Chapter 15
“We’ll be alone tonight,” Brian said as he unlocked the front door to his house.
“I guess Javan is still out with Yasmine.” I tried to hide the nervousness in my voice.
“He’s got several women he deals with. I don’t keep up with him.”
The door closed behind us. I followed him through the foyer to the living room. He looked around the room apparently making sure everything was in order. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No thanks. I ate too much at your parents’ house. I’ll be full until next week.” I sat my purse down on the sofa and studied the room.
It surprised me that a house shared by two men was so clean. I didn’t know what to expect, especially after seeing the way he usually kept his truck.
Brian walked over to a shelf containing the largest CD collection I’d ever seen. He ran his hand over the black wooden cabinet before looking up at me in satisfaction.
“Wow. How many CDs do you have?”
“At last count, 262.” He laughed. “I’ve been collecting since I was in middle school. All of this represents every genre of music I play and artist I admire. My iPod has pretty much every one of these discs and more.”
“Amazing.” I joined him at the cabinet and studied the titles.
He angled his head and watched me. I sensed his gaze and immediately thought of the kiss we’d shared at his parents’ house. He was showing remarkable restraint for a man who’d been close to ripping my clothes off.
“See anything you like?”
I glanced over at him and saw the mischievous twinkle. His question was an obvious double entendre.
“Yes.” I selected a disk and held it up for his approval.
“Sade, old school, cool.”
“Do you have a CD player in your room?”
He answered with a devilish grin and extended his hand. We walked down a hallway past the kitchen and a door I assumed led to his roommate’s bedroom. Brian’s room was just as neat as the living room. A full-sized bed with blood red sheets was in the center below a set of windows. A desk with a laptop sat on one side, while a guitar and several smaller instruments were in the corner.
Brian closed the door and walked to the CD player on the nightstand. The sexy, sultry music was an instant aphrodisiac.
He sat at the edge of his bed, sinful desire in his cerulean eyes. “Come here.”
I walked over to him and stood between his legs. He ran his eyes over my body, starting with my legs and stopping at my mouth. My legs went weak as his hands slid from the back of my knees, over my hips, and gripped my waist. He guided me down so that I straddled his lap, putting his mouth in line with my throat.
“You have no idea how bad I want you,” he murmured as his lips grazed the side of my throat.
He had no idea how bad I wanted him. I slipped my fingers into the nape of his curly hair and held him as our lips met and mated. Neither of us wasted time. He greedily gripped the edge of my shirt, slipped it over my head, and lowered his mouth to the top of my breast, his tongue gliding over me. He pulled the cups of my bra down, and his hot mouth latched onto a hardened nipple. I arched and my head fell back. The bra hit the floor.
I moaned his name when he cupped my breasts, kneading them gently as his mouth found mine again. All sense of coherent thought left me. I rocked my hips against him, feeling his hardened flesh pushing against his jeans and between my thighs. I wanted him out, naked, and inside of me. Now.
I slipped my fingers between us and quickly unfastened the buttons of his shirt. Of all days to decide to wear one of these. Why couldn’t he have on a pullover like always? A quick tug would have had his chest available to me in seconds. Now I had to work for it.
Buttons free, I forced the material over his shoulders and down to his wrists. He released me to help remove the shirt. In our haste, his wrists got tangled up. I bit my lip as I looked down at him. His eyes were the most intense shade of blue I’d ever seen. His mouth parted expectantly. His lips were swollen and pink from the way I’d sucked them. I wanted to own him. Every…last…inch.
A deep chuckle came from his throat. “What are you doing?” He tried to free his wrist.
“Don’t worry, I promise you’ll like it.” I smiled wickedly as I fisted the makeshift handcuffs, trapping his hands on the bed.
I nibbled, lapped, and sucked my way to his throat while Brian groaned.
He smelled so good, so male. Barbeque and beer mixed with his musky cologne that held a hint of sweetness. His scent had driven me crazy all night. I took my time to savor every detail of his bronzed flesh, tasting every inch I could reach. But it wasn’t enough. I lifted my head from his chest and teased him with my tongue, evading his mouth as he tried to capture mine.
He panted beneath me, his chest heaved in and out, but his eyes, those crystal blue orbs stayed on me. I was driving him crazy, and my time to be in control was running out. I was sure the moment his wrist were free, he would take me down and return the favor.
Perfect, because that was exactly what I wanted.
I slid off his lap, down to the floor, and placed myself between his parted thighs. I went for his belt buckle and worked quickly to free him from his jeans. Brian’s body shifted. A quick peek showed him struggling to undo the twisted knot of his shirt.
Pants undone, I slipped my hand in, seized my prize, and stroked.
“Shit…” he bit out, his body bucked.
I let out a naughty laugh.
Free at last, Brian gripped my wrist. “Can’t have too much of that just yet.”
He held firm while leaning down, capturing and forcing his way into my mouth. He pulled my hands around his neck, lifted me from the floor, and dropped me down onto the bed. The sudden change of position and the bounce on the mattress forced out a seductive laugh. I felt so alive, so sexy and─
Oh. My. God. He was gorgeous.
