Текст книги "Taking Chances"
Автор книги: Molly McAdams
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“Good,” he gripped my hips and pulled me to him, bringing his lips to mine, “definitely good.” Picking me up, he carried me back to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the bed.
Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he helped me bring it over his head as he bent to kiss me again. I let my fingers trail over his chest, down his abs and to the button of his jeans. Like this morning, he sucked in a quick breath when I ran my fingers along the top of his pants and I laughed against his lips. After unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, he stepped out of his jeans and brought his hands to my back to unclasp my bra. When it fell to the floor, he pushed my body back to the bed and let his lips trail over me. My chest was rising and falling quickly by the time he brought his mouth back to mine. I caught his boxers with my fingers and tugged slowly, groaning when he stopped me.
“Let me love you first.” He whispered against my neck.
He pulled back, and put all his weight on his knees so he could slide me farther up the bed. Kissing me once more, he ran the tips of his fingers down my stomach, to my underwear. His eyes never left mine as he slid them down my legs, letting them fall to the floor too.
“You’re so beautiful, Harper.” Brandon said my name like a prayer as he ran his hands back up my legs.
My eyelids fluttered shut as his lips and hands loved me. When I didn’t think I could handle any more, I brought his face back to mine and grabbed the top of his boxers thankful he didn’t try to stop me as I added them to the pile of his clothes. He stayed hovering over me as I memorized every inch of him with my eyes, and spread out on the bed as my hands followed the path my eyes had just taken. I pressed my lips low on his stomach then made a trail up to his lips. Brandon flipped me onto my back just as my mouth found his and he nudged my legs apart with his knee. I thought I was going to go crazy as he stayed inches away from me and kept me from moving.
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
I ran my hands over his buzzed head and brought his face to mine, “I’m sure. I don’t think I can describe the way I feel for you. ‘I love you’ just doesn’t seem like enough, let me show you what you mean to me.”
He pressed his lips to my forehead, then kept his eyes locked on mine as we showed each other feelings we couldn’t put into words. He groaned and my breath caught when he finally pushed inside me and we stayed unmoving for a moment, just enjoying the feel of each other. We moved together like we’d been made for each other, each giving the other exactly what was needed. I didn’t ever want it to end, I could spend an eternity loving Brandon in every way possible, and it still wouldn’t be long enough for me. Our bodies remained intertwined when we were finished, and our lips and hands went back to their earlier exploration. We stared at one another, whispered our love for each other, laughed, wrestled, and kissed with such raw passion, that I felt like the first time blended right into the second and then the third. Each time different and more amazing than the previous.
We broke apart after the last time, exhausted in the most exhilarating way, breathing heavily and laughing huskily. Our alarms to go get Liam had gone off and we’d hit the snooze twice before both deciding it was time to get our son. When the third alarm went off, we shut it off and hopped in the shower quickly, the only thing keeping us from getting lost in each other in the shower was our aching bodies and the need to see Liam again. After we were dressed, Brandon pulled me in to kiss me roughly before leading me out to the Expedition. I called Mom to let her know we were on our way, and placed a hand over his resting on my thigh.
I was still smiling wide, and after a quick glance to my left, saw that Brandon was too. “That was –”
“Perfect.” He finished for me. “That was absolutely perfect.”
“It really was. I’m sorry it took us so long to get there.”
“Don’t be. If we hadn’t waited and hadn’t had this last year happen, it wouldn’t have been the same. I’m not saying it wouldn’t have still been more than amazing, but it just wouldn’t have been like that.”
I thought about it for a moment before agreeing, “I think you’re right.” I leaned over the console and kissed his cheek softly.
“I love you.” He turned his head to press his lips to mine before I could sit back in my seat.
“I was made to love you Brandon.”
His smile got even broader and he ran his thumb over my hand and across my engagement ring.
“And I can’t wait to marry you.”
“Other than you giving birth to Liam,” the deep timbre of his voice got even lower, “marrying you will be the best moment of my life.”
When we pulled up to Mom and Dad’s, Brandon ran around to the passenger door and pulled me out of the SUV, pressing my back against the door after it was shut. These last six hours had gone by way too fast. “I’m not ready for our night to be over, but I can’t wait to see him.”
