When she turned around, she found Brandon hadn’t moved. He was leaning against the wall and staring at her.
“What?” she asked, removing her leather jacket and tossing it onto the sitting room sofa.
“I was just admiring the view.” Then he stalked toward her, and before Sasha could say anything, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
This was fine with Sasha. The entire evening had felt like foreplay, and now she was ready to fully engage in the game. Brandon laid her down gently, almost reverently, before saying, “You have no idea how badly I want to be naked with you.” He growled, making her laugh as he rose onto his shins, and he quickly dispensed with his cardigan. His T-shirt was next, but in his haste it caught on his elbow. He jerked it free, and it joined the cardigan in a pile on the floor.
Sasha’s breath caught in her throat when she saw his muscled, hairless chest and flat abdomen. He was even sexier than she could have ever imagined. She couldn’t wait to touch him, but he was already toeing off his shoes and reaching for the zipper on his jeans. He shed them and his underwear in one swift move.
She licked her lips at the sight of his dark, long, and thick arousal. Her nipples began to chafe in her demi-bra.
“It’s your turn,” he said. He reached for her knee-high boots and one by one unzipped them and tossed them to the floor.
Sasha wasn’t shy when he reached for the hem of her top and drew it over her shoulders. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra. It fell to the bed, exposing her breasts to his deepening gaze.
Brandon’s breathing became ragged as he looked at her. “You’re beautiful.”
“You don’t have to say that. I know my breasts are small.”
His breath hissed and then suddenly she was on her back and he was rolling her beneath him. “Oh no, Sasha. They are more than enough for me.” Then he lavished attention on each one, sucking her nipples and making them wet and tight with need.
In the back of her mind, Sasha had thought the first time with Brandon might be soft and sweet, but the reality was nothing like she had fantasized. Brandon touched her everywhere, and along the way, he praised her body in all its glory. Then he moved lower down the bed. “I need to taste you, Sasha,” he murmured.
His demand should have shocked her, but it didn’t. His hunger ignited her own. She liked that he was staking a claim and leaving no room for argument, timidity, or inhibitions. When he reached her thong, he eased it down, tossing it aside. Then he hitched her legs over his shoulders and, gripping her hips, brought her to his mouth. He was at the hot, wet seam of her body, and there was nowhere for Sasha to hide how much she wanted him.
She was totally and utterly exposed to Brandon. As if he sensed a moment of hesitation, he said, “Relax.”
Then he was there stroking her with his tongue like he’d done with his fingers in the limo. He played her like a master, opening her up to his ministrations as he demanded her total capitulation. When he found one of her zones, he lingered there and sucked until she gripped at his hair. She bucked against his mouth and choked out her release as a powerful orgasm struck.
Instead of relenting, Brandon’s tongue only thrust deeper inside her. Sasha sobbed and panted out his name yet spread her legs wider. Like a god, he rose over her. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated but no less possessive and in control as they scoured her body.
“Condom.” He reached downward for his jeans and then he was back, tearing open the foil packet with his teeth. Sasha watched in amazement at this version of Brandon and his utter maleness.
She clasped her arms around his neck and kissed him madly and deeply. She rubbed herself against him, desperate for the scrape of his chest hair against her nipples and longing for him to be inside her. So she reached for him. He pulsed hot and thick against her hands, and this made her guide him to exactly where she wanted him. He braced himself over her and thrust deep inside, filling her to the hilt.
For long minutes, they stared at each other. Sasha couldn’t believe it was Brandon buried inside her, but her body knew and her hips lifted of their own accord. He understood and began moving within her, deeper and harder with each thrust. Sasha was lost in a maelstrom of sexual bliss, caressing Brandon and moaning with joy at each thrust. She licked his mouth and sucked on his tongue as she offered herself to him completely and without reserve.
Was it any wonder that her body pulsed and ached?
She was with Brandon. A man she trusted. A man who’d always known her, loved her regardless. Love?
Had she just thought love?
No, it couldn’t be.
Yet the word kept repeating itself over and over in her head as Brandon quickened the pace. His eyes glowed with a fierce possessiveness as he moved heavily and purposefully. She tried to deny it, but maybe it had always been there and she’d refused or been too blind to see it.
A fresh wave of pleasure caught Sasha just then, and she had no choice but to ride the wave as it broke and crested. She felt boneless because this climax was bigger and stronger than the first two or any she’d ever experienced. She wrapped her legs around Brandon, her ankles crossed over his back as his powerful body flexed into hers, and then he too shouted his culmination and they both fell apart, engulfed in sensual bliss.
Chapter 5
After such a mind-numbing orgasm, Brandon’s head fell back against the pillows. He tried to soak in what had just happened, but he still couldn’t quite process that Sasha was in his bed. After all these years of hoping, wishing, and wanting her, it had finally come true. They’d made love.
At least for him, it had been monumental. It wasn’t just sex. He’d never been the type of man to have indiscriminate sex just to get off. When he was with a woman, he usually had feelings for her. And Sasha, well, she was the woman, the only woman he’d ever really wanted but could never seem to have.
Until now.
He turned on his side to face her. Her beautiful tendrils were spread across his pillow, and her angelic face was relaxed and appeared content. Her eyes were closed, but from the sound of her breathing, he could tell she wasn’t asleep. She was faking it.
She was probably just as shaken as he was, but he wasn’t going to let her sweep what had transpired between them under the rug. It had been very real indeed, and if he had his way, he would make love to her all night long.
“I know you’re not asleep, Sasha.”
One of her eyes popped open. “How could you tell?”
He chuckled. “I’ve slept beside you before, Sasha. I know your breathing.”
Whoa! Had he given too much away just then, letting her know how in tune he was with her?
She stared at him. Brandon swallowed the lump in his throat, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he took what he wanted and reached behind her head to pull her toward him. She didn’t protest and instead curved into him, pressing her hips against his. His hands and mouth roved the length of her, worshipping and arousing her. When his hands found her breasts, his fingers toyed with her nipples and then his mouth fastened on to them. He used his tongue to work them faster and faster.