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I moan, feeling and needing everything at once. I don’t try to talk myself out of it.
Instead, I link my arms around his neck and kiss him back fiercely. Bran lets out a deep grunt, kissing me back while running his fingers through my wet, tangled hair. I lean into him, remembering how much I loved our bodies melding. Within seconds, the space between my legs is moist with fluid, and I can feel my core throbbing.
“Bran,” I mutter, pulsing with need. Howcould I have forgotten how good it felt to be with him?
He takes me into his arms. I expect him to head for the couch or for my bedroom, but he merely places me on the kitchen counter.
“I could make love to you every day,” he mutters in my ear, and I feel myself get tingly all over.
Bran starts to kiss my neck and my shoulders as he strips off my dress, pushing it down my shoulders so my bare breasts are exposed to him. He moves lower, tenderly taking one of my nipples in his mouth.
I moan, my sensitivity peaking. I dig my fingers into his hair, loving how tender he is as he sucks on me.
I think back to our last sexual encounter—almostsexual encounter—when Bran had tried to make me back down from posting articles about his brother. Everything about that day had been intense, with a barely hidden competition and strife between us. We had badly wanted each other, but there was an undercurrent of game playing and the need to humiliate one another.
This is far different from any other time we’ve had sex.
This isn’t fucking. We’re making love.
That realization hits me like an elbow to the stomach. But I barely have time to process it, because Bran is now stripping me of my dress, so I’m naked on my counter. My wet hair sticks to my back.
He pulls down his pants and locks his gaze with me. His eyes confirm what I just discovered. Something has changed between us.
I look down at his hard cock, and a gasp of need escapes me. I wanthim. But not in the animalistic, primal way I used to. I want him in a different, softer sort of way.
He pulls me closer, pushing himself into me. I gasp, wrapping my arms around him, lost in the sensations pouring through me. Bran holds me in his arms as gently as he ever has, thrusting in and out, slower than in the past, almost taunting me with the speed.
I drive my fingernails into his back, wanting him to go even faster. He picks up the pace a little, his hands on my hips as he keeps thrusting.
“Georgina,” he whispers into my hair, “I’m mad about you.”
A surge of emotions rises in me.
He’s only saying that because of the sex,I think now, even as Bran picks up the pace, driving me to ecstasy with each thrust. My thoughts strip away as I hang onto him, unable to do anything but moan out loud at how good it feels.
And then, finally, Bran lets out his loudest groan as he reaches his peak. I wrap my legs around him, wanting to lock him inside me for as long as possible. His cum spilling into me unlocks my own climax, and my entire body starts to tremble as the pleasure pushes me over the edge.
Bran untangles himself from my grasp, and when he looks down at me, his eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them.
“I don’t want to do this,” he says suddenly.
I feel the tiniest hit of panic.Do what? Raise the baby together? Have sex anymore?
Before I can ask, Bran continues to speak. “Today, when you woke me up with that call, I thought…”
“What?” I ask, feeling panic starting to swell in me. I hadn’t even gotten used to the presence of Bran yet. And now, him wanting to tap out of the deal is making me shrivel like some skimpy little flower.
“I thought I was going to die of fear before I got to you,” he finishes.
My eyes narrow, and I realize I have no idea where he’s going with this. “What?”
“It took me fifteen minutes to get over to your apartment, and I just about cussed out any other driver on the way. Almost caused an accident.I don’t want to do that anymore.”
“What, almost kill people to get to me?” I’m the last person on earth who has evertried to use humor to defuse tension in uncomfortable situations, and I feel a sting of shame as I let the words slip out of my mouth.
Bran does not seem to notice it’s a joke. “Yes,” he says, holding his gaze with mine. “I don’t want to have to wait fifteen minutes to get to you when there’s an emergency. Hell, I don’t want to wait five.”
I’m aware of my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “What are you saying?”