“Next Thursday can’t come fast enough sweetheart.” He skimmed his nose across my jaw before capturing my already swollen mouth with his. I moaned against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him lift me up so I could secure my legs around his waist. We stayed like that, making out like we were teenagers dating in high school, not ready to separate for the evening. Our breaths were coming quicker, our grips harder and kisses rougher.
“I don’t think I’m able to go for another round tonight baby. Besides, I don’t think Mom and Dad’s neighbors would appreciate the show.”
He laughed and rested his forehead against mine, trying to calm down again, “Honestly, I don’t know how I’m not collapsing right now. You wore me out Harper.” He chuckled softly and placed me back on the ground. “Ready to get our son and go home?”
I smiled and pulled him up the driveway and into their house. Mom took one look at my swollen lips, messy hair and red neck from where Brandon’s scruffy jaw had rubbed across too many times, and laughed softly.
She pulled me away from Robert and whispered in my ear, “So I’m guessing you two had a good date night?”
Blushing fiercely, I glanced back at Brandon and Dad talking, then back to her. “Oh my God, you have no idea.” I had been seriously mortified the first time I heard Bree talking to her mom about anything sexual, but soon got over it and was glad to have another person to talk to. I looked around, “Where’s Bree and Konrad?”
“They went to get ice cream, she’ll have to wait to hear the juicy details until another time. What was this…the first time?”
I nodded and bit my lip to hide my smile.
“Oh, no way! I was kidding, I had no idea. You just looked too happy to not joke about it.”
“Mom!” I hissed and shot a quick smile to the guys, “I told you we hadn’t been like that before.”
“Yeah, before, but you’ve been living together for months now.”
“Like we’ve had time before tonight? I was super huge pregnant and Dr. Lowdry told us not to, then we’ve been taking care of Liam. We couldn’t rush through these first few times, we’d waited too long to do that.”
“Few!”
I grinned like the freaking Cheshire Cat as we made our way to the nursery.
“Well now that you’ve had those times, I assure you you’ll find time all the time.”
“Ha! Oh I can’t even think about that right now. I’m too exhausted.”
“Well just know, we’re always available to babysit.”
“We’ll keep that in mind.” I laughed softly and pulled my sleeping baby out of the crib. My heart warmed when he was finally back in my arms. “I missed you little Gummy Bear.” I whispered against his head and cradled him in my arms.
“He drank all three bottles you left us, but didn’t sleep much, so hopefully you’ll get a restful night tonight.”
I nodded, hoping that was true. I needed time to recover from the night with Brandon. When we walked out into the living room, my future husband’s smile made my heart skip a beat. I loved this man so much, and I couldn’t believe he was mine. He walked over to us and lightly ran his hand over Liam’s head before kissing him.
Liam yawned and blinked his eyes open to look at Brandon, “Hey little man. We missed you.” After another yawn Liam’s eyes slowly shut again, his mouth popping open slightly. “You ready to take him home Harper?”
I nodded and accepted kisses from Mom and Dad “Are you guys still coming over Sunday?” In order to carry on family day, once a week everyone gathered at either Mom’s, Carrie’s or our house to have family time, and though they’d been skipping our place so I wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning or playing hostess while trying to be a mom, I’d made them promise to let us have our week again.
“We’ll be there, you two have fun until then” Mom said with a smile and a wink. Dad laughed out loud and Brandon actually blushed. I’d never seen him blush before, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
We got Liam fed, changed and asleep in his crib in record time. Crawling into bed, we kissed soft and slow, clinging to each other.
Brandon brought his lips to my ear, his deep voice making my body burn, “Harper…”
“Round four?” I asked with a grin.
His smile matched mine as he pulled me on top of him.
18
“Brandon?” I asked roughly. His side of the bed was empty, and cold. Glancing around I noted I’d slept for six and a half hours and should probably go check on my little one.
I grabbed Brandon’s shirt off the floor and slid it over my head before padding down the cool hallway. When I got closer I heard Brandon’s warm animated voice and slowed, trying to hear whatever he was telling our son. I was already smiling to myself when I peeked around the slightly ajar door, he was talking to him about one of his surfing days. No…he was talking to him about one of Chase’s surfing days. And he had the scrapbook of Chase’s life on the dresser below them, pointing to one of the pictures. A soft gasp escaped my chest and I tried to slow my breathing so I could continue to listen without Brandon knowing I was here.
