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I chuckle and move my hand from the wheel to her thigh. “Not today,” I whisper. “Today, I’m all yours.”
“Then take me home,” she says.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Carol
Brianturnsaroundandtouches my face, caressing my cheek softly before placing his palm behind my neck, pulling me closer as he leans in for a kiss. His lips press softly against mine, with the same nonchalance he was drinking his wine a bit earlier. I brace one hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat against my palm.
It’s broad daylight and there are people walking on the streets but for me—for us—we are all alone.
He pulls away just enough to start the car, his hand moving back to my thigh as he drives us home.
I get out of the car in a daze, feeling him close behind me, and rummage through my purse for my keys. My hand is shaking as I unlock the door, that tiny voice telling me to be careful, but then Brian’s body presses against mine, impatient and hungry, and that inkling of doubt disappears.
The door swings open and I’ve barely walked inside when he turns me around. He kicks the door shut and crushes his lips to mine, this kiss bearing no resemblance to the previous one. I roam my hands under his shirt, reveling at his body shivering from my touch, and lift his shirt. He moves one hand behind his neck to the collar and pulls it up, breaking our kiss for mere seconds to take off his shirt.
“Getting impatient, Baby?” he whispers in my ear, biting my lobe and then kissing and biting down my neck, along my collarbone, and back to my shoulders enjoying every inch of my skin that’s visible.
“You’re taking your time, I see,” I say between breaths. Getting a taste of him again is all I have thought about since we returned. I don’t remember ever being so needy for anyone else, to the point where I can’t think straight.
Brian grabs my shoulders and holds me at arm’s length to get a better look. His chest is bare, every muscle toned and tense from his own arousal and his eyes are burning, an almost devilish smile etched on his face.
“I want to taste every bit of you.”
I know he means it. His voice is low and deep, almost choking in his throat. We’ve been so close to this moment, and I’ve always pulled away before, but now… I cannot wait anymore.
I push his hands away and take a step back, my eyes remaining on his while I take my blouse off. His mouth twitches as he takes a step forward, but I shake my head.
No, Brian, we’ll play this my way.
One more step backward and I go for the zipper, using both hands. His cock is definitely aroused by that slight hissing sound of the zipper on my skirt descending. It falls to my feet as I kick off my sandals, and I’m left standing in only my strapless bra and lace panties.
“It’s so nice you’ll wait—”
I don’t get to tease him again. Brian sweeps me in his arms and drops me on the bed, climbing on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” His face is inches from mine, his hot breath smelling of wine and his own particular scent, and his words full of lust.
“I think I do,” I tell him and grab onto his jeans, undoing the button and yanking his zipper down.
Brian just shakes his head, repeating that I have no idea. He gets up as abruptly as he crushed onto me before and takes off his jeans and boxers, freeing his shaft. When he climbs back in bed he goes for my panties, hooking two fingers on either side of them and pulling them down.
“We’ll have it your way first,” he reassures me and slips a finger inside me. “After all, you are ready for me.” He licks his lips and spreads my legs apart, enjoying the view before he gets inside me.
A soft scream escapes my mouth as he fills me up. Brian grabs my hips, pulling me closer, and leans down so that our bodies are pressed against each other completely. His thrusts are slow at first, giving me time to catch my breath and then he starts rolling his hips at a faster but steadier pace. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, but keep both hands on his head, keeping his face and lips on me.
Brian cups my breasts, fingers teasing my rock-hard nipples, and then moves one hand lower to toy with my clit, earning him a mixture of moans and screams until I’m shaking all over. He slows his pace to let me calm down from my orgasm but does not pull away until he comes too, a few seconds later. He collapses on top of me, and I hold him tightly, enjoying the feeling of his body and weight on me, his chest one with mine, so much that I can feel his heartbeat. I’m sure he can feel mine too.
I don’t know how long we stay like this, but it must be a while. I plant small kisses on his ear and cheek, the only parts of him I have access to right now. His face is buried in my neck and his breathing is much slower. If I don’t do something, he’ll fall asleep like this.
“Brian?” I whisper.
Nothing. I say his name again, louder, once more, then twice, but he makes no movement. “Love?” At last, his head jerks up. “You’re acting like a child, you know that right?”
He gives me a sheepish smile, followed by a quick kiss, and then rolls to his side, releasing me. I shiver at the coldness that follows and turn to him almost immediately.
“Is it my turn now?” he asks.
