Page 68 of Seducing Bran
“Mm-hmm,” he said, unbuttoning the rest of her top and discarding it. He curved his hands around her breasts.
Ireland leaned back, and Bran stepped between her legs, pressing his body flush with hers. “So the bears were watching us have sex in the back of your truck?” she said on a high squeak as he wrapped his mouth around her nipple through her bra.
“Probably cheering us on,” he murmured against her delicate flesh, setting off mini sparks between her legs.
Impatient with the clothing barrier, Ireland reached behind to unhook her bra, but Bran beat her to it, flicking it off with one hand.
“How do you know those tricks? You’re not a player.”
“Nope, I’m a lover.” He wrapped his hands around her bared breasts and licked and loved them with his mouth.
Ireland gave up the fight and slumped the rest of the way onto the table. She sensed the zipper give on her black dress pants and Bran’s hands sliding them, along with her panties, down her legs.
He slid her ass to the edge of the table and pushed her knees up.
Ireland glanced down—to see the sexiest image of all time. Bran’s head was between her legs, and he licked his lips, staring right at the center of her. And then his mouth was on her and she was writhing.
“More skills…you’re not…supposed to be so good at,” she said in spurts between panting.
He kissed the crease between her leg and the center of her. “I could do this all day.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Don’t let me stop you.”
But it didn’t take him all day, because within another minute, his magic tongue and fingers had her reaching her peak and crying out.
Ireland slowly came down from an explosive orgasm and gave him a lazy grin. Then she frowned. “Why are you still dressed?”
“Because you were too busy enjoying my loving ways to care.”
“True. And I thank you for that. But now I need you naked.”
“Your wish is my command.” He reached behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor and giving Ireland a spectacular view of broad, muscular shoulders, toned pecs, and a defined six-pack.
She wanted him inside her. Like, now.
He flicked the top button on his jeans and slid them down his legs, watching her the entire time. He wore no underwear.
Ireland’s mouth went dry. “Commando today?”
“You got a problem with that?”
She shook her head. “No problem at all.” He was long and hard and ready for her. “You’re killing me with the slow striptease.”
She started to sit up, imagining her mouth around him, when he pressed his hand to her belly, keeping her where she was.
He took her mouth with his and positioned himself at her entrance. His other hand moved from her belly to her lower back, where he pulled her forward, forcing her breasts up. And then he thrust inside her, his mouth moving down and sucking her neck.
The table shook, her body shook, and another climax was building. “Will it break?” she asked breathily.
“Don’t care.” Bran shifted slightly, arching her back more, and she started to unravel.
Her body pulsed and Bran picked up speed, thrusting inside her. She was falling, crying out, liquefying around him.
A second later, he bit her shoulder lightly and groaned out his own release.
And that was when it hit her. Slowly, filtering in through an orgasm haze of mass proportions…they hadn’t used a condom.
And she wasn’t on the pill.
