“Right now, I want you.”
Lifting her over his shoulder, he carried her toward the sliding doors to the master.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You expressed a need; I’m simply making sure it’s met.” He tossed her on the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. “What are you waiting for? Get naked.”
She bit down on her lower lip and watched as he rolled his jeans over his hips. Quickly, she unhooked her bra and wiggled out of the rest of her clothing. She crawled to the end of the bed and ran her hands up his thick thighs, doing her best to ignore all the scars on his body. She knew better than to ask. She’d made that mistake once before and he’d gone quiet.
Silent, actually.
Now that they were an item, he’d begun to open up. It would take time, and she wanted to do this the right way. It was the first time she dated a man whom her parents hadn’t somehow had a hand in the setup.
She also wasn’t sure if she was going to tell them about Nelson yet, something she’d have to discuss with him—tomorrow.
He pooled her hair on top of her head as she took his length slowly into her mouth.
She’d always been a sexual woman. One of her ex-boyfriends described her as demanding and that had been one of the reasons they called it quits. She found that comical. The sex with him had been a bit on the vanilla side, and that was fine. It wasn’t bad; it simply wasn’t adventurous.
Nelson was a different breed of man. He enjoyed mixing it up. He could be sweet and romantic in bed. Or he could be wild. And he never had a problem with her taking the lead.
She liked that.
“That’s enough of that.” He tugged at her hair, then pushed her down to her back, lifting her knees to his shoulders and he lowered his head between her legs. He didn’t tease her or give her any warning. His tongue went right for the prize.
“Oh, God.” Her chest rose up and down with her raspy breaths. She dropped her head back and tried to focus on anything but the building climax that was going to tear through her system like fireworks. Digging her heels into his shoulders, she raised her hips and rolled with the motion of his mouth, making it harder to savor the moment.
He slipped in two fingers and continued to torture her until her orgasm filled her stomach. Her body jerked and shivered. Her muscles burned from the inside out.
Reaching down, she pushed his head back, needing a reprieve.
He grabbed her by the hips, bent her over the mattress, and thrust himself deep inside. He reached around her waist and continued to rub her hard nub. “Do it again for me.”
That simple command sent her body into overdrive. One orgasm after the other spilled from her body.
“Brandi,” he whispered in her ear as his climax slammed into hers like a massive wave hitting the breakwall. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for air and holding her tight.
The room spun. She blinked, trying to regain her composure. “Are you going to let me stay over again tonight?”
He chuckled. “Only if we can start the day off right again.”
“God, I love morning sex.”
“Another thing we have in common.” He shifted her body so they were facing each other and kissed her nose.
She laughed. “You like sex, period.”
“That’s true, but I don’t hear any complaints from you.” He raised his arm and glanced at his watch. “I hate to do this, but I have to run to the restaurant. We’re hosting a private breakfast for some state troopers this morning and I need to be there. Feel free to stay here as long as you need. It’s going to be a long day for me, but I should be home between eight and nine. I’ll text you the code to the garage.”
“Works for me.”
He planted a wet kiss on her mouth. “I’ll see you later.”
She wrapped herself in the sheet and watched him dress. The relationship part with Nelson might be new, but there was a comfort level with him that came with history. She had no idea what the future held, both with when her father would finally let go of the reins and with Nelson.
But at least she’d taken the risk.
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