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After I stroked her down from the climax, I sat back, looked up at her and licked my lips. “Somehow you managed to taste even better than I imagined.”
Leah leaned forward and fisted my shirt, bringing her mouth millimeters from mine. “You definitely lived up to the name, Golden Boy.”
I chuckled and nudged my nose against hers. “Oh, sweetheart, that was just the opening act. There is so,somuch more I have in mind for you.”
As her mouth fell open in a soft little gasp, I took advantage and claimed it. I wanted to delude myself into thinking that I was slowly but surely marking every inch of Leah as mine, but the reality was she was quickly collecting every part of me and slapping her name across it. My mind, my body and, far sooner than I’d ever anticipated, my heart.
Chapter Nine
Leah
My toes and fingertips still tingled from the force of my release as we sat at my kitchen table eating the pasta Brendan had reheated in my microwave. More than the orgasm itself, it was everything he did after, from asking me where my bathrobe was to wrapping me in it and cocooning me in his embrace, despite the fact that he was pretty obviously in need of satisfaction for himself, something that made it impossible for me not to compare Brendan to Aaron. The man I had been planning to marry the year before most definitely wasn’t the touchy-feely type, especially not after sex. And even though I hadn’t really liked it, I’d made myself believe it was okay.
I’d been a damn fool for far too long.
“What’s the catch?” I twirled the linguine with Portobello cream sauce on my fork and shoved a larger-than-normal bite into my mouth.
He arched a brow as he speared a piece of grilled chicken. “What do you mean?”
I gestured to the table and myself. “You give me a mind-blowing climax then wrap me up in my fluffy robe and feed me comfort food. Nothing in the world could possibly be this good. There has to be a catch.”
Brendan cleaned sauce from his mouth with a napkin then reached over to clasp my hand. “There is. The catch is that I want to do this tomorrow night…and the night after and maybe the night after that.” He leaned toward me, the truth of his words etched in the earnest expression on his face. “I don’t know exactly where this will all lead, but I know you’re special, and I know for damn sure I want you in my life in every way possible—in my office, in my bed, in my arms.”
Narrowing my gaze I gave him a faux glare, tempering it with a smirk. “Myoffice. You’re just the guest.”
“Absolutely.” He nodded then dropped his hand to the knotted belt at my waist, yanking it apart. “I think I’m ready for dessert. How about you?” He flicked open one side of the bathrobe, exposing one of my breasts. A shiver ran through me, more from the hungry look in his eyes as he devoured me with his stare than the air in the kitchen.
I sucked in a breath as his fingers explored the exposed skin and ventured beneath the remaining terrycloth partially covering me. “I do have a box of gourmet chocolate that was just delivered if you are looking for something sweet.”
His mouth twitched. “Yes, from your secret admirer. I certainly didn’t forget. But don’t worry, I’m already looking at something far sweeter.”
I bit my lower lip and reached for the top button of his shirt. “I feel like you’re slightly overdressed.”
Brendan stood, and before my brain could register what he was doing, he picked me up from my chair and set me on the table, wedging himself between my legs. I barely managed to push our nearly empty plates out of the way before we created a disaster. “You wanna help me with that issue, Chief?”
I nodded and made quick work of the cufflinks, pushing the material off his shoulders and finally getting to feast on a shirtless Brendan. There were definite hints of his finely sculpted muscles when clothed, but it didn’t do justice to the reality. He didn’t sport the overly bulging form of a bodybuilder, but his arms spoke of his strength, and his abdomen showed off a defined six-pack.
He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth to his. “You’re like a damn drug, Leah. I’m hopelessly addicted and can’t even fathom ever having enough of you.” He kissed me passionately then moved his lips along the edge of my jaw. “Every new thing I experience with you doesn’t manage to satiate me. It just makes me greedy for more.”
His words were equally as responsible for my undoing as his actions and left me speechless, which was a wholly new experience for me. He made a blazing trail down my neck to my chest, lavishing attention on my heavy breasts, cupping one and stroking his thumb across the nipple while he sucked on the other side, sending a rush of blood to the tiny pebbles and stoking the fire he’d so recently quenched. Brendan moved one hand behind me to support my spine as he made his way farther south.
I gripped his head and pulled it back up until we were face to face. “Please tell me that you have condoms, because I need you inside me…now.”
He chuckled and reached in the back pocket to pull out his wallet as I unfastened his belt. He pulled out a foil packet and held it between his index and middle fingers. “Sadly, I only have one.”
I pushed his pants and boxers down, involuntarily licking my lips as the evidence of his arousal stood at attention, nearly perfectly in line with the center of my need. “I guess you better remedy that issue before tomorrow if you’re planning a repeat performance.”
Brendan opened the square and sheathed himself. “Oh, sweetheart, weren’t you paying attention?” He moved forward, grasping his shaft with one hand and using the latex-covered tip to tease the sensitive nub that he’d so recently satisfied with his mouth. “This is just the beginning. The introduction.” He leaned his head down, whispering close to my ear. “Just because I’m going to bury myself as deep as possible inside you doesn’t mean this particular performance is anywhere near done.”
With that, he thrust into me, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, holding on tight as my wet heat easily welcomed him inside. “I have so many ideas on ways to pleasure every single inch of your body.” He pulled back then pumped into me again, slightly harder than before, somehow discovering erogenous zones I never knew existed. “One night is nowhere near enough, Leah—not for either of us.”
As the coil of mounting pleasure tightened inside me, words became harder to form in my mind, much less actually verbalize, but he was right. One night, one week, one month… I couldn’t bring myself to believe that any of it would be enough.
He reached between our bodies and tapped on the little bundle of nerves. It was all I needed to send me back into the euphoric stratosphere he’d sent me to less than an hour before. My mind swam in a sea of overwhelming pleasure, and I anchored myself to him, trying to focus on the rhythmic motion of his body entering mine to keep me from passing out.
Brendan’s breathing shallowed to match mine. “Do you have any idea how damn beautiful you are when you let go and scream for me while you climax?” He dug his fingers into my hips as he picked up his pace. “So. Damn. Beautiful.”
Moisture collected in the corners of my eyes. Every syllable he spoke was equally as tender and kind as it was erotic. He hitched my legs higher around his waist and gently nudged me to lean back, bracing my hands on the table behind me.
