Page 47 of Legally Mine

"You wore the skirt on purpose, didn't you?" he asked before his lips captured mine again in a much more forceful kiss. "You know what your legs do to me."

Before I could answer, he was kissing me again. He shoved me against the wall, pressing all of himself into me, only the fabric of his trouser between us.

I gasped. "Brandon!"

"Shh, baby, I got you," he murmured into my ear before plundering my mouth once more.

"No," I gasped again in between breathy moans. "Brandon, stop."

Breathing heavily, he pulled away with a strangled expression. "What? Red, what is it?"

I bit my lip and took a deep breath, ignoring the pang of guilt in my belly. Regretfully, I slid my legs back to the floor and shuffled around the couch to put some space between us. Brandon turned to follow like a cat on the hunt, but stopped when he saw my expression. He stood on the other side of a small arm chair, his hands grasping its top so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Skylar..." he said slowly, as if working to measure his patience. "Do we need to talk more? You need to tell me something, baby?"

The guilt blossomed even more. Blue eyes or green? Did he know why I couldn't do this tonight? No, he couldn't know. He was just confused because he wasn't getting his normal reaction from me. I took a deep breath. I could do this. I didn't know how, but I could put him off. Somehow.

"You want me," I said awkwardly and bit my lip.

Brandon blinked and cocked his head. "You have no idea," he said suddenly, then gave me a look that clearly said if there hadn't been a leather loveseat in between us, I'd be back up against the wall.

I cleared my throat, doing my best to ignored the throbbing between my legs. I flopped on the couch, pulled a cushion into my lap, and squeezed as I tried again.

"If you thought...I wasn't planning to...I-didn't-invite-you-up-here-to-have-sex," I said all at once.

I stared down at the pillow as I flushed bright red. When I finally looked up again, Brandon's eyebrows were raised in clear surprise, and his grip on the chair relaxed. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Um...okay..." he said. "I don't want to say I wasn't expecting it, but..."

"You were expecting it," I finished.

"No," he said softly. Then, more strongly: "No."

Brandon finally came to sit next to me, took my hands in his, and turned me so that I was facing him directly.

"Tell me what's going through your head," he commanded.

I gulped. This wasn't a conversation I ever anticipated having with him. In an odd way, the fact that I couldn't physically have sex for at least one more week was probably a blessing in disguise. Brandon and I would be forced to talk through our problems before we got lost in each other's bodies again. But the bad part was, I couldn't tell him just why we had to wait. I mean, I could...but a voice inside my head kept whispering: What if he doesn't forgive you? I was just barely getting him back. I didn't think I could take losing him all over again.

Suddenly sick to my stomach, I took a deep breath.

"It's like this," I started. "We have a lot to work through. And I want to make sure we actually do work through it before I–"

"Risk getting your heart broken again?" Brandon broke in. His brow quirked. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

I bit my lip. "So, you're okay with waiting a bit? Until we...you know."

"Fuck like rabbits?"

I rolled my eyes and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. "That wasn't exactly what I was going to say, but, yeah, basically. I just...tend to get lost in you. That way."

Brandon caught my hand and nuzzled it, then lightly kissed each finger, each knuckle, each pad of my palm.

"It's been eight weeks and four days since I was last inside you, Skylar," he said solemnly before he held my hand to his nose and inhaled.

I gulped. "Y-you counted the days?" I was suddenly finding it hard to find my voice as his tongue tickled my skin.

Brandon lightly bit my knuckle before letting my hand drop back to my lap. He leaned in slowly, so that his lips just grazed the edge of my ear.

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