Page 17 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“Bedroom,” he ground out, and lifted her into his arms, unwilling to wait a second longer than he had to. He strode through the living room, taking in the cream couches, brown throw pillows, and pale pink curtains. He passed a reading nook with a tufted pink chair beside built-in bookshelves, which were filled to the gills. It was easy to picture Sophie curled up reading a Kurt Remington thriller.
Holy fuck.
Why was he picturing her anywhere other than on her knees sucking his cock?
He pushed the image of her reading away, then gave it an extra shove to make sure it stayed there as he entered her bedroom. Christ, the entire room was decorated in creams and pinks, with frills and a country flair. She was so different from the women he usually hooked up with, he got a pang of something in his chest, like he had the other night. He tried to escape that feeling with another kiss, but the more they kissed, the fuller his chest became. As their lips parted, he noticed a mirrored headboard.
Things just got more interesting.
He claimed her mouth again, more demanding this time. God, he loved kissing her. She gave each kiss everything she had, and it was hot as sin. She was still in his arms, and he followed the line of her legs down to her sexy high heels, carefully slipping them off. They dropped to the floor, earning a sultry smile as he toed off his shoes.
She clung to him as he stripped the blanket to the foot of the bed, and she kissed him hungrily as he lowered them both down to the mattress. When he touched his mouth to her neck, giving her warm, sweet flesh a good, hard suck, she made a greedy sound that shot straight to his groin.
“Kiss me again,” she pleaded. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I don’t want to rush through it.”
Holy fuck did he like knowing that. As their mouths came together, he forced himself to slow down. Women asked him to fuck them, to take them, but never to kiss them. Hearing those words from Sophie made his chest constrict. She moaned into his mouth, and he inhaled that sexy sound, wanting to fill himself up with her. He’d never been a big kisser, not when there were more pleasurable ways to spend his time, but he could kiss Sophie all night long and never tire of it. Her hands moved from his arms to his face. Her fingers were soft and warm, and when he drew back with the need to see her eyes, to see what she felt—another new desire—she grabbed him harder, refusing to let him break their connection, sending bolts of heat darting through him.
His hands skimmed down her sides as he rocked his hips, pressing his hard length against her center and earning another heady sound. He wanted to strip her bare and drive himself into her, but the longer they kissed, the softer her body became. All her lush curves molded to his hard frame, and it was heavenly. Her heart thundered against his chest, and the deeper he took the kiss, the more sensual her sounds became, until she was writhing and whimpering, her hands still on his face. Hearing those sinful sounds, feeling her intimate touch, took him higher, made him want to kiss her longer. He felt himself unraveling, disappearing into her very being.
When they finally came up for air, he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her again. Her eyes fluttered open, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful.
“Fuck, Soph. Your mouth is heaven and hell at once.”
A smile lifted her lips, and with a hand on the back of his neck, she pulled him down. “Kiss me again.”
The ache in her voice pierced his heart, and he took her in a long, slow kiss that wound through him, calming all the restless parts of him.
He traced the swell of her lower lip with his tongue.
“Oh God,” she said in a heated whisper. “Do that again.”
He slid his tongue along the bow of her upper lip, earning a dreamy sigh that was as erotic as it was sweet. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then slicked his tongue across her lower lip, fulfilling her wish. When he nipped at her jaw, she whimpered and trapped her lower lip between her teeth.
He lifted his gaze to hers, and she said, “I want to kiss you more, but I also don’t want you to stop what you’re doing.”
He lowered his forehead to her shoulder and chuckled. “How can you be the sexiest woman I know and the cutest?” He lifted his face, meeting her smiling eyes, unable to remember the last time he’d laughed when he’d been with a woman, or for that matter, the last time he’d said more than a few choice words during a sexual interlude.
