Page 15 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
He lowered his lips toward hers and slicked his tongue along the swell of her lower lip. “Brownie,” he said, leaving her breathless.
And kissless.
He lifted his chin and cocked his head, his brow furrowed. “Do you hear that?”
She made a conscious effort to separate the sounds of the city from the rush of desire throbbing through her, but it was impossible. “The traffic sounds?” she guessed.
“Not even close. Come on.” He took her hand and turned down the street instead of crossing, heading toward a crowd that was gathered in front of a theater. The sound of men singing the song “Sherry” came into focus. Brett swept her into his arms and began dancing.
“Brett,” she said with a laugh, falling into step with him.
He sang every word, changing Sherry to Sophie. They laughed and danced, and when the group started singing “Can’t Take My Eyes off You,” she took a step back, assuming they were done dancing. Brett had other ideas. He gathered her in his arms, pressing their bodies together as he gazed into her eyes, singing every word, though he changed the three he was allergic to, to I need you. The man was addictive, and surprising, and the feel of his strong arms and warm body made her heart race.
“Who are you?” she asked, only half teasing. She didn’t recognize this fun-loving, easygoing guy.
His gaze turned serious. “I’m the guy who’s going to ruin you for all other men.”
Holy. Cow.
When the song ended, Brett kept her close, swaying to a sensual beat all their own, lulling her deeper into him. She’d never met a man who didn’t need to fill the silence, but Brett filled it with a hundred unsaid words. He had a way of moving, of looking at her, that awakened something deep inside her, darker than desire and bigger than lust. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, and the longer he held her, the more alive it became, until she was sure the people around them could feel it billowing out around them.
Brett’s gaze never wavered from hers, and soon he was all she saw.
“What have you done to me, Sophie?” he whispered.
She swallowed hard, completely lost in him. “Nothing.”
“If by nothing you mean everything, then yeah. You’re right.” He threaded his fingers into her hair, his other hand pressed against her lower back the way he’d held her last night at the bar, igniting the flames that had been simmering inside her ever since. He brushed his lips over hers, then lifted his face, gazing into her eyes as if he were seeking her approval. A needy sound escaped before she could stop it.
His eyes smoldered as he said, “I want to kiss you.”
Yes. Her lips parted, but no words came.
“But once I get my mouth on you, I’m not going to want to stop.”
She went up on her toes, her heart hammering against her ribs, her courage hanging on by a thread, but the words fell freely. “Then you better not kiss me here.”
SOPHIE HAD NEVER run so fast in heels as she did on their way to her apartment. She arrived breathless and giddy, but as they waited for the elevator, a knot formed in her stomach. She’d expected a few stolen kisses on the way, but Brett hadn’t even tried. The man was a master at turning her on without words. Every seductive look seared through her, bringing his promise with it, Once I get my mouth on you, I’m not going to want to stop. She could hardly believe she was really going through with this, and no part of her wanted to put on the brakes, but that didn’t stop warning bells from sounding in her head. Including the one that reminded her that Brett had far more experience than she did. She’d never been particularly creative when it came to sex, although she wasn’t opposed to the idea of it. She just hadn’t been with men she wanted to be creative for.
When the elevator arrived, Brett’s hand on her back urged her inside. As the doors closed, he gently cupped her cheek, putting the tip of his thumb on her lower lip, tugging it down slightly, and holding it there. Good Lord, her entire body pushed forward, wanting more of him. His thumb slid to her chin, moving painfully slowly, erotically, down the center of her neck. She swallowed hard, earning a dark smile, as his thick thumb continued its descent down her breastbone, between her breasts, stopping at the edge of her plunging neckline. She was breathing so hard her body touched his with each inhalation.