“…he was always doing crazy stuff like that, it’s why everyone loved him, but it got him in trouble more times than not. No one else would have continued to surf after that, and we were all trying to get him to come in. Brad and I rode out to force him to, since he had this huge cut on his eyebrow from where that guy punched him, but by the time we got out there he was already catching another wave and riding it in. I swear he knew how to piss us off too, because those guys weren’t happy we started coming back out. Your dad could out-surf those guys, and I could fight them, but just a warning son, don’t ever try to fight someone while on your surfboard out in the ocean. It doesn’t really work out for anyone, and you look stupid trying to throw punches while treading water. We ended up laughing too hard and inviting them to the party that night, calling a truce.”
Brandon flipped to the next page and chuckled lightly, pointing at one of the pictures again, “Like I said, he was crazy and always doing stupid crap,” flipping the page again he pointed to one and said softly, “but your mom changed that.”
I froze and tilted my head in even further.
“The day I met your mom, I knew she would be in my life forever. There was something about her and I knew I was already falling in love with her that first day. She made you want to be better, to attempt to be worthy of her love. Unfortunately your dad felt the same way; no one understood why he drastically changed, except for me. Even though she was with me, he stopped drinking, stopped sleeping with other girls, it’s like she made him instantly mature into the guy he eventually wanted to be so he could have an opportunity with her. I was always afraid I’d lose her to him someday, it’s like I knew it was a matter of when, not if. But your mom was different, I’d dated plenty of girls, but I hadn’t really cared if they were there or not. It was just someone to try to fill the ache of losing my dad. So when I met her and realized my feelings, I fought to keep her as long as I could. Don’t tell your momma, but Chase and I were constantly fighting over her when she wasn’t around. Hell, we even fought over her when she was around. We knew either of us could have any girl we wanted, but we both only wanted Harper. So of course, being us, words were used and fists flew whenever we were alone. I didn’t tell her this, but I already knew what had happened with your dad before she told me. When I got home from break, and Chase never bothered me again, I knew something had happened. I just didn’t know what yet. But you know what little man? I can’t even be mad about it anymore, because if it hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
He gently kissed our three month old son who was completely enthralled in his stories and pointed to the last picture in the book. “And he loved you and your mom, so much. I’ll always remind you of that, but I wish you could have met him.”
I placed a hand over my mouth to stifle the sob rising in my throat and slowly backed away to our bedroom. Once I was under the covers, I let the tears spill down my face as I mourned the dad Liam would never meet, and my heart grew even more for the dad that was holding him now. I don’t know how long I stayed there after I finished crying, but Brandon eventually got back in bed and stilled when he realized I was awake.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Do you know how much I love you?” He nodded and I continued, “Sometimes it’s hard for me to even believe you’re real, and that you’re here with us.”
He brushed back the hair covering my eyes and cupped my face, “I am here. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Exactly.”
“Harper, please tell me what’s wrong. Are you – are you getting cold feet?”
“No! I can’t wait to marry you Brandon. You’re so amazing, I wish I could tell you how wonderful you are and how much you mean to me. I just don’t understand how you can be mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
He huffed a laugh and that dimple flashed at me, “Then why were you crying? I don’t understand?”
“I – Thank you for telling him about Chase.”
“I told you we would babe.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll always tell him about Chase.”
“I know, just walking in and listening to you tell him stories was…I don’t know how to explain it. It was wonderful, it made my heart happy.” I said with a laugh.
His voice dropped lower, “You make my heart happy Harper.” He pressed his full lips to mine, moving them slow. His left hand dropped under his shirt on my body, his fingers teasing my waist, stomach and hips. “Have I told you recently how much I love you in nothing but my shirt?”
“Have I told you recently how much I love you in nothing at all?” I countered huskily, letting my fingers drop to the band on his shorts.
Brandon moved my hand away from his body, placing our intertwined fingers above my head on the pillow. “Not now babe.”
“What? Yes, now.” I hitched a leg around his hip, pressing myself to him.
He moaned and moved his hips against me before stilling and pushing me away, “You’re supposed to have sex after the wedding, not before it. Technically, I’m not supposed to see you today until you’re walking down the aisle.”
“And yet here you are.” I grinned and brought our bodies back together suggestively.
“Here I am.” He agreed.
He pushed me onto my back and let the hand that was still on my waist trail down. I whimpered and wrapped my hands around his neck, covering his lips with mine. When his mouth made a trail down my throat I reached for his shorts and the doorbell rang.
