Possessed by You

by Jo-Anna Walker

  He rose to his feet and handed me his dress shirt. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

  I laughed and pulled on the white shirt. The scent of cologne invaded my nostrils as the soft material caressed my skin making my body stir.

  “Do you remember everything from last night?”

  My cheeks heated as I did up the buttons. “I think so.” I frowned. “Did we use condoms?”

  He thought a moment. “No.”

  “You didn’t freak out this time.”

  His gaze searched my face. “I enjoy the feel of you wrapped around me. No barriers.”

  My body flushed. “Do you remember everything from last night?”

  He made a point of letting his gaze roam down my body, his dress shirt barely covering my ass. “I do.”

  “I’m…” I swallowed. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  He closed the distance between us and brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  I grabbed his hand, linking our fingers and sighed. “Well I was a little rough.” Words from the night before rained into my mind.

  Fuck me hard, Brett. Give it to me. Take me.

  And damn, did he ever. My pussy throbbed with every movement, every step.

  Brett pulled me into his arms and brushed my hair off my forehead. “I like it rough, lover.” He kissed my nose. “You know that.”

  I sighed.

  Waking up hung over as hell was quickly replaced with desire as I leaned my head against his chest. It felt normal, familiar. The fact that we hadn’t been together in a week mixed with the alcohol, brought out a sense of passion in us both that left me breathless and sore. Brett was rough during sex but last night, I was just as bad. I remembered everything, the things I had said to him, the things he’d said to me…my pussy throbbed, images of the many times we had sex during the night raining full force in my foggy mind.

  “Do you have plans today?”

  I lifted my head and looked up at Brett. “Coffee and a shower. Sleep too, would be good. You?”

  Brett kissed my knuckles and released me before pulling on his jacket. “I need to figure out what the hell Mathis wants,” he mumbled.

  I nodded and looked around the dim office. “Where are my clothes?”

  Brett chuckled. “Uh…I cut them off of you.”

  My eyes widened. “You did what?”

  He smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “After fucking you in the booth, we came in here and you pushed me onto the couch, demanding me to cut your clothes off.” His eyes darkened. “Hottest fucking thing a woman has ever said to me.”

  I shook my head, vaguely remembering handing him a pair of scissors. Him cutting my clothes off because he was desperate for me was hot as hell. I remembered the dark look of lust in his heated gaze as he cut through the fabric before tearing the rest with his hands. My pussy pulsed and I cleared my throat. “Well I guess I need a new uniform then.”

  “I was going to get you a new one anyways.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “The beginning of the night, you bent over, showing me your panties, remember?”

  The sound of his deep husky voice washing over me as it filled with anger, set my heart thumping. I had forgotten I did that. “I was frustrated with you.”

  “Oh, I know,” he grumbled. “That’s why I’m getting you pants to wear.”

  “Excuse me?”

  His gaze met mine before he took a step towards me. “The skirt is too short.”

  I narrowed my eyes and placed my hands on my hips. “You can’t tell me what to wear.”

  A smug smile formed on Brett’s face. “Yes. I can.”

  I huffed. “Just because you’re jealous of every man that looks at me doesn’t mean you can control what I wear. What do you expect me to do? Wear a snow suit to work? Or a garbage bag, Brett?”

  Brett closed the distance between us and cupped the back of my neck, tilting my head. “Whatever works, lover.”

  I pushed him and glared. “You don’t own me.”

  His jaw clenched, his mouth set in a firm line as he met my glare head on. “Are you fucking anyone else?”

  My mouth fell open. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

  “Answer the question,” he growled.

  “No. Are you?”

  He shook his head. “No. Do you remember the things you said to me last night?”

  My cheeks heated. “Yes.”

  Brett grinned and took a step towards me as I backed up to the wall. He placed a hand on either side of my head and leaned down. “You started dancing. For me. You begged me. You demanded me to fuck you hard.”

  “I was drunk.”

  Brett brushed his lips along the side of my neck and inhaled. “You still smell like me,” his voice lowering.

  My heart thumped hard. “Brett.”

  “You weren’t drunk a week ago.”

  “No, I wasn’t.”

  Brett lifted his head, his dark blue eyes boring into mine. “So what are you telling me?”

  “I’m telling you that you don’t own me.”

  He smirked. “Oh lover, I own you more than you think.”

