Page 34 of Seducing Bran
Bran cupped the backs of her legs and had her on top of the desk in half a second. She was too beautiful. Too desirable. Too sweet and sexy.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and the warmth of her pressed against his erection… He stopped thinking entirely about what he should or shouldn’t do.
Bran ran his hands down her luscious, full chest, and she moaned, tightening her thighs around him.
She leaned back and pulled him down until he was leaning over her. He kissed her with a passion he didn’t know he possessed. For a moment, he worried he was hurting her and hesitated.
Instead of pushing him away, Ireland tugged up his shirt. He quickly lifted his arms so she could slip off the shirt and he could return his hands to where they were—on her hips, the smooth indentation of her waist, and her soft breasts.
Ireland’s hands touched his bare chest, and his muscles tensed at the sensation.
Bran ran his knuckles beneath the hem of her blouse. He’d do just about anything to be skin to skin with her, but he didn’t want to push it. He was fairly certain none of this should be happening, and yet he couldn’t find it within himself to stop.
He didn’t have to. Because Ireland pulled up her blouse and tossed it aside.
“Shit. So beautiful,” he said as he kissed the lush mounds of her breasts pushed up in black satin. They spilled to the side as she lay on her back. Not fake breasts, as he’d assumed early on. Everything about Ireland was natural—her figure, her intelligence, her passion.
He was distracted. Loving on her breasts, touching her soft, rounded shoulders, gripping her hips—when he felt her tug on the fly of his jeans.
And that snapped him out of his lust haze.
Enough to pull away.
Enough to realize how wrong this was. “Ireland, we have to stop.”
She looked confused.
“I don’t have anything. For protection.”
Light dawned in her eyes. “I don’t either. I wasn’t expecting…” She smiled shyly.
He pulled her upright on top of his desk and pressed her to his chest. She felt amazing. “Not now, then.” But later? Was he seriously considering starting something with Ireland?
He’d been wrong about her when they’d first met. She wasn’t another shallow, beautiful woman. But did that mean she was any less dangerous? He never thought things through when it came to her. Present activities—a case in point.
He gripped her tighter. Even if it wasn’t the safe move, she was the first woman he didn’t want to let go of. Which meant he’d have to rein in his lack of self-control and do everything right if he was to make this work.
“I’d like to take you out. May I?”
Fuck, when was the last time he’d officially asked a woman out? So long ago he didn’t remember.
She leaned forward and kissed his chest, nodding. “I’d like that.”
Ireland wasn’t what he’d planned. He wasn’t even sure he was ready for her. But for once, he was willing to take the risk.
Chapter 13
“Ihad no idea wedding planning was such a pain.” Cali crossed the living room with her dog Buddy in her arm as she shoved a basket of laundry with her foot.
Cali set Buddy on his couch bed, which was essentially this soft doggy bed on top of the couch so Buddy could look out at the living room like the prince he was. “Beach setting or a wedding at the club? Maybe on the lake… God, there are so many options, and Jaeg won’t help because he says I need to choose. He says he’d be happy going to the courthouse to make things official. And then his parents offered up their property that overlooks the lake for the reception, so that’s one more option. I mean, it’s good to have options, but I want it to be right and I can’t decide… Ireland, are you listening to me?”
Ireland was lying on the couch next to Buddy, daydreaming, one ear tuned into her cousin, while reliving being in Bran’s arms. The guy who pushed her away at every turn. Except when he was pulling her to him.
And holy shit, last night he was touching and loving on her body. The mental images of his sexy, ruffled hair as he kissed her breasts had her squirming. Ireland choked out, “I’m listening.”
Cali sent her a disbelieving look.
Ireland and Bran had stopped before things led to hot desk sex, because Bran had been using his brain and remembered they didn’t have condoms. When Ireland’s mind had been focused on getting into his pants. What was wrong with her?