“That didn’t happen.” I kept my hands possessively on his body so he wouldn’t move. The doorbell rang two more short times. I angrily slid out from under my fiancé and rushed to the door, “Are you serious?” I hissed when I flung the door open, “Liam’s sleeping!”
Carrie, Mom, Bree and Konrad all stood at the door.
“Nice outfit,” Bree snickered and her eyes widened when Brandon came to the door with a scowl on his insanely handsome face, “Oh hell no! No screwing until later!”
“Breanna!” My face got red, I could talk to her and Mom about our intimate life. But Konrad was definitely never around and neither was Carrie.
“It’s kinda obvious friend.” She stepped in and grabbed my hand, taking me to the bedroom. “Take a shower and put on something comfortable, we’re going to be at the salon most the day.”
“I hope you realize you stopped us before it got to the best part. I’m going to be mad at you the rest of the day.”
“No you’re not. Wedding first, sex later.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped into the shower, “You sound like Brandon. Why is Konrad here anyway? Is he going to the salon with us?” I laughed and rinsed the lather out of my hair.
“No he’s here to hang out with Brandon until later. They’ll take care of Liam.”
My heart sank, “Oh, Liam.”
“No, no! We are not starting this again. You will be just fine. You guys need a honeymoon, end of story. You’ll regret it in a year or two if you don’t.”
“I know, but we’re parents. I feel horrible!”
“Seriously, you guys won’t even be gone that long. Most people take a week. You’ll be gone three nights, including tonight. Just think of it like a long date night.”
“Bree,” I sighed, “I really do appreciate that you are all doing this for us, but we’ve only ever been away from him for the longest seven hours. This is way different. Do you know that I’ve packed his suitcase four different times?”
“That’s just sad.”
I stopped shaving for a moment and pointed the razor toward her, even though she couldn’t see me, “When you have a baby, you’ll see. And I’ll be there to laugh at you for how ridiculous you are.”
“Are you done yet? You were supposed to have done this before we even got here.”
“Rude. Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me today since I’m the Bride?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me because I’m your best friend in the entire world, your Maid of Honor and I planned an awesome day for you?”
“True,” I shut off the water and took the towel Bree was holding when I stepped out and grabbed her in a big hug, “You really are the best. I love you friend.”
“I love you too.”
Brandon walked in and when he saw us he held up his hands like he was surrendering and slowly backed back out. It wasn’t weird to see Bree and I hug, but I usually wasn’t naked.
“You’re not supposed to see her!” Bree said over my shoulder, “You’ve already seen her too much this morning. Go hide until we can leave.”
“Bree,” I whined and looked at the empty doorway, “I love you Brandon!”
You could hear the smile in Brandon’s voice, “I love you too sweetheart, I can’t wait to marry you. Bree keep your hands off my wife, you already had your chance to make her gay…too late now.”
Bree and I laughed so hard, tears were streaming down our faces. When I was finally able to take a normal breath, I wrapped the first towel around my body and grabbed another to get most of the water out of my hair.
After I was in my green Victoria’s Secret PINK sweats, and a plain button-up shirt so I wouldn’t mess up my hair later, we were off to the salon. I’d heard of Bridezillas, and brides that were so nervous they threw up or continued to cry; but I was so blissed out, all I could do all day was smile and laugh with the women in my life. We had the most amazing time at the spa, we got massages, manicures and pedicures, had our hair and make-up done, and had an endless flow of water, champagne and fruit and cheese platters. I guess they didn’t care that Bree and I were only nineteen.
We all looked amazing, and we weren’t even in our dresses yet. Everyone’s make-up was flawless, Carrie and Mom had up-dos, Breanna’s shoulder length blonde hair had loose spirals, with a braid going around the front right side of her hair, and mine was just as I’d pictured in my head. My long auburn hair was parted on the side, each side going into a soft braid down the side, coming together into a twist leading to a soft off-center bun low on my neck. After everyone that had helped us get ready for the day gave us hugs and said their congratulations, we were off in Bree’s Lexus to the ceremony and reception site.
