Page 95 of An Unexpected Home

Loving the effect she had on him she continued on, adding more pressure each time. In just minutes, he pulled her up and before she could even breathe his mouth was covering hers. He was wild with passion, so much so that she could barely keep up.

“Goddamn,” he swore and turned her around so that her back was to him and her breasts were pressed up against the cool tile.

“Lift your arms,” he huskily whispered in her ear as he stroked a hand down over her ass.

She obliged, lifting both arms above her head and pressing her palms into the wall. Her breath was coming out fast, her mind racing with all the possibilities of what he was planning.

He pulled her hips just a little toward him, forcing her to arch her back.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, his fingers sliding between her legs and teasing her clit. “So fucking perfect.”

“So good,” she moaned out.

“It’s about to get even better,” she heard him say. He used one of his feet to widen hers and then she felt him open her with his fingers. She felt the tip of him at her opening and then, in one forceful movement he was inside her.

“Ahh!” she shouted but not from the force or pain. From pure joy. The feeling of him inside her was almost better than anything else she could think of.

He started moving, her arms pushing a little more against the tile every time he pounded into her. She arched her back even further, forcing him deeper and making her moan his name.

She felt his fingers tease her clit from the front and her body began to shake. She was already so worked up that she knew her orgasm was going to come fast and fierce.

And from the feel of him, he was going to be right behind her. His pace quickened, his strokes getting shorter and shorter. Her body gave in and let go, a shout coming from her mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned and pushed into her one more time, holding himself tight against her as his release filled her.

She relaxed and stood, his cock sliding from her as she did so. “Holy shit,” she turned to face him. “Why haven’t we done that before.”

He laughed. “I was just wondering the same thing.”

After they washed up and got dressed, she made a quick dinner before he had to go to the station. During their meal he said, “Something happened last night with the case.”

Her eyes widened. “Something bad?”

“Yes and no. He broke into several houses in Woodridge and the only thing that was taken was insulin.”

“Was anyone hurt?” She dropped her fork. Eating was suddenly the last thing on her mind.

“No,” he said reverently. “Everyone was fine.”

She looked down at the table. “So he’s still out there and now he is breaking into people's homes. He’s getting bolder,” she said and looked up at him.

“Seems like.”

She took a deep breath. “What do we do?”

“We don’t do anything,” he said, taking her hand. “You are going to stay safe and continue to not be alone. I am going to do everything humanly possible to find this guy.”

She hated that she was afraid and hated even more that her past was tainting her new home, but she knew that Brandon was right. “All right,” she acquiesced. “What about tonight?” she asked. “With you at work, should I stay here or go to Carly’s?”

“My house is completely safe, so it’s really your choice.”

She thought about it. “I could go there and get my stuff packed up to bring here. Then I can have some time with Carly and Mel.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I will drop you off on the way to work.”

And that’s what he did. Neither Carly or Mel was home yet from the studio but Logan was there as usual.

Brandon left her but not before kissing her so deeply that she was completely breathless when he left.

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