Page 39 of Legally Yours

“Take the compliment,” he said. “Youaregorgeous, and I am one lucky son of a bitch to get to see it. I feel like committing murder just to make sure there’s no one else left on the planet who’s had the privilege.”

I snorted. “Well, you wouldn’t have to kill too many people. There’ve only been a few.”

“With any luck, there won’t be any others,” he said.

Before I could wonder what he meant by that, he walked me backwards to the bed.

“Lie down,” he ordered. “Put your arms above your head, and clasp your hands together.”

With another shiver that had nothing to do with being cold, I did as he said. My skin tightened, a whole new level of alive, as his lips kissed along the edge of my underwear. Suddenly, I couldn’t think anything at all.

“I want to make you feel good, Skylar.” His voice thrummed against my skin, matching the cadence of his promise. “Will you let me?”

“O-okay,” I stammered.

I wanted to tell him I would do the same for him. I was a liberated woman; I believed that sex was an equal exchange, and I wasn’t owed anything more than he was. But no words came out as he trailed his mouth up my body until he hovered over me and could once again capture my mouth with his.

“Yes,” he purred in between kisses. “Yes, you will.”

His shoulders blocked the light from the hallway. A broad hand grabbed my clasped hands and swiftly twisted me so that I was on my side, facing away from him. He settled behind me so that my ass was firmly pressed against his hard length, clearly evident even through coarse denim. He set his mouth into the crook of my shoulder, biting gently just enough to distract me from the way his other hand brushed over the slightly damp fabric of my underwear. I felt like an instrument that was being played, and he knew exactly which places would make me sing.

“Tell me what you like, Skylar,” Brandon said before he sucked my earlobe between his teeth.

“I like…that,” I said, finding it difficult to speak as his fingers continued their play.

“You like what?”

I groaned, unable to think coherently enough to speak. “That. I…don’t know!”

“You like it when I tease you like this? You’re getting so wet down here, baby.”

My hips thrust forward, begging him to give me more.

“You want me to touch you, Skylar?” Brandon traced the edge of my ear with his tongue. “Say it.”

Again, it wasn’t a request.

“Touch me,” I said weakly, even as I was starting to twist on the bed. I couldn’t take this teasing much longer. “Please.”

In response, his finger obediently dipped under the fabric. Gently, he worked one finger between my legs, finding the opening that was already aching for him to breach it.

“Goddamn, Skylar,” he breathed as he continued to tease with two fingers now. “You’re soaking here, baby. It makes me want to fuck you so badly. Would you like that?”

He slipped the fingers in farther, causing me to moan loudly. It was a good thing Jane was out. I hoped my classmates next door were also being social enough that they couldn’t hear me through the thin walls.

“Do it!” I urged him, only to become more frustrated when he pulled his fingers out.

“Do what, beautiful?”

I groaned. I always had a hard time talking during sex. It felt so awkward when all I wanted to do was relax into his skin, into his voice.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” Brandon vibrated against my neck, causing my breath to hitch as I writhed against his hand. I was so close, so close…and yet so far.

“Yessss,” I hissed.

“God, you have no idea how much I want that, Red,” he grumbled against my shoulder. “But I can wait.”

With a swift, forceful maneuver, he twisted me over so I was facing him and consumed my mouth with another deep kiss. Both his hands roved down below my underwear and gripped my ass roughly, yanking me close so that one leg was hiked over his hip. He rolled me back so that he was on top, then kissed down the length of my body until his mouth was hot over the thin barrier he'd been toying with only moments before.

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