  “Like hell you do.”

  Brett wrapped a hand around my throat and pushed me up against the wall.

  I gasped.

  “Has a man ever made you wet just from words?” he asked, grazing his teeth along the length of my jaw.

  I chewed my bottom lip, biting back a moan. “No.”

  He smirked. “Didn’t think so.”

  I pushed him and frowned. “You’re way too smug for your own good.”

  Brett winked and grabbed my hand, placing a light kiss on my knuckles. “If I didn’t feel like ass, I’d bend you over right now and fuck the shit out of you, showing you how much I own you.”

  I gasped, my core clenching at that image. “Just because you make me feel good doesn’t mean you own me.”

  “Right, Evvie. Keep telling yourself that,” Brett said as he opened the door.

  “What does that mean?”

  “Forget it,” he mumbled.

  I grimaced and grabbed his arm. “Brett, what’s your issue?”

  Brett’s back stiffened and cleared his throat. He tugged me behind him as we walked down the hall to the exit. “I don’t have a fucking issue.”

  “Brett.”

  He stopped in his steps and spun on me, his gaze roaming down my scantily clad body. “We need coffee, a shower and sleep.” He licked his lips. “After all of that…” he cupped my ass and pulled me against him. “I’m going to make you smell like me again.”

  The light of the early morning sun forced its way into my head making my skull pound. My stomach churned when the car drove over potholes, making it jerk and jump. I groaned and took a deep breath, inhaling through my nose, breathing past the nausea.

  Brett chuckled and placed a hand on my knee. “I know the feeling, Evvie.”

  I smiled and covered his hand with mine. “A shot gun would be the only thing that would make me feel better,” I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose. When Brett didn’t say anything I looked up at him.

  The muscles in his strong jaw tensed, his eyes hidden by dark aviator sunglasses. He turned to me and smirked. “Checking me out, lover?”

  My cheeks heated and I looked away. “Even hung over, you’re sexy as hell.”

  He grinned and ran his hand up my thigh. “I enjoy your honesty.”

  “When I’m not feeling well, I usually say exactly what’s on my mind,” I said on a laugh.

  “And when you’re drunk.”

  A flush crept up my body at the memories from the night before. My body ached and throbbed in all the right places.

  I looked out the window as Brett turned into the underground parking lot of my apartment.

  As he parked the vehicle, I debated asking him to come up to my apartment. I didn’t care if Kane was home.

  The sound of a door closing made me
jump. I sighed and opened the door when Brett stuck out his hand, helping me out of the vehicle. I smiled, my heart lifting at the thoughtful gesture.

  When I looked up at him, my heart stopped. His deep blue eyes went cold as they bored into mine.

  I swallowed. “Brett?”

  He slammed the door shut and pushed me up against the side of the car, letting his hands roam up the side of my hips.

  My stomach flipped, my blood pounding hard in my ears as he ground his hips into mine. “What are you doing?”

  He leaned down, breathing hard against my neck. “I can’t stop touching you.”

  I gripped his jacket, biting back a moan as he pressed his pelvis against my core. “Then why do you seem pissed?”

  He nipped the soft skin under my ear, squeezing my ass at the same time. “Because. I can’t stop touching you.”

  I panted as he ground into me, setting my skin ablaze. “Brett.”

  He pushed off me and cleared his throat, grabbing my hand roughly. “Come on.”

  I sighed and rushed to keep up with him. We made our way into the elevator and I jabbed the button leading to my floor. My skin tingled under his scrutiny. I could feel him on me and he was several feet away.

  His heated gaze lit my world on fire.

  His strong features relaxed and he opened his mouth to say something when the elevator doors dinged.

  I left the confines of the small space and headed down the hall with Brett on my heels.

  A warm hand wrapped around mine, linking our fingers together.

  “Kane will be pissed that I’m here,” Brett mumbled.

  “Right now, I don’t give a shit what he thinks.” I unlocked the door and threw my keys on the table. A mixture of fashion and car magazines covered the dark cherry wood.

  The scent of lemons invaded my nostrils as I walked into the kitchen. My eyes drifted to the fridge and I noticed a yellow sticky note on the white door.

  Gone out.

  Kane

  My shoulders relaxed. I wasn’t in the mood to face the wrath and lectures of my best friend. I turned to Brett. “He’s not home.”

