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We breathed in each other’s spaces for what seemed like forever before I finally nodded infinitesimally.
Brandon exhaled deeply. “Thank Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed before pulling me to him.
I hadn’t realized until our lips touched how badly I wanted to erase the morning from memory, how much I wanted to sink into him and forget everything else. I returned his kiss with all the pent-up emotions dying for release, unable to get close enough as I clawed at his neck and ground against him. Brandon groaned at the movement, slid his hands under my ass, and stood in one graceful motion, as if I weighed little more than one of the throw pillows.
“Need you,” he grunted against my lips in between long, deep kisses. “Right. Now.”
He hiked me up his waist, while I kept our mouths firmly attached, and started toward the bedrooms. My door flew open with a bang.
We couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough, but couldn’t stop kissing each other either. Keeping our mouths fused, Brandon tore off my sweater and my pants while I yanked his belt away and wrenched his t-shirt over his head. We tripped over our limbs, our shoes, our clothes, laughing in between furious lunges back to one another after even a sliver of separation. When we were finally naked, he tackled me onto the bed, covering my small body with his big, warm one, and entered me with one, full thrust.
“Skylar!” he cried hoarsely. “Christ, you feel good.”
But this wasn’t a time for dirty talk, or any talk at all. Brandon’s mouth anxiously found mine again as he started to move within me. He lifted my leg around his hip, using the leverage to go deeper, closer. The combination of his unforgiving rhythm with the tortuous stimulation was automatic—I cried out into his mouth as I lost control, quickly, chaotically.
“Brandon,” I moaned, gripping his thick curls and grinding my hips against his. “I…I…”
What I wanted to say, I didn’t know. All I felt was him, all I wanted was him, body, mind, soul. I gripped his shoulders, his neck, his back, unable to get as close as I wanted. It was all too much, too much to handle or comprehend. More than any other time we had been together, I was genuinely losing my ability to think straight.
“Tell me, baby,” Brandon demanded in my ear, continuing with his fervent pace as he pulled the lobe between his teeth. He groaned as both of my legs clenching around his waist, urging him forward as I hurtled even closer to the edge. “Tell me what you feel. Not what you think. What you feel.”
“I…” My orgasm came, fast and hard. “Oh, holy mother of God, Brandon, I LOVE YOU!”
I shouted it over and over again, my body convulsing under him as he continued to move relentlessly.
“SKYYyyylar!”
Brandon buried his face in my neck, his hand clutching my hip hard enough to leave a bruise. Gasping for breath, we gripped each other until the waves finally faded. Slowly, my body began to sink into the mattress, and it was only when his hands released their death grip on my legs that I briefly thought I’d probably have a few decent bruises the next day.
Eventually, full consciousness returned. I barely registered the mess of clothes tossed about the room, the sweat rolling down our bodies from our efforts, the way my skin stuck to Brandon’s as I was trapped beneath his chest. The way his heartbeat raced against mine. The air surrounding us had become cloyingly humid in the heat of our passion. I couldn’t move; I didn’t want to.
Finally, Brandon was able to push onto his forearms and look down at me, his faced flushed from exertion. His eyes, however, had lost that petrified look he’d walked in with. All I saw was love.
Like a bear moving lazily toward hibernation, he clambered up to the head of the bed and settled us under my comforter. I was tucked securely into the crook of his arm, my head on his broad, firm chest while his hand rubbed absent circles over my back. We lay like that for several minutes, slowly coming down from the high of the quick, fierce joining. Just as I was about to doze off, he murmured into my hair.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice gentle but still cut through with longing. “Tell me again. Please.”
I blinked slowly, unable to keep my eyes open for long. I knew exactly what he wanted me to say, just as I knew I couldn’t keep it back, no matter what it might cost me in the end.
“I do,” I murmured. “I love you, Brandon.”
* * *
The sun was alreadylow through the blinds when I woke up again, which meant that it was nearly five o’clock. We had slept most of the afternoon away. I felt like I could sleep the rest of the night too. Brandon snored indelicately, and I took that to mean I could slide out from his death grip to get a glass of water. I snagged my robe from the back of the door and padded down the hall to where I found Jane reading on the couch.
“Hey there, Missy,” she said, looking up from her book. “Sleeping late today?”
I shrugged. “We…fell asleep. After. You know.”
Jane grinned at me. “We, huh? Is there a wee tycoon napping in your bed, my dear? I didn’t know His Majesty was up for sleepovers on the bad side of town.”
As if on cue, a very loud snore erupted from my bedroom, causing Jane and me to burst into a fit of hushed giggles. I stumbled over to the sink and poured myself a glass of water, which I downed in a single go.
“Worked yourself up a thirst, I see,” Jane remarked, watching me. “Good for you.”
“Oh, Jane.” I washed the glass before turning around. “It’s so screwed up. He’s…shit, he’smarried.”
“You didn’t know that?”
