“I have Teeling for you.”
Bran reached for the glass nearest him. “Thank you.”
Was she imagining things, or was Bran’s voice husky AF? “Good flight?”
Taking a drink, he savored it for a moment before swallowing. “It was.”
The intensity of Bran’s stare was doing numbers on Raven’s body. “Are you hungry?” Her voice had become as low and husky as Bran's.
“Yes.”
Compelled to move closer, Raven walked forward, stopping a breath from touching his body. With her free hand, she, oh so slowly, placed it flat against his chest. Looking up until she could meet his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
He watched intently as she took a long drink of whiskey, pulling all the smoky heat past her lips. Bran placed his crystalglass on the table carefully before taking her glass and placing it next to his. His hands were free to trace the sides of her face, thumb across her mouth, her neck... he dragged his fingers lightly along her collarbone, down her shoulders, stopping to grasp her upper arms.
She was panting now, craving more, and needing to touch him back.
“I don’t like being parted from you, Raven. Days felt like years.”
“I didn’t like it either.”
Raven’s breath caught as Bran leaned down to firmly place his mouth against hers. The pressure gave way to nips and licks, twists and turns, tongues and heat.
“Do not stop, Bran,” Raven moaned as his tongue swept her mouth deeply before retreating.
“I don’t plan on stopping until our presence is required elsewhere.”
There was no more teasing. Bran pulled the chocolate-colored silk blouse over her head, stopping to flick his fingers over her hard nipples through the nude bra she wore beneath.
Raven’s hands were at his waist, working her fingers into the waistband. They both went at each other then. She yanked his pants down, and he kicked them off with his shoes. He may have ripped her slacks as he pulled them off her. Her bra was next, his shirt, socks, panties, underwear... naked, finally. Then... skin, heat, fingers, hands, pressure, friction...
“Oh God, Bran... need... want.”
Grasping Raven around the waist, Bran started dragging her up his body.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby... yes, Fuck! Already wet for me....”
Raven felt his hard sex at her entrance, breaching her slick folds. She could only moan his name and was about to beg, butthen Bran thrust hard, not stopping until he was fully seated. He moved slowly, then faster. Her core felt like a livewire.
She was delirious with sensation, hands clenched on his shoulders. Her fingers dug into his skin as she started to pulse around his shaft— exploded.
“Fuck... baby, hold on.”
Bran swung them around so that her back was to the closed door. Pressing her hard against the cold glass, he moved his hands to cup the base of her ass and thighs. In this position, he went harder, faster. Slamming into her sex over and over and over. She felt herself start to clench again with another orgasm.
“Raven, oh God, baby... gonna make me come...”
One last hard thrust had Raven screaming as the clench and release intensified. Bran yelled as his own release jetted deep.
Only the door at her back and Bran’s hands kept her from sliding to the ground. Bran laid his sweaty brow against her equally sweaty neck.
“I was hard all the way home thinking of what I wanted to do to you when I got here. I need a better imagination, obviously. Holy shit.”
“Did I mention I was glad you were home?” Raven laughed against his shoulder.
“I don’t remember, but then, I think you fried my brain.”