Even though they weren’t thrilled, I’d eventually gotten my way and helped everyone set up for the wedding, so first thing we did when we got there was check both rooms to make sure everything still looked perfect. The room where we would have the ceremony had soft lighting, and twinkle lights inside tulle going down each side of the aisle. We didn’t want too much in here, so other than large bouquets of white lilies, and some more lights, that was all there was in there. The room where we were having the reception was a different story. More white tulle filled with twinkle lights made soft arcs up to the middle of the room, making it look like we were in a large tent rather than a room. The tables had white table cloths, with green, silver and black tulle running along the top. Hurricanes filled with candles were spaced evenly in the tulle. Each seat had a little thing of bubbles for the end, and a favor of a short jar filled with things to make peppermint hot chocolate. The DJ was setting up his equipment, and there were tables in the back for where the food would be. The wedding cake was really just a top piece, white with swirls of black and green, and the next two layers were a hundred cupcakes, all with the same type of designs. We were in one of the rooms in the back getting our dresses on when the guys showed up in their suits.
“Oh my gosh they’re here!” I ran towards the window to watch them walk towards the building with a huge smile on my face. I don’t know why, but I’d been holding my breath until I saw Brandon here. And he looked amazing, as did the rest of them. Dad was in a dark gray suit, with a black shirt, Konrad and Jeremy had on black suits with dark green button-ups, black vests and loose black ties. The love of my life was in all black with a loose green tie, in his arms was our bundled up son. I’m sure he’d dressed up for the funeral, but since I wasn’t exactly aware of much going on at that point, this was the first time I’d ever seen Brandon in a tie, let alone a suit. His rugged looks in a suit made him look powerful and mysterious and oh so sexy. I was already biting my lip just thinking about taking it off him tonight. We watched them until they were in the building and it took an incredible amount of will power not to rush out to my almost husband.
When there was only twenty minutes left, the girls helped me into my dress, garter, and white Converse. There’s no way I was wearing heels all night. My dress was simple and beautiful, strapless and form fitting until my hips where it lightly bunched and flared out to the floor, the back lacing up with thick ribbon. I looked at Mom and Carrie in their black and silver shimmery dresses, and my best friend in her dark green halter tea length dress. We all hugged and kissed each other on the cheek before they handed me my bouquet of white lilies and red roses, dark green ribbon holding them together, and heading out to meet the guys.
“Wow sis,” Jeremy gently hugged me, afraid to mess anything up, and kissed my cheek, “you look awesome.”
“Thanks Jer, you guys all look so handsome!” I squealed and accepted a hug from Konrad.
“You look beautiful Kid.” He kissed my cheek as well before taking Bree in his arms.
“Thanks old man.” I teased and gasped when I saw Dad and Liam, “Hi little one!” I kissed his soft head and played with his hands for a minute before Mom took him so she and Carrie could go sit down.
Jeremy and Konrad escorted them to their seats, then came back for Bree. She winked at me, and when the music started, the three of them left the room to take their places up front. Dad wrapped his arms around me and held me for a moment.
“You look so beautiful sweet girl. Thank you for asking me to give you away, it means so much that you’ve allowed us to be your family. We love you and are so proud of who you are and your choices.”
I blinked back tears when he released me, “Thanks Dad. You guys mean everything to me, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without you.”
He held out his arm, and I placed my hand in the crook of it, “We’re up, you ready for this?”
“So ready!” I did a little happy dance so Dad and I were both chuckling when we rounded the corner and started our walk down the aisle.
My eyes instantly found Brandon, and his expression made my body sing. A huge smile spread across his face, accentuating his dimple, his eyes were bright as he watched me walk toward him. If Dad didn’t have a hold on me, I would have taken off running toward him, but we kept the slow pace, getting to Brandon seconds, that felt like an eternity later. When Dad gave me away, and put my hands in Brandon’s, I smiled widely at him and we continued to stare at each other, letting everything else melt away.
Hi. He mouthed to me.
I smiled and mouthed back I love you.
I love you too. He squeezed my hands tight and looked at me with an expression I can only describe as pure joy.
We said our vows, repeated words after the pastor, exchanged rings and when asked, said “I do”. The pastor announced us husband and wife, and Brandon tilted my face up towards him, capturing my mouth with his. In that moment, in that kiss, we promised each other forever and I felt like my life was finally complete. We reluctantly broke apart to face our family and friends before heading up the aisle and out of that room. As soon as we rounded the corner, Brandon took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine again.
“You look amazing Harper,” he said around soft kisses, “so beautiful.”
I ran my hands over his short hair when he pressed his forehead to mine, “We’re married,” I breathed a small laugh, “you’re my husband.”
