Page 20 of Chasing the Fall

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” His voice is gruff.

Leaning down, he suckles one breast through my bra, tugging my nipple into the heat of his mouth.

I arch against him as a moan of pleasure and need escapes my lips. I wind my fingers in his hair and hold on, pressing him to me as his hands wrap around me to unclasp my bra. He releases my nipple just long enough to rip the strip of fabric away from my body.

One of my hands stays tangled in his hair while the other explores the long lines and thick muscles of his shoulders. Weshouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t want to stop. Nothing has ever felt so good. His hands slide down my sides again, leaving a trail of warmth and electricity in their wake. When he gets to my leggings, he pulls them over my hips and then pauses.

I should stop this. I should stop him…at the very least, I should tell him…But no. When he looks up at me with his intense eyes, my mouth goes dry, and the only thing I can see is my own lust and determination reflected back at me.

I give a small nod, the tacit agreement echoing between us.

With one hand on the small of my back, he presses me to him and lifts me up so he can slide my leggings over my ass, taking my panties with them. He yanks them down and over my feet, and only then does he allow his gaze to settle on my core.

“Liar.” He smirks as his hands run over my bare pussy lips, spreading them with his index and ring finger. I am practically shaking with need as his middle finger slides through my slit, feeling the evidence of how incredibly turned on he’s made me, and circles my clit.

A jolt of pure pleasure shoots from my core up my spine and makes me a little light-headed.

With his other hand, Bran grabs my hair and pulls me into another deep, filthy kiss, his tongue plunging between my teeth and claiming my lips as he circles my clit with just the tip of his finger.

My thighs start to tremble around his hips as more and more pressure builds in my core. Bran breaks our kiss and moves to my neck, kissing and biting his way down the column of my throat and then back to my breasts. He lavishes them both with his tongue, laving and sucking at my nipples before kissing his way down my body.

His finger never stops, not until he pulls away from me and replaces his finger with the tip of his tongue. My body jerks in surprise, and his hands go to my hips, holding me in place while he does things with his mouth that I had no idea men actually did.

Especially ones like Bran. A tough guy. The enforcer, unconcerned with shades of gray or a woman’s pleasure.

He always struck me as the kind of man who would put a woman on her knees to suck him off before fucking her into oblivion. He’s strong and powerful but to see his head bent between my thighs, to feel his mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking in a way that betrays his utter devotion to my experience… A feeling like power roars through me, mixed with surprised recognition.

Maybe there’s more to him that I’ve ever guessed at.

“Bran, please,” I whine, my hips rocking.

I need more. A feeling is building low in my belly, tension coiling like a spring.

Bran adds a finger to his tongue, sliding it into me and curling it upward against my inner walls. “Come,” he demands, and mybody obeys, as if that was the signal it had been awaiting. I can’t stop it even if I wanted to, and I don’t. He keeps licking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I scream out his name.

When I come back to earth, Bran is standing before me, arrogantly proud of himself if the expression on his face is anything to go by. I make a face at him. “Not half bad,” I mutter.

Ten

Bran

Straightening from the mostintoxicating thing I’ve ever tasted, I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and survey the beauty laid out before me.

That was unexpected.I take a moment to take stock. Am I sorry it happened?Hell, no.Do I want more?

A little smile curls my lips.

Fuck, yeah. I want it all.

The look on her face challenges me, a mixture of wariness and satisfaction and nerves. “Not half bad,” she snarks, but the words tremble between us.

Yeah, whatever.

Without reply, I grab hold of Tally, pulling her into a seated position on the counter and then into my arms. I pull her legs around my waist and kiss her, deep and open-mouthed, wanting her to taste herself on my lips, sweet and acidic and uniquely her.

She moans into my mouth, her tongue twisting with mine, and my brain goes blank. The only word that takes shape ismine.

Tallulah Gentry is mine.It’s a disconcerting, novel idea. I’ve never had such an immediate, visceral reaction before, never had the fundamental certainty that I was meant to be with any specific person. I take a moment to explore its basic truth, take it apart and put it back together, savor its rightness.

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