Sure, the thought of him in bed had crossed her mind a few times. How could it not? But this was different. This was unimaginable. Unthinkable.

  Because if she did let herself think about it much longer, she might have just run out of the room.

  Perhaps sensing a change in her passion, Brandon made sure Daisy came back to him by moving one hand between her legs. Her eyes opened as a finger circled her clit and then penetrated her folds. “That’s what I thought,” he said as his lips brushed her shoulder. “Your pussy is still dripping with desire for me.”

  He whipped her around then, and pushed her softly onto the bed so he could take off her heels. Now they were both completely naked. He knelt between her legs and proceeded to feast like a starved man on her breasts as he guided her up toward the head of the bed. She gasped as he alternated between sucking her nipples into thick, stiff peaks and teasing them with slow, light licks. She couldn’t take much more.

  “Please, Brandon,” she begged for what he’d promised her.

  “Almost, mi amante. Almost.” He reached beyond her to the single drawer of the small nightstand table and brought back a square foil packet. She watched through half-closed eyelids as he tore it open with his teeth and then rolled the condom onto his penis. Then he grabbed one of the new sham-covered pillows she’d bought and maneuvered it underneath her ass. “This will make sure that you can take me as deep as possible. Are you ready, Daisy?”

  She wasn’t. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was feeling Brandon inside her.

  So she nodded.

  He spread her thighs open with his hands, taking the time to kiss the inside of each one. With one hand he guided himself slowly to the entrance of her sex and then pushed inside. A grunt escaped his lips, while she inhaled a quick, deep breath. He didn’t move for a couple of seconds. “Aye, you feel so good,” he told her. “I wanted to take my time, savor this. But feeling your tight pussy…I don’t think I can wait much longer. I need to fuck you. ”

  Being filled by him was much more than she had expected. Her body was humming with electricity, every nerve vibrating with lust. She couldn’t come again, could she? She’d never had an orgasm during intercourse before. Her hardened nipples and pulsing core told her that was all about to change.

  “Then do it, Brandon. Dear God, do it now.”

  He withdrew from her and she whimpered. Actually whimpered. But then with one quick thrust, he impaled her once again. Daisy closed her eyes as her orgasm overtook her.

  “Look at me when I’m inside you. I want to see you come,” he ordered.

  She forced her eyes open and they locked gazes just as the last wave of pleasure rolled through her body. Neither looked away as he continued to drive into her over and over again. His breathing became as labored as hers, and the veins along his neck strained with tension. She wanted to give him the release he so desperately needed, and the pleasure he’d already given her twice.

  Daisy reached up and dug her nails into his forearms. “Harder,” she urged. “Make me yours.”

  He hooked his arms around her legs and slammed into her with two quick thrusts. His face turned red as his body jerked and shuddered. “Fuuuuuck,” he yelled and collapsed on top of her.

  She lay still for a few seconds, waiting for her pulse and heart rate to slow down.

  “Wow,” he murmured into her neck after they both finally caught their breath.

  “This is so not how I thought tonight would end,” she said with a laugh.

  He raised his head to look at her. “Me either. Okay, maybe I did think it a little. That dress was hot.”

  She laughed again and pushed him off her. He gave her another long kiss. “Damn, I really don’t want to go to the restaurant tonight. Maybe I should just stay here in bed with you?”

  Did he really want to stay? Or was he just saying it so she could be the one to tell him to go? “Do what you want.”

  He raised his eyebrow at her comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means what you think it means. I’m telling you to do what you want. Go to the restaurant or stay here.”

  The raised eyebrow didn’t go down. “Okay, then I’m going to jump in the shower and get dressed and head over to the restaurant for an hour to check on supplies for tomorrow’s brunch service. But then I’m coming straight back to this bed, so don’t you dare put any clothes on.”

  He gave her a quick kiss and escaped to the bathroom before she could respond. Being alone gave her some precious time to absorb what had just happened—until she heard a muffled ringing coming from the end of the bed. Covering herself with the robe she kept on a nearby armchair, Daisy went searching for her ringing purse. But when she pulled out her phone and recognized the number, she’d wished she’d never found it.

  Just answer it and get it over with.

  Daisy pushed the button and said, “Hello, Mom.”

  “Why is it that I’m the last to know that you’re engaged to the famous restaurant chef Brandon Montoya?”

  “I’m fine, Mom. Thanks for asking. And he’s not the chef, he owns the restaurant.”

  “Stop the sarcasm. So is this true? Are you really engaged? My friend Gloria sent me a picture of you two at Christian Santos’ engagement party. It was on some website.”

  Damn, those paparazzi worked fast. “Yes, I’m engaged. There, I’ve confirmed the rumor. Anything else?”

  “Anything else? Are you kidding me? I want details. How long have you two been dating? Are you living together? When’s the wedding?”

  “Mom, it’s late and I was actually already in bed. Can we talk about this later?”

  “I guess. How about we do brunch tomorrow? Then you can catch me up on all of the details and we can start planning the wedding. Oh, I just had the best idea. I’m going to throw you and Brandon an engagement party at the club. Tomorrow I can show you the ballroom and we can look at menus—”

  “Mom, stop. I’m not ready to start planning anything yet. And I can’t do brunch tomorrow anyway. Some other time, okay?”

  “Fine. Just as long as we talk. I’m sorry for getting so carried away, it’s just so very exciting. I can’t believe you’re going to marry somebody so rich and famous. It’s what I always wanted for you, you know that, don’t you?”

  “What about love, Mom? Aren’t you happy that I’m marrying someone who loves me and who I love back?” It didn’t matter that it wasn’t true now because when she became engaged for real then it would be.

  “Well, of course, dear. It’s just that love doesn’t pay the bills.”

  And there they were. The words she’d heard most of her life. Her mother used them to justify leaving her da
d. Yet she never once had a convincing argument as to why she left Daisy, too.

  She promised to call in a few days and then rushed her mother off the phone before she could say anything more to infuriate her. Daisy pressed her cool palms against her burning cheeks. She’d become as heated as when she’d first answered the call but for all kinds of different reasons. Maybe one day she’d have a real relationship with her mother. But that day would not be today or tomorrow or even next week. How could she, when her mother proved time and time again that she’d never change? She’d always be more concerned with appearances and material things than family.

  And after trying to convince her mother that this fake engagement was based on love, it just seemed all that more clear to her that it wasn’t. There was no denying that they were attracted to each other. But now that they’d scratched their proverbial itch, things could calm down.

  And Brandon would forget that he ever wanted her in the first place.

  Still, she had to keep her distance for her own sake. Especially now that she’d landed the Santos-Alvarez wedding. She needed to show Brandon that what happened tonight didn’t have to change anything. It couldn’t.

  Then Brandon walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.

  Daisy tugged tighter at her robe and ignored the instant rush of heat between her legs. “Um, aren’t you going to get dressed?”

  “My clothes are in the other room, remember? But not for long. I’ll move them back tomorrow.”

  “Oh, you’re going to start sleeping in here?” The thought really hadn’t occurred to her.

  He moved to the side of the bed and picked up his discarded suit and other items. “Judging by your tone, I guess I’m not.”

  “No, it’s fine. I just thought…”

  “You thought what? This was a one time thing?”

  “Well, yeah. We agreed—”

  “We did agree to keep this arrangement platonic but that was before. Now that I know how amazing it feels to be inside you, I’m not sure if I can not be inside you again.”