Page 43 of Branded
I was going to start chafing.
I didn’t give a fuck.
Not after hearing her breathy moans on the phone, my name on her tongue.
Kailey had done that.
With me on the phone—which, okay, had been an accident, because she’d confessed later that she’d been trying to end the call, not pick it up. But I’d take that accident and imprint it on my soul.
Never forgetting that.
Ever.
And now I was definitely going to find a way to use that toy on her, to see her shatter as she came with it.
Now I was going to find a way to get her to come on my tongue, to watch her face as she fell apart and?—
“Were you…” A pause that yanked me out of my thoughts. “Were you going to come in?”
I was going to come inside her and?—
Fuck, man.
Pull it together.
I’d slept with plenty of women. This wasn’t the time to stomp forward like an elephant in an antique store, rattling the wares and knocking shit over. This was finessing the forward momentum and?—
Fuck.
What did I know about finesse?
I was brute force and no filter.
Which was probably why I jerked my head up, saw those gorgeous green eyes locked on me, the pink on her cheeks, and asked, “Do you blush like that when you come, too?”
Her mouth fell open.
That blush went from zero to seven million.
The pencil she’d been holding dropped to the desk.
I strolled in, crossing to her, wondering what she’d do next. Tell me—probably rightfully—to get the fuck out. Invite me to come closer and demonstrate her ability to come (oh, please, God, let it be the second).
Her lips parted?—
I braced, waiting.
“What’s in the bag?”
I froze for a minute, my dirty mind already well down the path of her demanding I slam the door and telling me to get on my knees between her legs. Then I managed to reverse slightly, enough to process the question, remember the bag, and… “Here.” I thrust it at her. “I…” Now my cheeks actually felt a little hot, though thankfully, my beard mostly covered them. “I got this for you after last night.”
More pink flaring.
But, to her credit, she didn’t back down.
Just grabbed the bag, opened it, and…
“You’re such an ass.”
