Page 36 of An Unexpected Home

She pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, what do I get in return?”

“You get the gift of being with me for an extra five minutes.”

“Yeah,” she shook her head side-to-side, “I don’t really think that’s worth it.”

Removing her coffee from her hand, he sat both their mugs on the counter. “Ya know, for some reason your mouth and the things that come out of it, make me hot.”

He was right on top of her now, their bodies touching. “It does huh.” She cocked her head to the side.

He gripped her ass with one hand and tugged her firmly into his body. His other hand held her face, his thumb moving back and forth against her bottom lip. “You say you’re just starting to find yourself, but I think you already know who you are. You just needed to be unlocked and let out.”

At his words she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked his thumb. Desire flared once again in his eyes.

“I need you,” she said boldly, letting her true self make her choices.

His mouth came down hard on hers in a kiss that was somehow demanding yet sensual. He navigated her backward, never breaking the kiss before finally sitting himself down on the couch and pulling her on top of him.

She was only wearing a shirt, no underwear or pants, so her center came in direct contact with his hard and waiting cock. She was grinding back and forth when he cursed.

“Fuck.”

“What?” she stilled her movements.

“We don’t have any condoms.”

“Oh.” Her face fell. She had forgotten. Why hadn’t she taken more than one when Carly was shoving them at her yesterday.

“No worries,” he said, lifting her up and laying her down on the couch, him between her legs. His shirt, which came to mid-thigh on her, was pushed up past her belly button. One of his hands caressed her bare hip, ever so slowly moving in and down. Soon his hand was between her legs stroking her. It was torture.

Pure, glorious, torture.

“So fucking wet.” He slipped a finger inside, her body clenching around it.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to drown out some of the emotions she was feeling. When she watched him, all she wanted was him. But maybe by not looking at him, she could control the downward spiral of her feelings.

With her eyes shut though, all she could do was feel. And the feelings were off the freaking chart. When he moved his shoulders between her legs, she knew that he was ready to put his mouth on her.

And that image, his head between her legs, almost had her coming.

Maybe closing her eyes had been a bad idea.

His tongue touched her clit and she about shot off the couch.

“Oh God,” she moaned and opened her legs wider, one dropping off the couch.

Brandon lapped at her with his tongue like she was ice cream on a hundred-degree day. His pace was fast and furious, and when he added his finger, her hips lifted of their own accord.

She writhed below him, a string of incoherent words coming from her mouth when her orgasm rushed through her.

Breathing hard, she pressed both hands to the sides of her head, trying to coax herself back to reality.

Her eyes opened and she saw him sit up, his mouth glistening with the evidence of her orgasm.

“That was...” She had no words.

“The best thing ever,” he finished for her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and lifted her leg to lay flat against his lap.

Too spent to move, she said, “Did you take a class or something?”

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