Brandon

by Anne, Melody

  He was seriously regretting his choice of restaurants. It was a great location, but it was also a half hour from his house. He wasn’t sure he’d make the long drive.

  “I don’t want you to hold it together,” she told him.

  “There are people all around us,” he warned. But he was losing this battle with her. She could do whatever she wanted to do.

  “We’re in the back corner. It’s dark.” She paused, and he held his breath. “And I’m wet and want you inside me.”

  That was it. He lost it. After reaching down, he tugged on the silk strap of her panties, and they ripped away. She was undoing his pants at the same time. He wanted her dress torn away, but in the chance someone did walk by, he didn’t want her exposed, so he left it in place.

  He sprung free from his pants, grateful he was wearing suit pants instead of jeans. They were softer and easier to pull away. Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted her up, then settled her back down onto his throbbing erection.

  “Holy hell!” he growled. “You’re so damn wet!” He almost lost it as he buried himself within her.

  “I’ve been turned on all night,” she said with a moan as she sucked on his neck and groaned at the pleasure of them being connected.

  She began to move, slowly swirling her hips as she lifted up and down and did a little circle thing that was making his head spin. She leaned lower and bit his shoulder, muffling a scream.

  “I’m losing it,” he said as he held her close.

  “Yes! Let go,” she demanded. She whirled her hips again, then cried out against his shoulder as her insides clutched him over and over again.

  He steadied her hips and thrust up into her a couple more times, then threw his head back with a groan as he released deep inside her. They sat there together shuddering as they shook in pleasure.

  “That was just to get us home,” he said, his voice gruff and his body only partially sated.

  “I agree. I want so much more.”

  She climbed from him, and he instantly felt empty. She reached into the glove box for a napkin and cleaned up as best she could inside the truck as he pulled up his pants, not bothering to button them. They were coming off again the second they walked in the door of his house. He planned on making her come again and again, all night and the next day.

  After turning on the truck, he slammed his foot into the gas pedal, determined to make it home in half the time it had taken them to get to the restaurant. He made the mistake of looking over at her when they came to a stoplight, and she had such a look of lust on her face he felt himself hardening all over again.

  Their eyes met, and she licked her lips, making him groan. She leaned over the divide between them and ran her tongue along his ear before whispering, “I want more.”

  “What is going on with this traffic?” he thundered as he tried getting around some vehicles.

  She sat back in her seat and giggled. “It is the day before Christmas Eve,” she told him.

  “Which means they should be home wrapping, not clogging up the streets.” He was losing it and was sure someday he’d see the humor in it, but at the moment he just wanted her home. They’d never go out to eat again—just stay in, where he could get her to his bed as fast as humanly possible.

  “I wonder how many other people are on the road right now, their bodies hurting as they try to find the nearest bed,” she said as she wiggled on the seat next to him. “I’m hurting, I want you so bad.”

  “If anyone near us was this achy, they sure as heck wouldn’t be standing still in the middle of the road,” he disagreed.

  “Maybe they just did what we did,” she suggested with a smile as she reached over and ran her finger from his chin, down his chest, and over his abs, then circled his pulsing flesh. He jumped.

  “We might be finding a dark alley if you don’t stop doing that,” he threatened.

  “Promises, promises,” she said with a wicked laugh. She squeezed him for a moment before sitting back in her seat and moaning as she ran her hands up from her stomach and over her luscious breasts.

  He was losing it—and fast. If they hadn’t had their time at the parking lot, he might’ve come in his pants. She turned him on that much.

  They made it out onto a long stretch of road, and the traffic magically parted. Thankfully she stopped trying to seduce him before they ended up in a car crash. It was still the longest drive of his damn life.

  When they reached Cranston, he turned a corner, practically on two wheels as he screeched to the front of Chloe’s place. He’d been meaning to go to his, but hers was about a minute or two closer, and with the way he was feeling, that was an eternity.

  He didn’t even look at her as he jumped down from his truck and ran to her side of the vehicle. She had just gotten her seat belt undone when he wrenched the door open and pulled her out, taking her into his arms and kissing her hard.

  She staggered back when he released her, and then he took her hand and led her up the walkway to her house. “Dig the keys out while we’re moving,” he told her.

  Her fingers trembled as she searched in her thankfully small handbag. She was shaking too much to undo the lock, so he took the keys and did it himself, noting his own fingers had a tremble to them.

  They practically broke through the door, and he barely had the foresight to lock it before he was pulling her in for another kiss.

  “Bedroom,” she gasped when he released her lips.

  He grabbed her in his arms and ran up the stairs to her room. And then he calmed. He was where he needed to be, and he wasn’t going to rush it this time. He gently set her down on her feet and took a step back. If he touched her dress, he was surely going to destroy it, and he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to see her in it again.

  “Let’s take a quick shower together,” she said. “We got a bit messy in the truck.” She licked her lips again as she reached behind her to undo her dress. He turned her and helped her out with that, exposing her back as he unzipped the fitted gown. He loved the dress, but he loved her in nothing at all even more.

