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“This is all your fault, Brandon.” Bitterness soured my tongue, but Brandon only kissed my crown with a faint grunt. My plan to kill him seemed fainter and fainter every singleminute, and my gut churned violently. “I had aplan.I had a plan, and now... I don’t know what to do.”
God, what am I saying? What am I even doing anymore?
“The bad thing about plans is that they can fall apart so easily.” A darkness took over Brandon’s tone, and I glanced up to peer at him under my eyelashes. Regret flashed in his eyes, deep-seated and hard, and my fingers crept up his chest to feel his heart beat steadily. “That charity auction... I remember first seeing you, andit was long before I built up the courage to confront you, actually... but I knew. I just knew that you were it for me. I didn’t plan on it, but I’m so, so glad that it happened.”
“What if I told youI—” Brandon’s hand covered mine, so gentle and warm, and my voice hitched before he met my gaze. “I–I knew, too, eventhough sometimes, you frustrate me so much I just want to strangle you, but..."
“If you did that, at least the last thing I’d see is you, Katie.” My eyes widened, heart stuttering at the seriousness in Brandon’s gaze, and he tightened his palm over my own. For a second, my brain short-circuited, but I didn’t even need to think before my body moved. Pushing myself up to crash my lips on his, I flung my arms around his neck, and a voracious fire sparked in my abdomen as I straddled him haphazardly.
Big, familiar hands gripped my waist, and I whimpered with need as Brandon slipped his tongue into my mouth. Desperation seeped from my pores, and my breath shallowed from the pure passion flooding the limo. Rolling my hips, goosebumps washed my thighs, and he hooked an arm around my waist before fumbling to open the door.
The journey up the stairs and into his house was a blur, and I moaned softly as I clutched Brandon’s shirt with white-knuckle tightness. His hard member strained against his dress pants, and tremors raked down my spine. My need for him kept my mind at bay, and I swallowed his groan before he sat me down on the first flat surface we reached.
“Make love to me.” Tangling his hand in my hair, Brandon pulled my head back to attack my neck, and my knees clung to his sides. The friction between my legs scorched my folds, and I ground shamelessly as my own words slammed into my gut.
Brandon loves me. He’s not capable of lying about it.Shivering wildly as cold prickles swept up my sternum, I squeezed my eyelids shut to block out all thoughts, especiallythatone.
“Katie/” Gripping my dress to jerk it up over my head, Brandon’s rasp tightened my skin, and he sucked hard on my nipple. Arching sharply, I gasped at the bolt of pleasure that struck my chest, and he reached between us to shove his fingers inside me. My panties were no obstacle, and I moaned loudly as his digits twisted, and curled, and reached deep.
But I needed more. I neededmore.
“Hard! Yes, oh, my God, yes!” Quivering as Brandon pumped his hand jarringly, the table beneath me rattled from the force as pressure built behind my eyes. “I need it. I need it so badly, Brandon.”
“I’ll make it go away, Katie.” Grinding the promise out through clenched teeth, Brandon held me even closer, reached even deeper. His lips seared my neck, his tongue caressing my pulse points and his teeth grazing downward to clamp down on my nipples. The rapture of his mouth skittered just under my skin, and I ground against his palm as my release came closer.
Brandon untangled his hand from my hair to grip my breast, and I moaned in wanton abandon as his lips traveled south. Pushing my panties to the side, he shoved his face between my legs with no warning at all, and I gasped as I lost my balance. Falling back, I clung to him with my thighs, and he pulled me to keep me from sliding off the end of the table. His licking and sucking sent delicious euphoria flooding my veins, and his slurping echoed around his otherwise empty house.
“Yes!” My head hung off the edge of the long, narrow table, and I buried my trembling fingers in Brandon’s hair to grind against his mouth. His digits surged and retreated, stroking my walls, and coaxing me into another orgasm, and I spasmed from the force of it. Pleasure dulled my nerves, and he swirled my clit with his tongue to suckle sharply.
