Page 36 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Laughter filled his perfectly timed pause.
“Seriously, though. Everyone else in here likes sex, and you two…don’t? Oh man, I think I get it now.” The comedian crouched before them and lowered his voice. “Little Johnny’s got problems? He’s not always in the game?”
A hushed laugh rolled through the crowed. Sophie’s eyes widened as she pressed her lips together, stifling a laugh.
“Ouch, man. I’m sorry. I hit a sore spot.”
Brett’s hands fisted. It would not be cool for him to deck the guy in his clients’ venue. He focused on Sophie and the if-he-only-knew look in her eyes. Her tongue slicked across her lower lip, heat sparking in her eyes. Oh, baby, you are so much smarter than me. He didn’t need to deck the guy to make his point, and his sexy girl knew it. He slowly threaded his finger into her hair. Neither one of them blinked, and when he pulled her mouth to his, everything else faded to black. She met every greedy stroke of his tongue with one of her own, unleashing all the emotions of the last couple of days—last couple of years. He took the kiss deeper, wanting to taste all of her, to wash away the fear that had crashed over him earlier when she’d said she couldn’t be with him. Then her hands were on his face, holding his mouth to hers, and he hauled her closer. She was soft and eager. Pleasure radiated through his limbs, and his thoughts fragmented. He angled her mouth beneath his, intensifying the kiss, and she made one of her sinful noises, slowing him down just enough to register the crowd cheering and clapping.
Fuck.
He’d lost track of where they were. He forced himself to break their connection, but his eyes remained locked on Sophie, captivated by the raw emotions staring back at him. The comedian said something, and all around them laughter erupted, but Brett and Sophie were in a space and time all their own. Their synergy was hotter and darker than anything he’d ever known, and he wasn’t about to let it fade.
He took Sophie’s hand and drew her to her feet. She was grinning and laughing as the comedian said something about there not being any problem with the goods tonight.
Sophie went up on her toes, placed her free hand on his cheek, and said, “Kiss me,” in that pleading voice Brett couldn’t resist. As their mouths came together, more cheers rang out. They both laughed into the kiss as they stumbled through the curtains toward the back door.
Twenty minutes and one steamy cab ride later they were still making out, kissing their way out of the elevator in her apartment building. They barely made it into her apartment before their clothing went flying through the air. Brett tore open the bag on the table by the door and quickly sheathed his raging erection, while Sophie fondled his balls with a hungry look in her eyes.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled as he lifted her into his arms and she sank down on his shaft, righting every upended thing inside him.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
Christ, her words, her voice, her mouth had the most devastating effect on him. His insides softened, while his cock throbbed to painful proportions. Even being buried deep inside her wasn’t enough. He needed to feel more of her, all of her. He carried her into the bedroom, stripped down the covers, and lowered them both to the mattress. His body sank into hers. Their legs, their chests, and all their parts in between became one as their kisses turned fierce. When they were close his world felt right, his demons remained at bay, her sweetness filled all the empty spaces inside him, and his ability to think whirled away as she shattered around him. Her sex pulsed and clenched as she moaned into his mouth, and he followed her over the edge, catapulting into a world of explosive sensations.
When their mouths parted, they were both barely breathing, but the pull was too strong, and his lips found hers again in a series of intoxicating kisses. He didn’t want. He didn’t need. Everything he craved was right there in his arms.
A million kisses later, after he took care of the condom and Sophie lay tucked into the confines of his body, she whispered, “Hold me until I fall asleep.”
As she snuggled against him and drifted off to sleep, Brett struggled with the urge to do the same so he could wake up with her in his arms. He’d never understood how his brothers could turn off their desires toward other women, but ever since his and Sophie’s first kiss, she’d been the only woman he noticed, much less thought about, and the only one he wanted.
