Crawling to the foot of my bed, I stepped onto the floor. I nearly killed myself when I stepped on one of my discarded heels with my jiggly legs but I grabbed the wall and saved myself from a fall.
“You okay?” he asked, starting to sit up to help me.
“I’m good.” I kicked the heels toward my couch. I wasn’t drunk, yet I felt lightheaded from all the heavy breathing. I pulled out a glass from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water. “Do you want water?”
“Yes. And Chinese food.”
That made me laugh. I drained the glass, then refilled it. I took it to him. I wasn’t dirtying another glass. He could share mine. He’d literally put his tongue on every inch of my body at this point. I handed him the glass.
He did the same thing I did. Just chugged until it was gone. “I’m serious. I’m starving. Unless you want me to head out now.”
I had no idea what time it was, nor did I particularly care. I wanted him to stay. I felt wrung dry but I was wide awake. If he left, I would be staring at the ceiling for three hours, contemplating what the hell had just happened.
“Chinese would be good,” I said lightly. I sat on the bed next to him while I pulled up a food app. “What do you want?”
He shifted in beside me and read the screen over my shoulder, occasionally kissing my neck or behind my ear. At one point he dipped his tongue inside my ear and I giggled. “Stop. Wait until after we’ve ordered.”
“Fine. Can you get more wine delivered too or is it too late?”
“If you can’t get wine in New York City at one in the morning, something is wrong with the universe.”
Brandon pointed to about six things on the food menu he wanted, and once I had an absurd amount of Chinese ordered and three bottles of wine due to arrive in twenty minutes, I was leaning forward to set my phone on the floor, when he pulled me back onto the mattress.
“Ah! Let me put my phone down.”
“No. I can’t wait. I want you. Just hold on to it for a second.” He turned me around. “Get on your knees.”
Without a second thought, I complied, pressing my phone to the mattress below the palm of my hand. When he thrust inside me I shuddered and gripped my phone, like somehow that would hold me up. Brandon’s hand shifted my legs further apart.
“Oh, I don’t think I can,” I said. He was unbelievably hard, and buried deep.
“You can.”
He was right. The minute he started moving inside it felt so amazing I couldn’t think about anything else but the feel, the slick slide of him in and out. It was a dark and warm cocoon, the sound of our breathing hot and aroused in the sticky humidity of radiator heat and our overheated bodies. I pressed my palm against the wall to brace myself and gave in to yet another orgasm. Brandon was a second behind me.
My knees lost their hold on the sheet and slid out in either direction. I fell onto my face and stomach on the bed, shuddering. “What is even happening?” I asked.
“I just realized something,” he said, collapsing beside me. “Because you’re only a few inches shorter than me, I have way more leverage. The angles are working in our favor. We fit better.”
There was no arguing we fit really damn well. “That sounds like science and I hate school. I just know it feels amazing.”
My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. “Your food is at the front door. I’m letting them in. You need to answer the door because I can’t move.”
“Shit.” He moved faster than I would have thought possible. He went in the bathroom and came out wearing one of my towels around his waist.
I yanked the comforter over my naked body while he made his way to the door. The light over the sink was still on but mostly the apartment was dark. I heard him trip over something and swear. The sound made me giggle.
He opened the door and I heard a few words exchanged. Then he climbed back onto the bed with his giant bag of food. “Egg roll?”
I stuck my hand out. He plopped an egg roll wrapped in wax paper into my palm, then scooted back off the bed. “Where are you going?”
“The couch. I don’t want to get crumbs in your bed.” He sat down with the towel still around his waist, legs spread, and started digging into the bag.
Forcing myself off the bed, I wrapped a sheet around me. I bit the egg roll and sat down next to him.
“You do realize that defeats the purpose of getting out of bed, if you’re going to just eat over your sheet,” he noted, nudging my leg with his.
I threw open the sheet, exposing my naked body, and bit the egg roll again. Flakes of the fried outer layer rained down on my thighs. “Now what, Hater?”
Brandon licked his forefinger, then reached out and one by one picked the crumbs off my thighs with his damp finger. He popped it into his mouth.
“I guess I can’t argue with that. Your saliva has been everywhere already.”
He gave me a grin.
“The wine is here,” I said, glancing at my phone.
He jumped up with more energy than a man should have after three hours of sex. I was impressed all over again. He got his wallet and tipped the guy with cash, then brought the wine to the floor in front of the couch.
“Do you want a glass?”
“Why not?” Whatever effects it had created earlier had worn off. “You look remarkably comfortable in my small messy apartment.”
“I travel a lot. I’m used to new surroundings.” He smiled and handed me a glass. “Am I being too comfortable? I told you I don’t have any game. You can kick me out at any time.”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “No.” I shook my head. “I’m enjoying myself. I didn’t mean to suggest you were overstepping. I just meant that this is fun and easy. Being with you is easy.”
Maybe I was drunk, because why the hell would I say that? It sounded too… intimate.
But Brandon didn’t seem to think so. He dropped his chopsticks and pulled me onto his lap. “Very easy.”
He kissed me again and I let myself get swept away on wine and his touch.
Chapter Five
I jerked wide awake, hand reaching for my phone on Dakota’s nightstand. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep and I needed to get my ass home before the nanny woke up and realized my bedroom door was wide open and I was nowhere to be found. I squinted in the dark as the screen lit up. Seven minutes after five. Mentally groaning, I glanced over at Dakota. She was still sleeping soundly on her side, away from me. The sheet had fallen down and I could see her shoulder, her spine, the narrow dip at her waist.
It was very tempting to just ease that sheet down even further and wake her up with some well-placed kisses. She had been amazing and I was deeply satisfied, yet wanted more. She was just so damn gorgeous. My fists clenched. If my nanny, Lena, quit like her predecessors, I was fucked. My girls were already getting a bad reputation at the agency. I had to go.
I stared at the ceiling, kind of blown away. If I had thought I would walk away without at least suggesting we see each other again, I had been stupid. There was no way I wasn’t going to attempt to repeat last night.
My plan had never been to date Dakota. Hell, there had never been any plan of any kind. She’d run into me and we’d both just gone for it. But while I didn’t need any more complications in my life, I didn’t want this to be the end of it. I wanted to see her again, even if it was just casual. Even if it was just sex. The sex had been too damn good not to repeat.