“Yeah, Kat.” Brandon stood up, and I cracked my eyes open to watch in erotic fascination as he stripped. Hunger twisted my stomach, and saliva pooled under my tongue when his pants fell into a heap around his feet. His rod sprang free, and I licked my lips nervously. The throbbing veins were so pronounced, spiderwebbing up his shaft, and my core clenched at the mere sight of him.
Grabbing me to haul me off the table, Brandon pushed me down onto the sofa, and a squeal of a moan escaped me. He wasn’t rough, more impatient, and I buried my moans in a cushion as he swiped the head of his rod along my weeping slit. Fisting the taut fabric, I held my breath as anticipation raced in my veins, and he draped himself over me to capture my lips hotly. The taste of myself sent shocks down my spine, but I couldn’t feel them as he slowly inched past my entrance.
“It’s in. God, it f–feels so, sogood.” Sputtering harshly, my lips never left Brandon’s, and he gasped as he thrust deeper. Stretching my walls, he filled every crevice, and I undulated around his length before his hips clung to mine. “It’s so good, it’s so good, I’m—”
“Don’t. Don’t start crying. My ego can’t take it, Katie.” My fist slammed into Brandon’s shoulder as a choked cry escaped me, and I forced my eyes open to find him blurry. He gasped, his lips twitching upward, and I moaned softly as he pulled back to thrust with a jerk of his hips. “Sorry.”
“I hate you.” Some weird mixture of humor, ecstasy, and hoarseness escaped my throat, and Brandon ducked to kiss and suck my neck. Grappling for my leg, he hiked up my knee with the crook of his elbow, and my eyes boggled from the shot of pleasure. “Ohh!Oh, yes!”
“Does that feel good?” Punctuating his question with a sharp thrust, Brandon smirked against my neck as I came undone. Shivering and tightening around his length, my eyes rolled back from the intensity, and he ground his hips against mine with a guttural grunt.
Setting a hard pace, Brandon trembled as waves of pleasure slammed into me, and I dug my nails into his back shamelessly. If he felt the bite, he didn’t complain, and his bare chest bore down on mine to limit my already shallow breaths. With each thrust, he jostled my hips, and I clamped down on him at every impact.
Gasping when Brandon pulled out, prickles skittered under my skin when he flipped me over, and I stuck my butt up to bury my face in the sofa. Familiar palms spread my cheeks, and he surged into my entrance to trigger another orgasm. Arching and flexing wildly, I clenched my jaw against the tsunami, but he just thrust again.
Theslapof skin on skin was a deafening thunder in my ears, and I cried from the pleasure Brandon gave me. His thrusts sharpened, his grunts rolling down my spine, and he gripped both of my hips to force me back onto his length. Moaning as his heat filled me, I struggled to breathe, and his palms dragged up to my shoulders to squeeze gently.
Panting wheezes were all I could manage, and Brandon’s harsh pants swept along my skin as he collapsed against the edge of the couch cushion. The sofa was wide enough to hold us both comfortably, but he kept me on the inside as he wrapped his arms around me. Pushing his knee between my legs, he held me as tightly as his quivering muscles would allow, and his abdominals flexed against my butt.
ChapterSeventeen
BRANDON
“You’re taking avacation?” The incredulous tone in Audra’s voice pierced my brain, and I winced noticeably as she stormed over to me. Her grip on my biceps was surprisingly tight, or maybe not so surprising, and she shook me as her face turned pink. “I don’t believe you! Who are you! You’re not the Brandon I know. Are you an alien?”
“Audra, come on... is it that hard to believe? I’ve been working twenty-two years nonstop, and I keep telling Katie we’ll go. There’s no better time than now.” Her slender brows shot up, and she nodded furiously, not that I could blame her, really. Smiling wryly, I gingerly extracted her claws from my flesh, and faint surprise bubbled in my chest when she hadn’t poked holes in my shirt.
“Yeah, right. Katie, the girl you proposed to whom I haven’t even met. I still think you’re making a mistake. You want to marry after what, four months? If that? And now, you’re taking her on a cruise through Europe that requires a vacation—avacation! You’ve literally never taken a day off, Brandon. You don’t even like sick days, and you’re going on a month-long vacation! You do realize that this trip will end up being a fifth of the time you’ve been together.”
