“Don't make me say it again, Vanessa.” It couldn’t just be her ears, because his voice had lowered like a threat...or a growl.
Even as her mind reeled to understand what was happening or about to happen, her feet slapped softly against the bare wood floor as she crossed to him. His figure became clearer, and once she made it a few feet away from him, she could make out his eyes. The look in them stopped her dead in her tracks, made her heart pound and she wasn’t even sure why. She felt the urge to run hard and fast even knowing he’d catch her—or especially knowing he’d catch her.
His eyes smoldered penetrating heat. Her barely-there clothing suddenly was very fitting as a bead of sweat formed at the base of her neck.
“Come closer.” His deep voice rolled over her like a crushing wave, forcing her to move with the wave and closer to him. He sat with his knees bent, legs slightly apart, arms loose on his thighs, but as she stepped that little bit closer, his hand moved wicked fast. He snatched her by the wrist then tugged her forward.
Breathless, she stumbled until she stood between his legs. Then she wasn’t breathless anymore. Her breaths came soft and fast from her parted lips as his gaze traveled down to the valley of her breasts. He saw the tie there and she could almost see the calculating look in them figuring out how best to open it and bare a tit. Then his gaze traveled lower, over her stomach muscles sucked in at his gaze, then down to her bare legs and all the way to her toes. Even those curled under his gaze.
“What?” she asked on an airy breath.
His eyes trained on hers and she had to lock her arms straight to keep from fidgeting. There was so much passion in his eyes, so much heat, and all of it was trained on her. “You shouldn’t have worn that, Vanessa.”
“Why?” she whispered. A tremble started in her knees and she could only hope he didn’t notice. She didn’t want to look like she didn’t know what she was doing, that she wasn’t experienced, even if it was true.
“Come here.”
Sure, he’d completely ignored her question, but she really didn’t care. Not when he looked at her like that. Like it took every ounce of control inside him not to reach for her, not to slam their bodies together and rush to ecstasy. Like she was something special, the only woman who could make him feel like this.
At that look, she didn’t feel like the inexperienced, never-experienced-an-orgasm-during-sex girl that she was. No, she felt powerful, in charge, like Aphrodite or Helen of Troy. With a flick of her finger, she could make any man bow to her.
So, she didn’t ‘come here’. Instead, she reached up and tugged on the lace of her top that was keeping her breasts from being completely bared, and tugged. His gaze swung to her breasts, then he moved so fast she never saw it coming. One second, she was standing in front of him, and the next, she was in his lap, legs spread on either side of his, his face plastered against her chest.
Her breath caught, pulse pounded a rapid beat. His tongue licked across her breast in a hungry swipe then wrapped around her nipple, tugging her sensitive flesh into the heated recess of his mouth. Arms banded around her, lips tugged and worked delicious, erotic movements on her breast and his hands seemed to move all over. His touch reached everywhere—in her hair, at her neck to massage for a moment, then down the span of her back to her hips where his thumbs dug into the muscle by her hipbones. Warmth gushed from her. She cried out and wrapped her arms around him.
He smelled wonderful, fresh, and masculine, like a real man. She held him to her breast as he flicked her nipple and tugged it with lips and teeth. Every touch, every flick tightened something deep and hot inside her, building it bigger and bigger until her hips couldn’t keep still and she writhed above him, seeking. She was wet and needy, her sex tickling to be touched.
Then, Brayden pulled back to slam his mouth on hers with a growl that made her shiver. His hands settled on her bare thighs then moved up, encasing her in their strength and heat. His fingers enclosed over her bare ass and squeezed, eliciting a moan from her and a dark sound from his chest. God, it all just felt so good. But she needed more and now.
Apparently, he was right there with her, because he pushed her back then tugged hard on her top. Her breasts spilled free and his hands came up to grab them. Her head fell back on a moan. He didn’t just grab, he created magic with his hands, rubbing and squeezing her until she couldn’t breathe normal, might not ever breathe normal again.
“Take me out,” his deep, deep voice commanded.
It took some effort, but she straightened to look at him. It took even more strength to keep her eyes open. “What?” His fingers caught her nipples and pinched. Her eyes fluttered closed on another moan.
“Damn, you have great tits.” Then his mouth covered her again. But his sucking ministrations didn’t last nearly so long. He pulled back way too early, buried his forehead between the valley of her breasts. “Fucking pull me out. I need to be in you.”
“What?” Comprehension slowly dawned. “Oooh.” Her hands reached between them, then she cursed as she found a belt. Who the fuck wore a belt nowadays. She couldn’t move fast enough. She was panting hard when she finally opened his belt, then undid the button at his slacks and tugged down the zipper. All the time, his hands never stayed still. He squeezed a breast, massaged her bare ass cheek in a big hand and kissed his way up to her neck. Wow, that felt nice. Her head fell to the side as his teeth sank into the meat of her neck. A hot burst exploded inside her, making her shiver hard. Then, she reached inside his slacks and found him.
Skin so hot he seemed to burn her hand, and hard; so hard, that when she squeezed him in her fist it grew harder, hotter. His lips trailed up then his tongue took her mouth, thrusting and spinning her in a world of only pleasure, tastes, and touch. She pulled his cock all the way out and trailed her hand up and down his length. Her eyes squeezed tight and as she kissed him back, with the feel of his hands all over her body; she mesmerized him. Mesmerized the way her fingers couldn’t close around him, how he seemed to go up and up forever. How the tip of him was wet from excitement; so wet, her core flooded in response. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to feel. Had to know.
With a hard push, she shoved him at the shoulders. He moved back, his eyes wide with surprise. But she followed him down as his back sank into the leather cushion and then she settled her hips over him and pushed her sex against him. His length pushed down against his slacks as she rubbed up his hard cock, wetting him and shivering as he bumped and touched places that made her never want to stop, never want to come up from this moment again. But then she tilted up and he bumped her entrance. For a moment she froze, expecting him to just slam in, and a little unsure if she’d like it or not.
But he didn’t, and she sighed back into their wet, wild kiss again, tongues dueling and thrusting. She settled down over him, letting the tip of him sink into her. She had to pull her mouth away. Her head had to fall back as she just felt all the riotous sensations blazing through her body. She clasped his shoulders and held on, the tremble in her knees becoming worse as she held herself poised. His right hand seemed glued to her ass and she loved, loved the way he stroked and kneaded it, like he couldn’t get enough. She was about to slowly sink down on him, when his gravelly voice stopped her.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
She moaned and started to sink. He had to fill her, had to or she’d died, she just knew it. The hand on her ass tightened, keeping her from plummeting further. Her head shook side to side as she fought him for it. She pushed down hard, but his single hand, the single strength from his arm kept her at bay, like she was baby.