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I had ended up sending a quick text before I’d gone to sleep, but turned off my phone before receiving his reply. I hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone.
Brandon just kissed me softly on the forehead and continued to stroke my hair. His movements were gentle, clearly without any ulterior motive even though I was topless. And it should have been exactly what I wanted after the previous harrowing night.
But instead, the mild restlessness bloomed. The rhythmic swell of his chest was less comforting and more tempting. My hands, as if of their own accord, found the hem of his shirt and slid beneath it to find his ridged obliques. I outlined his muscles, humming with pleasure while I pressed my face into his neck, eager to inhale even more of him. When my mouth opened against his pulse, Brandon sucked in a sharp breath, the hand at my back tensed.
“Skylar,” he rumbled. His vocal cords vibrated deliciously against my lips.
“What?” I mumbled against his stubble.
My tongue touched his skin. Brandon shivered.
“You…erg…you don’t need to do this…ah!” He jumped slightly as my lips sucked more determinedly at his jaw. “I just mean…that’s not what I came up here for.”
I sat up.
“Babe?” I asked. I traced one finger down his chest and toyed with the three buttons that closed his Henley.
Brandon watched me, his eyes wide and unsure. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want to be sad right now,” I stated as I unfastened the top button and moved to the second. “Right now, I just want to be with you. So, can we just mess around and pretend for a few minutes like I don’t have a shit day ahead of me?”
I finished with the third button and pulled his collar open so I could slide my hand under the waffled fabric. The hand on my back tightened just a bit more. I leaned in to kiss him gently on either side of his mouth. Brandon remained stock-still.
“Please?” I asked, my mouth hovering just over his. “Can you help me?”
The word seemed to bring him out of whatever philosophical argument he’d been having with himself. His other hand threaded its fingers roughly through my messy locks and pulled me down, showing me just how thoroughly he could help with a vigorous kiss.
“I feel like I’m just a kid again, sneaking into the neighbor girl’s bedroom so we could neck,” he said a few moments later.
I splayed over his body, eager to feel as much of him as possible beneath me. “Did you do that with a lot of neighbor girls?” I could just imagine Brandon, tall and handsome, if a little gawky, flashing his pearly whites for an invitation into a girl’s bedroom. “Take this off.”
I yanked at the hem of his Henley, and he allowed me to pull it over his head.
“Maybe a few,” he said after another thorough kiss. “What about you? Any boys climb in through the attic window?”
I smiled “Not really. Tommy Leibowitz tried once, but he broke the branch of the oak tree. No one else could get in after that.”
“Well, Tommy Leibowitz ain’t got nothin’ on me, baby,” Brandon growled. “Not when it comes to you.”
His fingers gripped my hair while his other hand cupped my ass and pressed me into his erection, causing a low moan in the back of my throat. My breath caught in my chest, and suddenly I forgot that my grandmother was only a few flights of stairs away from my unlocked door. In fact, the idea made the whole thing that much hotter. I couldn’t get him naked fast enough.
“Off,” I mumbled into his mouth, tearing at the buttons of his jeans under me.
Brandon growled and lifted his legs—with me on them—just enough to scoot off his jeans and boxers. My underwear soon followed. One arm encircled my waist in an unforgiving grip, the other around my neck as he yanked me down to meet his hungry mouth. My hair fell around us in a thick, reddish canopy.
“Fuck, Skylar,” he growled in between kisses. “Fuck!”
I could feel him rubbing against me, and the friction made me needier by the second. I rolled my hips, helping the movement along. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but he felt so, so good there. I absolutely ached for him.
I rolled my hips again, catching us by surprise when I lost my balance and took him completely and unexpectedly. I gasped at the sudden, immediate penetration. Brandon’s big body arched at the contact, and he cursed again: “Fuck!”
We stared at each other, both of us shocked and undeniably turned on, if the involuntary movements of both of our hips were any indication. I swallowed, and before I could lose myself in the movements, I pushed off him and hopped down to the floor.
“Ah!” he yelped, almost as if in pain.
“Condom,” I muttered as I tried to remember if I had any here.
“My jeans pocket. Goddamn it,hurry.”
