Once he finished with my hands, he looked up. “Where else?”
I shook my head. “Nowhere. That’s it.”
He narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t believe me. “Are you sure? It doesn’t hurt anywhere else?”
“Nope.” I grinned at him, loving him with every molecule I had. “And may I say thank you very much for taking care of me.” I stroked the backs of my fingers down the side of his face. “And thank you again for not freaking out like everyone else did.”
With a chuckle, he shook his head. “I’m pretty damn proud of myself for that too, though I swear my life flashed before my eyes when you first started to fall.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine. “You don’t usually take a tumble like that.”
Humming, I rubbed my nose along his. “I blame you, entirely.”
“Me?” Surprise and amusement highlighted his tone as he lifted his eyebrows. “How did I cause it?”
I sniffed. “You can’t go around looking as sexy as you were looking, all shirtless and irresistible, then grin and send me a flirty little wave like you did, and not expect a girl as sexually frustrated as I am to not trip over herself in lust.”
His blue eyes went hot and his eyelids slit to half-mast. “Sexually frustrated, huh? What about everything we did last night?”
He’d gone down on me and then he’d allowed me to watch him jerk off. It’d been hot, but...
“That only primed me up to want more.” Leaning in, I whispered into his ear. “And now I want everything.”
Shuddering, he turned his face just enough that our mouths were only an inch apart. His nostrils flared and eyelashes flickered before he murmured, “It has been a month since the stroke.”
“It has,” I agreed, licking my lips as I lazily trailed my finger down the center of his warm, bare chest. “And my panties are soaking wet right now.”
Groaning, he grasped my hand and looked me in the eye. “Swear to me you feel okay.”
Oh my God, he was wavering.
For a second, I could only gape at him. Then I broke into the widest grin imaginable. “I’m as good as I’m ever going to get.”
“Fuck,” he muttered as if that were a bad thing, but then he dove at me, kissing me and spiking his tongue into my mouth, clutching my face before grappling with my tank top. “Thank fuck. Because I can’t hold out any longer.”
I gasped when he sucked in a mouthful of my breast while simultaneously peeling off my shorts. Then I arched up my back to feed him more of me as he clutched my hair. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too.” His voice was muffled before he pulled back to blow out a shaky laugh and shake his head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I wish I could resist you better.”
“I don’t.” I liked how he’d given in. “Now take your pants off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His laugh turned husky as he complied, climbing off his bed to kick off his shoes and shuck his jeans.
Before removing his briefs, he tiptoed to the door and as silently as possible locked it.
I covered my mouth, muffling my glee. “Good thinking.”
He met my gaze from across the room, and then slowly took off his last stitch of clothing.
“My God,” I uttered. “You are so beautiful.”
Brandt beamed. “That’s what I was going to say to you.” He neared the bed and helped me lie back.
“I would’ve made it,” he said, kissing his way down my body. “I would’ve been able to keep my hands off you for good if I’d had to.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, thrusting my hips forward as soon as he reached the apex of my thighs.
He sucked in a breath as he inhaled my scent and shook his head. “No...now that you mention it, I’m not so sure at all. Thank God we don’t have to test it, though, huh?”
Then he licked me, swirling his tongue around my clit. My hips arched of their own accord and my breathing went shallow.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I whimpered.
He tortured me more by thrusting a finger inside me, swiftly followed by another. My body began to contract. I looked down just as he looked up. When our gazes met, his face went blurry and my body could only focus on itself as I came in a flood.
When I finished, he sat up, grinning before he wiped his mouth. “God, I love how you taste when you come.”
I grinned, feeling kind of powerful from that statement.
Brandt pulled his wallet from his pocket and removed a foiled package. I began to laugh I was so excited, because this was happening. It was finally happening!
Once he was ready, he took one of my wrists and held it above my head as he took himself in his free hand to guide his cock to me. But before he could press inside, he paused and blew out a breath. A trickle of sweat trailed down the side of his face.
His gaze met mine, and I knew. He was remembering the stroke.
“Baby, it’ll be okay.”
He exhaled and shook his head before climbing off me.