Page 32 of An Unexpected Home

“Fuck!” he swore.

“What?” she said and sat up on her elbows.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he said, defeated.

Why hadn’t he bought some the day she moved to fucking town.

“It’s a good thing then,” she pulled one out of her bra, “that I do.” She waved it in front of him.

“You carry condoms in your bra?” He reached for it.

“Only when Carly hands it to me on my way out the door.”

He’d have to remember to thank his cousin later.

While he rolled it on, he watched as she removed her bra, leaving her in only her panties. She went to push them down but he stopped her.

“Let me.”

He slid his hands up her legs and felt goosebumps appear. When he reached her panties he peeled them off just as slowly, taking his time and watching her face.

Finally naked, he slipped a finger through her wetness, barely dipping it inside her.

“Please,” she whispered. She was so wet and he knew she was ready. Kneeling between her legs, he guided himself into her, careful to go slow.

His eyes found hers and the look of pure bliss on her face had him pushing slowly all the way inside her.

“Oh God yes,” she moaned.

Afraid that nothing would ever feel as good as this moment, he just sat there, until she started to grind her body against his. And, if he’d thought that just being inside her was the best feeling, her moving was out of this world.

Her legs came up wrapping around his waist, forcing him deeper. “I need you, Brandon.”

Her words lit a fire inside him and he started moving. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Her noises and moans kept him going like that until her pants became louder and her legs locked around him to force him from pulling all the way out.

He could tell she was close, and thank God, because so was he. He bent to kiss her and her hands came around his back with her nails digging into his skin. She came fast and hard, pushing her heels hard into his legs for leverage. He was teetering on the edge and when she bit his bottom lip between her teeth, his control slipped. Pumping hard and fast, his release pummeled through him.

His body went lax, but not wanting to fall on top of her, he held himself up.

She had a smile on her lips and her eyes were closed.

“Hey,” he said, bending to give her a kiss.

Her eyes opened. “The next time I want to wait to do something...slap me. We could have been doing that for a week.”

He loved her sense of humor, and more, the fact that she still had one after everything she had been through in the last few years.

Slipping out of her, he dropped down beside her. “There’s a bright side to waiting though.”

Turning her head to the side, she stared at him. “What’s that?”

“Now we get to make up for lost time.”

“There is that.” She closed her eyes. “I’m so sleepy,” she mumbled.

He looked at the clock. It was only seven but he felt the same way. “Let’s just take a little nap,” he said and wrapped an arm around her.

She didn’t answer and her soft, steady breathing told him that she was already asleep. Rather than dissecting the fact that she was comfortable enough to fall asleep in his bed, he closed his eyes and followed suit.

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