by Lexy Timms
His hands ran up the backs of her legs, caressing, touching, probing. His lips and tongue delved into her, his entire body pressed against her, carrying her when her knees buckled and threatened to give out.
In shy wonder, she let him lay her down on the carpet in the middle of the living room. His hands took the place of his lips as he reached for her one nipple and then ran his mouth over the ruin of the left breast. He was gentle then rough. His hand never stopped exploring her; he treated her as though she was fragile and then picked her up and tossed her onto the couch as though she weighed nothing.
She lay caught between arousal and on the edge of tears. This was acceptance. Love. He was showering all of it on her. There were no words, and if she thought she’d loved him before she discovered her heart had no boundaries after all.
Then he tore off his shirt and arousal came to the fore.
Never had a man looked so beautiful. Brant stripped out of his clothing, and flung the remains across the room. She laughed as he dove back to her like a starving man who had just been presented with a banquet. His lips were everywhere, touching, caressing. She writhed under him, crying out softly with each kiss.
His breath came fast in her ear. The smell of him was clean, masculine, intoxicating. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist as he poised himself above her for a long moment. She looked into his eyes to see why he hesitated.
He smiled at her and, as he pressed between her folds, he lowered his head to her neck and whispered harshly in her ear, “You’re beautiful.” He buried into her in a single thrust.
They came together in crests of release, in passion reignited. When her orgasm hit her, she curled into him and held him with every muscle of her being. When he came he held her, kissing her, caressing her, crying out his release and his love for her. So intense that it set hers off again.
When they’d caught their breath, he stood and held out his hand. From her position where she lay on the couch, his hand wasn’t the only thing she could grab and she said so.
“Come on…” he growled, but he smiled as he did so. She reached for her clothing but he wouldn’t allow her, swatting her hands away and finally chasing her naked to the kitchen where they found meat and cheese and a bottle of wine.
They ate naked. They talked and laughed and kissed and came back to the living room and made love on the couch, on the floor. He refused to allow her to dress, nor did he attempt to. She teased him about being a nudist at heart. For a moment, the look he gave her as he answered, “You, my sweet, should never wear clothes at all,” left her absolutely breathless.
Then she concentrated on him, because turnabout was fair play. Not that it was a hardship. That lean, sparse frame with tight muscles speaking of a regimen at the gym, the straight wide back and narrow waist, the tight buns, the penis that rose and fell like a lust-indicator…all of it was intoxicating.
After a time, she forgot she was naked. The scars were nothing more or less than nipples or hair or skin. For the first time, she understood that he wasn’t being polite when he said it; he wasn’t denying anything for her sake. The scars were as beautiful as the rest of her. As beautiful as her freckles, the mole on her side. It was just… her. And through him she saw that beauty.
Hours passed. Eventually they wore each other out and lay together on the floor of the living room, in a nest made of blankets taken from unused beds, cushions raided from every room, crumbling pillow forts and a few random pizza boxes, they held on to each other as though they would be swept away if they let go.
Mel reached over for her jeans and assured him that it wasn’t to wear, just to get something out of the pocket.
“Someone came by while I was waiting for you to finish with Maria,” she said, and fished out a thick business card. She handed it to him. “Said we should think about a new project. Something about going where we’re needed. He talked about ‘matching funds’.”
Brant took the card. BERTREM HASTINGS, M.D. He smiled and lay it down on the table behind him.
“No,” he said finally. “I’m rich; we’re doing nothing ever again.” He nibbled her nape. “Just curl up here and make love and raid the kitchen naked. That’s all we do from now on.”
Mel laughed, tumbling on top of him, and found some places of her own to nibble. “Is that so, Doctor? I think you’ll get bored awfully fast.”
“Then I’ll figure out where you’re ticklish…” he threatened, and she squealed.
When she’d caught her breath, made him swear never to do that again, and got him to confess he’d lied about never doing that again, she leaned into him and lay her head on his shoulder. “I really am sorry I didn’t believe you,” she whispered.
He pulled his head back and looked at her quizzically. “Still? What are you looking for, a spanking?”
Mel gasped. “NO!” she said, laughing, and leaned against him, thinking about it. After a moment, she kissed his hand. “Maybe for your birthday,” she whispered quietly.
He chuckled. “Maybe for yours.”
“Maybe.”
“BRANT! FOR BLOODY SAKE!”
Mel shot to her feet as heat flushed her face and entire body.
The woman at the door was facing away—resolutely facing away, determined to NOT look inside the room.
“Hello, Mother!” Brant said as Mel began a headlong flight down the hallway. She beat Brant to the door of the bedroom by a good fifty feet but, then again, Brant was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
THE END
Forever Together
FOREVER TOGETHER BLURB #3
The wedding of the century is being planned – and it would have been nice if anyone had thought to ask the Bride and Groom what they’d wanted. But Dr. Melissa Bell is so wrapped up in what’s happening with Doctor’s International now that the director is no longer part of the organization she just doesn’t have the energy to say no to anything. Especially Brant Layton’s mother, Hollywood legend Linda Phelps.
It’s not like Brant is any help. He’s been AWOL since his mother came back to LA and is too distracted to notice that his fiancé is floundering in a sea of social obligations. Oh sure, he trots out the tux on cue, and says all the right things, but something's wrong and he’s not talking.
There seems to have been a communications breakdown. And with the big day fast approaching, Brant and Mel are more disconnected than ever. Is the honeymoon over, even before the nuptials are performed?
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From USA Today Bestselling Author, Lexy Timms, comes a billionaire romance that'll make you swoon and fall in love all over again.
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