“And you’re my wife.” He smiled as he pressed his mouth to my cheek, then my neck.
Our families found us then and we were bombarded with hugs from everyone. I was excited to see Brad and Derek had made it with their girlfriends, as well as some of Brandon’s other friends from school. We took a few pictures; the photographer couldn’t stop laughing because Brandon and I couldn’t stop kissing, and finally said she’d just continue to take candid shots throughout the rest of the reception. We ate a bit, danced a lot, and by the end of the night I’d danced with all the men in my life, including little Liam Chase, a few times. I blushed fiercely when Brandon removed the garter with his teeth, and both Konrad and Bree caught the garter and bouquet. I winked at Konrad since I knew he was planning on proposing on Christmas Eve. When Brandon wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered softly in my ear, I hurried to say good bye to our son and handed him over to Carrie, who was taking the first half of the watch. People blew bubbles at us as we made our way to the car, and we were off to our make-shift honeymoon.
Brandon rented a condo right on the beach not too far from where we lived, and we were there in no time, with Brandon carrying me through the door. He laid me on the bed before running back to my car and grabbing our bags, leaving them in the entryway and rushing back to me. His face was full of love and passion, his gray eyes burning. He stopped at the edge of the bed, and let his eyes take me in while I did the same. He’d taken off his jacket earlier in the night and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up to his elbows, his green tie was still on but even looser than it had been when the wedding started. The shirt and pants fit him perfectly, stretching over his broad shoulders and chest, accentuating his narrow hips and falling perfectly down his long muscled legs. He looked like a god. An incredibly sexy god.
I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbing his belt buckle I tugged him closer, a satisfied smirk stretching across his face, his dimple deeper than ever. When I had his pants and boxer briefs off, I stood up and took off his tie before slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt, running my hands up his chest to his shoulders so I could slide it off as well. He pushed me back down onto the bed and brought one of my legs up, chuckling when he got to my Converse.
“This is just another reason why I love you.” He said as he took it, and the other one off.
His hands left a trail of heat up and back down my legs as he removed my underwear and brought himself back between my legs.
“You’re not going to take my dress off?”
Brandon kissed my neck and his deep voice gave me heated chills, “Maybe later.” His brown eyes caught mine, and in them I could see everything he felt for me and I wondered how I could have ever been stupid enough to try to live without him. “I love you so much Harper.” He said before he slid into me.
I gasped at the sensations that coursed through my body. Every time with him seemed to be better than the time before, and I didn’t think I would ever get tired of these alone times with him. “Brandon,” I cried when he rocked against me, “God I love you too.”
***
“Wake up Harper.”
I grumbled and rolled onto my back, quickly slipping back into the place between sleep and waking. I felt something against my neck and tried to swat at it, when I didn’t catch anything I figured it must have been my hair and sank deeper into the warm bed. Before I could drift back into my dreams, there was that brush against my neck again, but when it continued down my chest and stopped for a few seconds at the swell of my breast I tried to fully wake up to look at what I now knew was my husband. Brandon continued down my stomach, lightly biting my left hip, and crossing over to do the same to the right. My eyes flew open and I exhaled a breathy “oh” when his lips trailed to the inside of my thighs.
Brandon’s low chuckle alone would have caused shivers, but his lips and tongue moving slowly against me were all my mind could comprehend right now. I ran my hands over his buzzed head and tried to keep my eyes open to watch him, but they fluttered shut again, a moan escaping my barely open lips. He slid two fingers in me as his tongue continued to work against my most sensitive area. A ball of limb-numbing pleasure was already spreading through my body and I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. My hips involuntarily rolled and his left hand gripped harder on the back of my hip, but didn’t try to hinder my movements. He quickened his pace and after a few minutes I was extremely thankful there were no neighbors near us as the following cry tore out of my chest, my body surging with heat. Brandon hovered over my body and pushed into me when the next wave rushed through me and met my satisfied whimpers with a carnal growl as he moved against me, his lips and teeth nipping at the hollow at the base of my neck. Each bite a little rougher than the previous, matching his thrusts. My hands passed over the muscles in his shoulders and back as they bunched together with each hard drive into me. Our breaths were ragged and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering both of us when he collapsed on top of me some time later. He struggled to keep most his body weight off me by resting on his forearms, and ended up rolling onto his back, pulling me with him so I could curl up against his side.