  Her panties had been destroyed, so as the dress fell, she was left standing in front of him in nothing but the sexy heels she wore. He wanted to leave those on, but she stepped out of them as she reached for his jacket.

  He shrugged out of it, then allowed her to undo the buttons on his shirt. She ran her nails down his bare chest and circled his quivering abs.

  “You make me feel so damn much,” he growled as she pulled down his pants and underwear in one move. They stood before each other totally naked before he lifted her again and moved to the bathroom.

  Her shower was small, but he got the water going while she pinned up the rest of her hair. They stepped inside and quickly washed each other, only adding to their desire and need to come together again.

  They’d barely dried off before he was carrying her back to her bed, where he laid her down and took a moment to admire how sexy she looked, her body glistening with water droplets, her thighs spreading as she beckoned him to her.

  “I want you buried in me right now, Brandon, not just your eyes on me,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.

  He joined her on the bed as he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. He could gaze at her all night and not get his fill of this woman. There was no doubt whatsoever that he was utterly under her spell.

  “I’ve never been so glad in my life to know a person,” he said. “I’ve fallen very hard for you, Chloe.”

  Her eyes widened at his words, and he saw a sheen spring up in them before she blinked and looked away. She didn’t take long before looking at him again. “I’m falling for you, too,” she finally admitted as his fingers moved from her face and traced their way down her breasts and stomach. She shook beneath him.

  He leaned down and kissed her, this time soft and slow, appreciating how their mouths molded together, as if they’d been made for each other. Then he kissed his way over the side of her mouth, across her cheek
, and to the smooth column of her neck.

  “You taste so good,” he murmured before he kissed across her collarbone and in between her breasts. She sighed beneath him as her body turned to jelly at his touch. He knew the power he had over her, just as he knew she was very aware of the power she held over him.

  When that power was held by someone you trusted, though, it wasn’t a threat. It was a comfort. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he planned on getting her to admit she couldn’t get enough of him, either.

  He took one of her perfect nipples into his mouth and sucked and nibbled until she was begging for mercy. Then he moved to the other side and gave the same attention to the other. She was squirming beneath him as he reached down, placing his fingers between her spread thighs and slipping them into her wet heat.

  “Yes, Brandon, I want more,” she begged. He pushed another finger inside her as he sucked on her nipple harder, making her back arch off the bed as she tightened around him. It was taking all his control to keep from plunging inside her body. They fit together like a glove, and he wanted more.

  He moved his lips down her stomach and sucked while her fingers plunged into his hair and kept him tight against her body. He circled her belly button before moving lower and inhaling her sweet scent.

  Then he spread her legs even farther apart and buried his face between her thighs, kissing her intimately in his favorite place. She screamed as his tongue circled her flesh, dipping in and out and circling her most sensitive area.

  He sucked the ball of nerves into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it while grasping her hip and holding her steady. She cried out again as an orgasm washed over her.

  While she was still shaking with her release, he climbed up her body and looked at her flushed face. Beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful.

  He plunged inside her, and her eyes shot open as she squeezed him hard, her body still pulsing from her orgasm. He gritted his teeth as he began to move.

  “Oh, Brandon, yes, yes, yes,” she said, her words floating away as she grabbed his head and pulled him to her, their tongues crashing together, plunging in and out while their bodies did the same.

  He moved slowly at first, drawing out the last orgasm before he began working on the next. Their moans mingled in the cool night air as their speed picked up. A sheen covered their bodies as they moved in perfect harmony together. He pushed in and pulled out over and over again, neither of them ever wanting it to end.

  He thrust harder and harder, and she cried out as she let go again and tightened around him, her walls holding him, pulling him, bringing him so deep inside her they truly were one being.

  He let go, buried deep. His mouth connected with hers as his release filled her. They collapsed together on the bed, their limbs tangled, their breathing ragged. It was a long time before he was able to move. A satisfied smile clung to her lips as she sighed. Her skin was flushed, and she looked like the angel she was.

  “Thank you,” he sighed as he pulled from her, and she groaned her displeasure at the separation.

  “Oh, no, Brandon, thank you,” she told him, her words barely audible.

  “You can thank me again and again,” he told her as he pulled her into the cradle of his arms and ran his hand up and down her back. She squirmed against him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her. No matter how many times they made love, he’d want more.

  “I’m going to take a quick rest, and then I’m going to kiss and lick every inch of your body,” he told her.

  “Not if I do it to you first,” she promised with a sigh.

  He felt himself growing hard again.

  They didn’t sleep much that night.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  After waking up, Chloe lifted her arms and arched her back and groaned. She was sore—more sore than she’d ever been. There wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t feel the workout from the night before.

  Though she ached, it was a good kind of ache. She and Brandon hadn’t done much sleeping that night, but that didn’t matter one little bit. She’d gladly give up all the sleep in the world to feel what he’d made her feel. She’d do it over and over again.

  She could smell bacon, and her stomach rumbled. They’d gone to bed without dessert, and then they’d had a heck of a workout. She was hungrier than she’d been in a long time.

