Page 18 of An Unexpected Home

Chapter 5

What had she been thinking? Who the hell asks a person they don’t even know to have sex? And what’s worse, have that person turn them down?

She was a fool of the highest order.

Walking as fast as her feet would take her, she rushed back to the studio where she’d left her car. Carly and Melanie had each cut out for the day and instead of going home like a normal person, she’d felt like she had to go visit Brandon and ask for sex.

Why, oh why was she letting her vagina do her thinking all of a sudden? Maybe because two years without sex was a long time or maybe because for her entire active sex life she had never felt the way that Brandon made her feel. A slight touch of his hand turned her on more than all the sex she’d ever had. She could only imagine what would happen if that hand, or – and she was hoping here – something bigger touched her other parts.

His other parts were what she needed to stop thinking about. Finally, to her car, she jumped inside and drove the almost mile home.

It was funny how quickly she was starting to think of Carly and Melanie’s house as her home. Parking next to Melanie’s car she hopped out and made her way to the porch. But before she could open the front door, she heard a car pull up. Turning her head, she saw the car barely come to a stop before Brandon stepped out and slammed the door.

She wanted to run and hide. Maybe lock herself in her room and shield herself with the covers on her bed. But first, she’d have to stop looking at him. Stop watching the way he swaggered up the yard and onto the porch. Stop wishing he would slam her against the door and kiss the daylights out of her.

And this was the problem.

He was standing right in front of her now, no more than a foot separating their bodies. He still wore his sunglasses so reading his facial expression was out.

“What do you want, Brandon?” It came out harsher than she’d wanted.

“First, I want you to stop fucking leaving my office like the building’s on fire.”

She raised an eyebrow at his demanding tone. “I will leave your office however I want and it doesn’t matter because I won’t be coming there again.” Where had the snotty tone come from? That was how her mom talked, not her.

“Second,” he seemed to ignore her comment completely, “don’t you know it’s unsafe to just ask a guy you just met for sex? I could be a maniac for all you know.”

“Because they let maniacs be the chief of police,” she countered.

At her comment he practically ripped off his sunglasses and she could see the fire brewing in his eyes. “That mouth. That goddamn fucking mouth,” he said.

Seconds ticked by and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to shove him off the porch or jump on his body. She opened her mouth, to say what she had no idea, but he stopped her.

“Don’t,” he said. “Just don’t say anything.”

She did as he asked, for no reason that she could explain, but gave him a questioning look with her eyes.

“If you speak, if even one word comes out of your mouth, I’m going to be forced to shut you up the only way I know how.”

Heat flared from him and his voice was low. But instead of threatening it came out as more of a promise. A promise that she wanted him to keep.

“How?” she whispered hoping that she already knew the answer.

His hand gripped her around her waist and at his touch she moaned. The moan was quickly swallowed up by his mouth. His hot, menacing mouth. The kiss was out of control right from the second his lips touched hers. Needing something to hold onto, she gripped his hair with both hands, fusing his mouth tighter to hers. He was so tall, and her so short, that he was bent at the waist making it so their bodies weren’t fully touching. That was probably a good thing though considering the way they were kissing.

“Fuck.” He ripped his mouth from hers but didn’t let go of her.

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