“I can promise you one perfect night, Soph, nothing more. If you have any hesitation, tell me now.” His voice was dead calm and full of desire.
She wanted to tell him she didn’t have second thoughts, but she couldn’t get the words out, so she shook her head, earning a wicked smile that filled his gorgeous eyes with even more passionate promises.
He touched his thumb to her lower lip again and said, “The next time that’ll be my mouth.” He lowered his face closer to hers. His hips ground into her so enticingly she could barely focus as he said, “And I’m not stopping there.”
The elevator doors opened on her floor, but neither one of them moved. She was rooted in place, riveted by the way he was looking at her and the things he’d said. The doors began closing, startling her out of her trance. Brett reached behind him with one hand to stop them and took hold of her hand with his other.
The hallway felt smaller with him in it. Every step toward her door made her heart pound harder. Somewhere in her head her rational side warned her to take a step back, but she’d wanted him for too long, had seen too much of the man he was hiding—or didn’t know existed. Whatever it was, even if she was wrong, she didn’t want to back out.
She withdrew her keys from her purse, and as she unlocked the door, that knot in her stomach pulsed harder. She pushed the door open, and he waited for her to walk in, watching her, his jaw tight, as if he was having as much trouble keeping his emotions in check as she was. She knew he was giving her every chance to back out, and as much as she appreciated that, it made her even more nervous. She stepped inside, and when the door clicked shut behind them, she knew there was only one way to get past her nerves.
She set her keys and purse on the table by the door and grabbed him by the collar, tugging him closer. “You need to kiss me now, and you don’t need to stop, or check in, or whatever it is you’re doing, because I want you, Brett. I want everything you have to give, with one condition.”
SOPHIE WANTED EVERYTHING Brett had to give? Clearly she had no idea how much that was. His sexual appetite for her was endless, and giving her everything could take a lifetime. As the thought crossed his mind, he realized with shock that she was his one exception to his once-and-done rule, and that momentarily stunned him as much as her confession had.
He ran his hands along her hips, seeking relief from the shock of his thoughts, and felt her body sway into him. He was anxious to kiss her, to pleasure her, to satisfy the primal urges he felt every time he was near her. He spread his fingers over her ass and wedged one leg between her thighs. Her slinky dress bunched up at the top of her legs. Oh yeah, this dress was quickly becoming his favorite. He couldn’t wait to drop it to the floor.
She pressed her hands to his chest, putting space between them, and said, “One condition, Brett.”
Damn, he was so into her, he’d forgotten she had a condition to their coming together. Her eyes were as dark and wild as a summer storm. “Anything.”
“None of this gets back to Mick.” She was breathing even harder than she had been a minute ago. “Do you agree? You won’t tell him? Because he’s my boss and that wouldn’t be cool.”
Being with Sophie was like a dream come true. He felt like he’d won the lottery, and he wasn’t about to do anything to fuck it up. “I will not speak a word of this night to Mick or anyone else.”
A small smile lifted the edges of her lips. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He lowered his mouth to hers, reveling in its softness and the eagerness of her tongue as it danced with his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he took the kiss deeper, exploring the recesses of her mouth and earning a series of sexy sounds. His hands moved over her ass, to the back of her bare thighs. He lifted his leg, which was wedged between her thighs, pressing against her center. His fingers moved beneath her dress, slipping under her silk panties, and he filled his palms with her perfect ass. Fuck, he was so hard and wanted her so bad, he didn’t know where to begin. He wanted all of her at once, and he wasn’t going to stop until she was too satisfied to move.