Page 649 of One More Kiss

After about twenty minutes of drinking and talking about Brandon's time here on Jagged Peak, she was starting to feel bolder and uninhibited. Vana took another drink, feeling the liquor warming her from the inside out. She could feel the sexual tension between them, thick and palpable. It'd been so long since she'd just let her needs overtake her.

Rich had a damn schedule as to when they'd have sex. He hadn't wanted her to get pregnant. He'd only have sex with her when she wasn't fertile according to whatever calendar he had, and they'd always have condoms. There was never a time that they just acted on instinct. There was never a night of passion she could look back on. It was just clinical, safe and if she were honest with herself boring.

Vana wanted to break out of that. She turned her head in Brandon and she noticed his eyes were hooded and his hands were clenched tight. He was holding himself back. Not tonight.

She placed her hand on his thigh, high enough to cause his cock to jump under the thick denim of his pants.

"Brandon, do you have a wife?" She asked him and with a growl he told her no. "What about a girlfriend?"

"Same answer."

"So what do you do when you get lonely?" Vana's voice was haughtier than it should have been.

"I jerk off. I don't go into town very often and even when I do I'm not there to pick anyone up." He answers. The coarseness of his words rolled over her skin and made her shudder.

Vana swallowed hard before she moved in a little closer turning her face so it's lined up with his. This was the most forward she'd ever been with anyone in her life, but she liked the power that she felt. "What about if someone managed to find her way to your cabin? Would you turn her away?"

Brandon moved slightly closer but locked his muscles down before he could move in much closer.

"Be clear." His words grind out and her body coiled with need. One she'd felt for years but had never had anyone to release for her.

"Do you want me?" Vana asked him just as clear as he asked.

Brandon inched closer to her, his eyes dark with desire. Vana's heart began to race as he ran his hand up her thigh, over the waistband of her thick leggings until he reached the waistband and his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties that were peeking out of the very top.

"I want you, Vana," he growled, his voice a low whisper.

"I want you too," she breathed, her body shuddering with anticipation.

Brandon grabbed hold of her legs and with one quick tug had Vana on her back and attacked her mouth with a kiss so scorching hot the fire crackling on the logs by her feet couldn't compare. His hands were everywhere and her hips bucked up searching for pressure of some sort.

Vana moaned loudly which caused Lucky to yip and growl. He might have liked Brandon more than Rich but he was still a jealous dog.

"Lucky, hush!" she chided her dog before she tried to grab hold of Brandon even tighter. It only drew a long laugh out of Brandon.

"Seems like your number one man doesn't want to share."

"He's going to share. He'll get over it." Vana stared up into his expressive eyes and waited for him to see the desperation in hers. After a few seconds, he lifted Vana off the floor, and they walked down the long hallway. She barely heard his feet as they padded against the thick wood floor underneath him. The man moved as silently as a ghost. He carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He tore off his clothes, his erection hard and begging for attention.

She mewled when she got a glimpse of it. He wasn't just big in stature; the man was big... everywhere.

Just as quickly as he undressed himself, he undressed her. Leaving nothing but her panties and bra on, while he stared at her hungrily.

Vana loved the way his eyes on her body made her feel.

Wanted. Powerful. Free.

"I'm not a soft man. I hope you realize that." He said and Vana tilts her head before he lets her own hands run along the edges of her body.

"I was hoping not. I want it as hard as you can give it to me." She smirks at him and he groans.

He presses more kisses on her face and neck as he reaches around her back and unhooks her bra. Her nipples pebble and even the cool wind is enough to get her to cause a gush of arousal to soak her underwear.

He speared her to the bed with his glance as he pulled her panties down, his fingers on his good hand slipping inside of her. Vana gasped as he began to stroke her, his thumb rubbing against her clitoris. She leaned back, her head falling back as she moaned in pleasure.

"You've been neglected. This pussy should've been weeping in pleasure on a daily basis." He teases seductively while her body trembles and the only answer she can give is a high-pitched keening whimper.

"Brandon, let me... I need ..." she can barely get the words out before he drops his head down to suck in on of her nipples into his warm mouth and with a soft nip, he presses down on that spot inside of her that has white lights flashing behind her eyelids and her back arching off the bed.

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