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“Quiet,” he growls.
His mouth crashes on mine, and it’s as if I’ll evaporate into the sand.
He nips at my bottom lip in true greedy fashion until I grant his hot tongue access inside to war with mine vigorously.
Brandon steals every ragged breath from my lungs as he grasps my neck and presses his thumb against my racing pulse.
My moans flow in sync with his sexual rumbles. I’m undeniably turned on, and more than anything, in a ball of excitement because he’s finally kissing me.
His other hand travels over my body with aggression, squeezing my butt, and then going between my thighs to rub me through my wet underwear.
Beyond aroused and desperate for more, I push my body into him.
Brandon slides his fingers inside my panties and rubs my swollen clit and folds.
“Uhh…” I groan, sounds stifled by his delectable mouth.
Anyone could come walking by, but I don’t give a damn. I don’t mind him kissing and groping me until the end of time.
A scorching fire blazes inside, carrying this burgeoning need for him to claim my body and soul.
Brandon tears his mouth away to lick and gnaw at my jaw and neck, but quickly returns to my lips when I whimper for him.
I’m on the verge of an orgasm, but I’m yearning to feel him inside me—to devour my body and satisfy the ache that’s close to driving me insane.
“Brandon,” I moan in heat. “I want to be with you. Don’t you want me?”
He slows his movements in my underwear and stops kissing me.
The night darkens his eyes and features, but I still feel the force.
We’re both respiring hard, immersed in desire.
Disappointment grows when he eases his hand out, and I fear he isn’t ready to unravel himself to me.
“Tomorrow,” he says after catching his breath. “I’ll tell you and show you everything.”
At his words, a torrent of glee cascades over me.
“Okay,” I murmur, winded as I fix my skirt.
“But keep in mind,” Brandon adds, “once I share everything with you, little artist, there’s no going back. You can’t change your mind about us. You’ll be mine for good.”
The seriousness in his tone is chilling. Yet, I’m more intrigued. The emotions for him strengthen.
Confident I won’t run, I tell him, “You have my promise.”
Brandon lets out a deep exhale and motions for us to head back.
I turn to walk away.
He catches me by surprise when he reaches for my hand, this time gentler.
Butterflies dance all over me, and my heart sprints as Brandon holds on for the entire stroll back to the parking area.
Climbing the steps, I glimpse a figure in a gray tracksuit hurrying into the black car. Whoever it is leaves immediately.
Not sure why, but the prickly sensation returns at the back of my neck.
It fades when Brandon pushes me against the passenger door of the Mercedes and devours my mouth yet again.
