The floor was packed, which made Sasha move closer until her face was so close and her lips were inches away from Brandon’s. When he kissed her earlier, it had been completely spontaneous because he’d been caught up in the moment; but if he kissed her now, it wouldn’t be random.
He could feel the stiff points of her nipples against him begging for his attention. And her scent wrapped around him, hurtling Brandon back to that subway platform when all he’d heard was the beat of his own thumping heart instead of the steel drums. He was ready to put himself and Sasha out of their misery when fate interrupted the moment.
Sasha’s friend yelled out, “It’s almost time.” She lowered the music and turned on the television so they could watch the ball drop in Times Square.
The announcer started the countdown. Brandon turned to Sasha so they could yell in unison. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 ...”
Brandon and Sasha didn’t make it to number 1. Instead, their mouths fused just before the stroke of midnight. An all-consuming heat entered Brandon as Sasha matched him, pressing her body close. Brandon’s tongue swept inside and sought hers, hot and demanding, and she responded willingly. Sasha clutched at his shirt as if she too was greedy and never wanted the kiss to end. Their bodies cleaved together chest to chest, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. She felt incredibly soft, and this reminded him of how delicate she was.
They both drew back at the same moment, each of them breathing fast and hard. Brandon gazed at Sasha and found he couldn’t look away. This incredible woman enthralled and mesmerized him. He huffed out a tortured laugh because surely their desire for each other was glaringly obvious to everyone. However, no one seemed to be paying them much attention because they were equally involved with their own partners.
“I want you, Sasha. Now.”
“Let’s go.”
After grabbing their coats, they said their goodbyes and thanked Casey for the hospitality although they’d only been there about an hour. They were eager to leave because now that Pandora’s box had been opened, they couldn’t close it. Tonight had come to its natural conclusion.
Brandon helped Sasha into her leather jacket, and quickly, they rushed from the house. A limo was waiting with a chauffeur holding the door open, and Brandon walked toward it.
“Brandon, what are you doing?” Sasha asked, staying on the sidewalk. “We have to take the subway.” She motioned down the road.
He turned back to her. “No we don’t. This is my limo.”
“Have you had one this entire time?” Sasha folded her arms across her chest as if she were upset with him when Brandon knew for a fact she wanted to be alone and naked with him as soon as possible.
“Yes, I have. My agent wanted to be sure I could get around. Now c’mon.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the limo. “Get in.”
She turned to glare at him but did as he asked and entered the vehicle. Once the door shut, Sasha started to speak, but Brandon was tired of talking. He reached for her curly tresses and hauled her onto his lap.
Brandon framed her head in his hands. “I want you, Sasha. You want this too, right?”
She nodded. “Badly.”
So he kissed her mouth in a way that spoke of their mutual desire. His lips were firm, insistent, and hungry. Now that they were alone and away from prying eyes, he could do what he’d always wanted to do and that was to put his hands all over her. They traced her curves from the swell of her breasts to her slender waist, hips, and lower. When he came to her skirt, he slowly inched the material upward so he could glide his hands over the smooth, warm skin not covered by her knee-high boots.
“Brandon ...,” she softly whispered his name when his mouth moved from her lips to the side of her neck. His tongue trailed a path of hot kisses along her sensitive flesh. When he reached her earlobe, he gently nibbled on it. Sasha nearly bolted off his lap.
Brandon smiled because he’d learned one of her erogenous zones, but it wouldn’t be enough.
He wanted all of her.
Sasha shifted restlessly against Brandon’s lap as she began to throb at the apex of her thighs. It was nearly incomprehensible that she was making out with Brandon in the back seat of a limo. She was subliminally aware of her growing physical excitement and the feather-soft touch of his fingers on her heated flesh. She needed him to touch her there, but he was teasing her by caressing her thighs, gliding his fingers along the edge of her thong.
When he finally pushed aside the thong and dipped one finger inside her, Sasha lit up like a forest fire. Her nerve endings jumped up and down. Brandon caressed her intimately, and his clever fingers toyed with her moist folds as he kissed her mouth tenderly. She opened like a blossoming flower, allowing Brandon to stroke her over the edge until she free-fell over the abyss, crying out his name.
Sasha opened her eyes and found she was still in his arms and Brandon was smiling down at her. “Are you okay?”
“I – I ...” She looked at the limo floor. She hadn’t known it could be like this – not between them. Brandon had always been her friend, her confidant, and now he was about to become her lover. If her first orgasm was anything to go by, he promised to be one of her best.
“Look at me,” Brandon said, smoothing her perspiration-soaked curls away from her face. His eyes glowed with a raw passion. “Stop overthinking this.” Her eyes met his.
“I know, but—”
“No buts. Let’s just enjoy this night together. We can discuss tomorrow when it comes. Can you do that? Can you stay in the moment with me?”
She nodded. She tried to move out of his arms and into the leather seat beside him, but Brandon kept her in his embrace. He straightened her clothes and kept her in his lap for the entire ride into Manhattan to his hotel in Midtown.
The couple disembarked from the limo a few blocks from the InterContinental because New Year’s revelers still packed the streets. They were going to have to hoof it the rest of the way. Neither of them seemed to mind that too much. Their excitement to get to Brandon’s hotel room overshadowed any other feelings.
When they entered the lobby, neither paid much attention to the natural elements of marble floors or tree-lined walls. They headed straight for the elevators. Although they weren’t the only two occupants, Brandon still reached for Sasha’s hand, sliding it into his warm one.
Ding. Ding.
The bell chimed, indicating they’d reached his floor. They walked side by side to his room, and Sasha watched as Brandon produced a key card from his back pocket. He swiped it and allowed her to precede him inside. He flicked on the switch, flooding the room with light. The curtains were still open, and thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the sitting area, they had an impressive view of the Manhattan skyline. The city was very much alive, and that’s exactly how Sasha felt.