  She didn’t often go without enough food, not when cooking it was her life. However, she did often get home and not feel like cooking. Her staff would be horrified to know how many nights she’d had popcorn, chocolate-covered raisins, and wine for dinner.

  Now, saying that, she was one heck of a great popcorn maker. There were no microwave sacks for her. She had an air popper, and she mixed in the perfect amount of butter and cheese seasoning to make your mouth water. If she wasn’t on her feet so much during the day, she’d most likely weigh four hundred pounds. It would be worth it, too. There was nothing like buttery popcorn.

  She was about to get up when she heard . . . singing. She sat up in bed and strained her ears. Luckily her home wasn’t very big, so as Brandon moved about in her kitchen, his voice grew louder. She couldn’t help but smile when he switched tunes and began singing “Frosty the Snowman.”

  The man was full of surprises, and it was just one more thing to like about him. He’d told her he didn’t cook, yet he was currently in her kitchen making them something to eat while singing Christmas carols. She’d waited long enough to see him.

  She climbed out of bed and threw on her satin robe, then quietly climbed down her stairs and leaned in the doorway to the kitchen. Brandon’s back was to her, and she wore a big smile as she watched his shirtless back swaying as he flipped some hash browns. He was going all out, it appeared.

  She stood there for at least a full minute before he turned, his beautiful eyes boring into hers. The smile he wore grew even wider, if that was possible, and she answered with one of her own.

  He dropped the spatula and walked to her, throwing his arms around her and giving her a good-morning kiss that had her toes curling. When he finally pulled back, she was warm and tingly and thinking this was the only way to wake up.

  “Good morning, beautiful. I was wondering if you were going to sleep all day,” he said as he brushed her hair behind her ears before cupping her cheek. It was hard to turn away from him, but she did and looked at the clock over the stove.

  “It’s only seven thirty. I don’t think that’s sleeping the day away. Besides, we didn’t get to sleep until at least three this morning,” she pointed out.

  “But you said you had to be at work by nine, so I was going to wake you in about five minutes.”

  Just as he spoke, her teakettle whistled, and her smile grew even more as she pulled away from his arms. “You’re my hero,” she muttered as she moved to it, where she found her favorite tea already waiting in a cup. He’d thought of everything this morning.

  “I’ve been replaced by a cup of hot water,” he said. “It’s a sad day.”

  She poured the hot water and let the tea steep while she pulled out her honey and the creamer. She doctored her drink just the way she liked it before cupping it in both hands and inhaling.

  “I do love a great cup of coffee, but tea in the morning is so much more soothing. Smell how wonderful this is,” she said as she held it up to his nose.

  “I have to admit it smells great,” he told her.

  With her cup in her hands, she moved to the breakfast bar and sat down, taking little sips while she watched him move back to the stove. It was difficult not to stare at how beautiful he was with his low-hanging sweats on . . . and nothing else. It didn’t matter how much the two of them made love—she still wanted more.

  It did take some restraint for her to not offer to help him as she watched him cook. But it truly was the thought that counted. Sure, she could make a gourmet breakfast, but he was cooking for her out of . . . she almost thought the word love. It was too soon for that. But he was doing it because he was t
hat guy.

  “Thank you for doing this,” she said as he placed a plate in front of her. He’d made hash browns, over-medium eggs, bacon, and biscuits. She took a bite and was surprised how good it tasted. She’d always been a fan of diner food, and this was a perfect replica of a diner breakfast.

  She grabbed her biscuit and slathered it in strawberry jelly and sighed. There was nothing better than a warm, buttery, jellied biscuit to start your day. Okay, making love to Brandon might’ve been slightly better than the biscuit, but if they started that again, she’d certainly be late for work, and she absolutely didn’t have time for that on this day. It was going to be busy from the second she walked in until she crawled out of there that night.

  “I might get more into cooking if you give me private lessons,” he told her as he sat next to her and began wolfing down his food. It appeared he’d worked up a bigger appetite than she had. Of course, he’d been doing a lot of thrusting. The thought made her giggle.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “Nothing I’m willing to share,” she told him. “And I might be able to arrange some cooking lessons.”

  He grinned at her, and before she was a quarter of the way through her plate, he was finished. He grabbed another biscuit and slathered it in goodness before eating it in two bites.

  “I think I could eat everything in your fridge,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m famished.”

  “We did get a workout,” she told him. She ate about half of her food, then scooted the plate over to him. He didn’t hesitate to finish it off for her.

  “Yes, we did,” he said, licking his lips. “The best workout ever. I plan on it happening again tonight,” he warned.

  Her stomach tingled. It was Christmas Eve. She should tell him tonight wasn’t good. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

  “I have to do some cleaning when I close tonight, so it might not work out,” she said instead.

  “I’ll come help you, and we’ll get done twice as fast. Just tell me what time you close.” He was buttering another biscuit. It was a good thing he’d made a double batch. She loved to make biscuits from scratch, but she also had a thing for the ones in a can and always kept them in her fridge. He’d found them.