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Noelle reached out to him, taking his hand. “You’re a soldier. Scars are part of your history, part of what made you a man. I’m not searching for perfection, Brandon. I just want you.”
His eyes softened, and his demeanor relaxed once more. “I don’t want to just have sex with you, Noelle. I want to make love to every single part of you—your mind and body. I don’t wantperfection either. It would be boring. I want to be with a woman that was courageous enough to live. I want you.”
Her body believed him before her mind could process his words, and she breached the gap between them, pulling him down for a kiss. Tenderness burst into flame, replaced by deep hunger as Brandon abandoned her mouth to trail his mouth down her throat. His beard scratched the tender skin, which he immediately soothed with wet lips.
Noelle held onto his shoulders, but she soon started working on his shirt’s first buttons. Brandon stepped back and removed his top without a word, throwing it on the floor before returning to the spot that she’d started to crave.
His body heat spiked, and although she could only reach his shoulders, Noelle reveled in touching him. Brandon nipped at her shoulders before resuming a path that led to her cleavage. One finger, then another slid under her top, reaching the feverish skin underneath.
“Take it off, please.” Her hoarse order was immediately acknowledged by Brandon, who slipped it off. Now standing in her bra, the man buried himself between her globes with a sigh of satisfaction that made her giggle. He kissed her collarbone before lifting his head.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“I didn’t think you were a breast man.”
“I’m a Noelle kind of man. And I can’t get enough of you… if you ever get rid of your clothes, that is.”
Without waiting for a reply, he unfastened his pants and removed every remaining stitch of clothing. He stood naked in front of her, sporting a pulsing erection, and Noelle thought her blood had turned into lava. Her thighs pressed together as tingles made her restless. When she stepped forward to reach for him, Brandon stepped back, shaking his head. “When you touch him, you need to be naked too.”
When she hesitated, Brandon took himself in hand and stroked himself. “Will you leave me in the cold, my goddess Noelle?”
The sight was mesmerizing. The buzzing in her ears and the fire in her body overtook any remnants of fear or self-consciousness as she dropped what was still covering her body until she stood naked before him.
It was impossible to look away from the man who made her feel so restless and wanton, who was pleasuring himself as his eyes burned a path of fire over her skin. Her hand reached for him, and he let her wrap her fingers around his girth. The moan that came from his mouth was like a man about to drown. “You have five seconds of fun because I won’t last much longer with you touching me.God.”
Fisting her hand, she appreciated the power she held over him, the pleasure she was giving him, but as he’d warned her, it only lasted a couple of seconds. He tensed and twisted, releasing himself from her grasp before scooping her into his arms.
“You’re lethal, woman. And for that reason, we require a bed.”
Noelle felt light in his arms as he moved swiftly to her bedroom. But his chivalry ended when he dropped her to the bed. Still bouncing, she had no time to recover before Brandon grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. “I’m about to experience a dream of mine.”
Noelle only realized what he was about to do when he fell to his knees. The heat made her blush, but again, he had the skill to make her forget about anything else but what they shared.
His mouth was heaven as his tongue lapped languorously at her folds before kissing the inside of her thigh. Again and again, he teased, circling her clit without stroking it. Her hips tried to intensify the friction, her hands reaching for his head to bring him closer, but Noelle was reminded she wasn’t the strongest person in the room.
Being overpowered like that was an unexpected aphrodisiac. It forced her mind to remain blank by relinquishing control, forced her to focus on her body and the sensations he was bombarding her with.
“You taste like that coffee, sweet and spicy, and so addictive. I love how you wriggle under my touch, how your voice is growing hoarse.”
Swallowing hard, Noelle wasn’t against begging. “It’s because you’re torturing me.”
“Me? Torturing you?” His voice sounded innocent, but the look on his face was wicked. As he spoke, she felt two fingers slowly drawing the contours of her entrance, smearing her arousal more and more. “I would never want to torture you. I guess I need to change my tactics, don’t I?”
His lips closed around her clit, and when he started sucking, her hips left the bed. “Brandon!”
The only answer she got was a low rumble against her sensitized tissue. Relentless, he worked double-time to make her explode, and just as she was about to beg for mercy, all contact disappeared.
Out of breath, her fingers clawed at the bedspread to lift herself when she saw Brandon sheathing himself with protection before grabbing her legs again. “I’m sorry, but I can’t resist any longer.” And on that admission, he slowly pushed himself inside her, a long and firm stroke. After letting out a primitive growl that filled the space, he returned to himself. “I promise to worship your body as it should, but now…”
Noelle didn’t want slow or soft. She was past that point. “Move, Brandon! Just move. I’m begging you to make me come!”
Her voice sounded so foreign in her ears, but she must have said the right thing as Brandon started sliding inside her with an increasing pace. As he towered over her offered body, she relished the mounting pleasure, and wanting to heightenhis visual stimulation, cupped her ample breasts. His stance changed at that moment, his eyes devouring her, turning his handsome face feral.
Eyes locked, she teased her nipples, and the effect was immediate when he pounded inside her with added force, making her moan in return.
While he appeared to be lost in his pleasure, she discovered it was quite the opposite when his right hand caressed her inner thigh, sliding toward her apex, his fingers stimulating her sensitive nub.
Noelle cried out as her body seized in a sudden orgasm, tearing through her in a mix of pleasure and relief. When a shout from Brandon echoed her own, and his strokes turned erratic, Noelle forced herself to look at the man giving her such pleasure. What she saw was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen: a man lost in the throes of orgasm.
