Page 52 of Legally Ours

I went to splash at him, but he caught my wrist and captured my further cries with another kiss that blew all further thoughts of revenge out of my head. When he released me, I couldn't feel the chill around my shoulders. I could only feel the warmth of his hands at my waist, the pull of his lips on mine

"Please," he said, his voice low and guttural. "Please."

I didn't need to ask what he wanted. Quickly, I undid the buttons down his chest and at his pants, and pulled the sopping fabric from his shoulders. He shimmied out of his pants under the water, and we threw his clothes onto the pool's edge with a splat.

"Your turn," he murmured as his gaze seared over my bikini top. "Off."

Wordlessly, I obeyed. It was another perk of having a bodyguard outside the door, I realized. There was no fear of anyone disturbing us.

Brandon chewed furiously on his lower lip as I peeled off the rest of my suit. As soon as I had tossed it behind me, I found myself backed up to the pool's edge. Brandon ducked his head down and licked, then nipped at one perked nipple, then the other, sucking hard enough that I squeaked at the pain that just bordered on pleasure. His big hands reached under my thighs, and with a splash, I was lifted bodily out of the water and set on the ledge.

"Sit back," he ordered. His palms moved down my legs and gently pushed my knees apart. "Spread your legs."

"Wait," I said with a hand on his chest. Droplets of water hung from the smattering of golden hair there. "I––"

He cut me off with another long, thirsty kiss, one that brought both of our bodies together. There was nothing between us now, and I shuddered at the length of him pressing against my stomach.

"What, Red?" he asked darkly as he let go. He pushed my legs wider apart so that I could feel all of him teasing between them. One hand drifted closer to that meeting place, tickling and testing my patience even as my hips tilted involuntarily toward him.

"I––oooh!" I stuttered as his thumb found my clit.

Brandon sucked again on my lower lip, and most of the blood drained from my head.

"Spit it out, baby," he growled into my ear, biting lightly on the lobe as his thumb moved with a more insistent pressure.

"I-I-I want to––shit––I want to please––Jesus!"

"You want to please Jesus?" Brandon said, breaking me out of my reverie just enough to glower at him. He chuckled and leaned in to bite my lip again.

"No," I said with a light shove to his chest. "I want to please you."

Without waiting, I reached down and took him in my hand, enjoying the silky feel of him, solid in my palm, and the way his eyes rolled back into his head when my thumb brushed over the tip.

"Fuuuuuck," he moaned, and leaned his head onto my shoulder, both of his hands dropped to the pool's edge to he could maintain his balance. His hips tilted further into my hand, urging me to stroke harder. I turned to kiss him, just as he had kissed me earlier, sucking on his full lower lip until he was moaning in my mouth.

"You like that?" I asked as my hand moved faster. "What else do you want?"

Brandon bit down on my shoulder, and then, with a speed I wasn't expecting, jerked away and lifted my legs up, pulling them over his shoulders instead, forcing me to lie back completely on the pavement.

"What I want," he said once he had my legs pinioned under his forearms, "is to feel you come on my face."

I sat up on my elbow, ready to protest even as the rest of my body opened willingly for him.

"But––" I tried again.

He swallowed my protests when his tongue swiped up my center, and then back down again, forcing me to collapse onto my back and take his ministrations. There was no way I could do anything else.

"Brandon," I moaned as he slipped one finger, then two into my slick heat.

"Shhhh," he vibrated against that most sensitive spot. He sucked and nipped, his stubble rubbing deliciously against my inner thighs.

A third finger entered me, and all three curled upward as he continued his work, building me up, stopping, then building me up again.

"Brandon." Totally oblivious to the concrete floor, I could only say his name as my back arched upward and I gasped toward the ceiling. "Please."

He said nothing, just hummed slightly as he worked, causing a vibration whose effect was instantaneous. The man could seriously play me like an instrument.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out as the first spasms shot through my body. Brandon pressed harder with both his fingers and his tongue, and I started to shake. "Oh, Jesus...Christ...Brandon, I'm com-coming! Bran––DON!"

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