Brian stood at the edge of the bed and finished the job I started. With a solid thump, his jeans hit the floor. My eyes traveled over the newly exposed flesh. Damn…
His body was more than I’d expected. His torso and legs were long and a well-toned set of muscles led down from his chest to his groin. Nearly every part of him was tan. His legs, his thighs…even his…
I’d never suspected him of using a tanning bed, but somehow he managed to have his entire body continue to be exactly the same shade. I had imagined a part of him being lighter than the rest because of his time spent working in the summer sun.
I moved to sit up but stopped when he shook his head.
“I want you to lay there. Don’t move.” He licked his lips and walked backward toward his dresser. He bumped into it and turned to dig into a drawer. He returned, holding a box of condoms and tossed it lightly onto the bed.
He studied me momentarily before dropping down to his knees, making himself at home between my legs. Leaning on my elbows, I sat up and looked down the length of my body. Brian smiled wickedly, leaned forward, and kissed my stomach. Slow, methodical kisses traveled to my navel. He dipped his tongue in and made me giggle.
The sight and sensation of him between my thighs made me ache to be free of the rest of my clothes. Brian stopped me when I went to grab the zipper of my shorts. He gripped my wrists and held them firm against the bed. He dipped his head lower on my body, kissing the exposed skin of my thighs, and glided his tongue down to my knees. He lifted my leg to his shoulder and continued to tease with fingertips and mouth. I reached for him, but he was just out of range.
He stopped long enough to remove my shoes and socks before repeating the delicious agony on my other leg. Both now rested on his shoulders.
“Brian,” I begged. My legs were like rubber and vibrated with want, need, and desire so much I could not regain control.
“I want you ready for me. The moment I get you naked, I’m going to get inside you. But not until you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, I’m re
ady…” I wiggled my hips and tried my best to push up against him.
He was good. No matter how much I tried to sit up or lean forward, he remained just out of reach. I was about to go mad.
He lifted an eyebrow and removed his hands. The only contact came from my legs resting on his shoulders.
Seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes seemed like hours.
“God, Brian, please…”
Finally, he reached for the clasp of my shorts and pulled them down. But damn it, my panties were still on.
“Leave them,” he said huskily, dropping my shorts on the floor. His mouth went to my knees. His hands slid mercilessly up the inside of my thighs and parted them.
I watched as his lips followed. I could no longer see his eyes, only the top of his head, but man, could I feel. His breath was ragged, his mouth hot. At last, he came within my reach. I slipped my fingers in his hair and held on tight while he worked his way up my body.
And then his fingers, his large, firm fingers found me and stroked. He teased with his thumb. I arched off the bed and dug my fingers into the tangle of his hair.
I wanted his mouth there instead. But no, he sat up and watched me as he played my body like his guitar.
Our eyes connected, and I fought to breathe. My mouth gaped open, inhaling his scent. The moment he slipped a finger under the lace of my panties, I flew into ecstasy. My body tense, I cried out his name.
He wasted no time, quickly removed the final barrier between us, and covered himself. The weight of his body on mine when he slipped inside was beyond anything I imagined. He filled me, every inch, and moved slowly, as if searching for the perfect rhythm.
“Yes…yes…yes…”
“Is this what you want?” His voice was deep in my ear, his breath labored as he moved inside me.
Unable to speak again, I answered him by tightening my legs on the backs of his thighs and pushed my hips up to meet him. He groaned in response to the added friction of our bodies as they danced in unison. My fingers were still in his hair, so I directed his lips back to mine and invaded his mouth with my tongue just as he invaded me.
Time no longer mattered. Our differences didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that we were two bodies moving with the same desire.
Brian pulled back, braced on his elbows, and looked deep into my eyes. His mouth open, his face contorted with pleasure, his biceps taunt and straining from his obvious control. I had no idea how long we stayed that way. I just knew that it felt so good. He slowed our rhythm and lowered his mouth to me. And when we kissed, it was slow and hot. It was question and demands all wrapped into one. I moaned and let him take everything I had to give.
He released my lips and dropped his head onto my shoulder. With one hand, he balanced his weight, obviously not wanting to crush me, but I didn’t care. He slipped his hand past my hip and to my thigh, lifting it high on his waist. The change in angle was mind-blowing. And this time, when he moved, it wasn’t slow.
“I want you to come,” he said, his voice hoarse.
He released my leg and reached for my bottom, lifting me off the bed and pounded into me.
Tears of ecstasy leaked from the corners of my eyes as I held on for the ride.
I tried my best to meet him stroke for stroke until my body tensed, clamping down on the point where we were connected, and let go. All breathing stopped, all thinking ceased. I could feel him deep inside of me and hear his breath catch as he followed my release and let loose something that sounded like a growl as he collapsed on top of me.
My heart raced. The ability to breathe came back. The ability to see beyond the flashing white lights behind my eyes remained impossible.
Weakened, my arms and legs fell free from his body like rubber. I hadn’t felt this good in more than just months. I hadn’t felt this good…ever.
There was more going on here. I could feel it in the way we’d made love. I could see it in his eyes when he’d watched me.
Oh, shit.