  A wicked glint filled his heated gaze as he looked around the small apartment. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

  “No.” And that was the truth. I wanted him to stay over. I wanted more. More than sex. But I didn’t want to scare him off.

  My heart jumped in anticipation as I walked past him and the small kitchen island that was cluttered with empty beer bottles. I didn’t need to look up at him to know that a smug smile had spread across his face. As much as I wanted him, I needed a shower first.

  Once reaching my bedroom, my feet stepped onto the plush beige carpet. My only light came from the slit in the mauve curtains that covered the window.

  I grabbed pajamas out of my dresser and headed into the bathroom. I turned on the water when a hard body shoved me into the stand-up shower.

  I gasped, the hot water raining down over us, soaking the white shirt completely.

  A hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back as teeth grazed the side of my neck. A growl sounded from Brett’s throat as he pushed his hips against me.

  I panted at the hard erection pressing against my ass. God, he was gorgeous and the way he made my body feel alive with indescribable amounts of pleasure, left me needing more.

  “Brett?” I pushed back against him until we hit the wall, my chest rising and falling with ragged breath.

  His free hand roamed up my hips, rough and needy. His hot breath against my neck made my heart race and my blood soar. He was desperate for me.

  “Seeing you in just my shirt makes it hard to be in control, lover,” he breathed against my neck.

  I swallowed and licked my lips. “That’s not my fault.”

  Brett wrapped a hand around my throat. “Why would you think it is?”

  “It’s the way you look at me.”

  He turned me around and pushed me up against the glass wall, placing both hands on either side of my head. “You don’t like the way I look at you?”

  My fingers grazed down his chest to his now soaked pants. The droplets of water running over his torso made my pussy clench with desire. “Not when you’re pissed, no.”

  Brett’s jaw clenched. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his soaked pants, leaving him naked.

  My gaze roamed down his hard muscular body, tanned and defined in ways I had only seen in my dreams. I had seen him naked before but standing there, in the shower, was different. More intimate.

  “Strip.”

  I looked up at Brett’s deep voice, my stomach flipping at the hard edge in his eyes. With shaky fingers, I undid the shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me in front of him, letting the water rain over us. “I’m never pissed with you, Evvie,” he whispered.

  My breath caught as his hands roamed down my arms, his fingers lightly grazing the sides of my breasts. Words lost on my tongue, I waited for him to continue.

  “Waking up this morning with you in my arms made me realize something.” He kissed my shoulder.

  “What did you realize?” I asked. When he didn’t respond, I turned in his arms and looked up at his handsome face. “Brett?” I cupped his cheek, rubbing a thumb over his bottom lip.

  He didn’t meet my gaze but the tightness in his shoulders and the firm press of his lips made me realize something. He was scared.

  When Brett’s gaze finally met mine, I gasped.

  His eyes were dark, stormy, the look of fear replaced by lust as he pushed me up face first against the cool glass wall of the shower.

  “Make love to me,” I blurted. The words left my lips before I could stop myself.

  He growled behind me as he wrapped a hand around my neck, fisting my hair with the other.

  I whimpered as he tugged my head back.

  “I don’t make love, Evvie,” he snarled in my ear.

  I leaned my head against his shoulder and whimpered as he thrust into me so hard, my body was lifted into the air.

  “I fuck and I fuck hard.”

  I moaned, slapping my hands against the wall.

  Brett released my throat and lowered my feet to the floor. He bent me over at the middle and ran a hand down my back, sending shivers along with it. He gripped my hip and his other hand held my hair as he impaled me slow and deep.

  My core clenched around him as he gave long even strokes, his pelvis hitting my ass after each rough impact.

  I tilted my hips, taking him as far as my body would allow. “Harder.”

  He grunted, lifting my waist after each thrust.

  I moaned, a slow simmer of ecstasy building deep in the pit of my belly.

  “Come for me, lover,” he growled.

  His command set me off as an explosion erupted through me. I screamed and came around him, shaking through my release.

  His hips sped up, his cock pumping into me at a fervor that left me panting and aching for more. “Fuck, Evvie. Your cunt’s nice and tight.”

  I panted and pushed back, my hands sliding down the glass as I met him thrust for thrust. His rigid length rubbed inside of me, filling me. It swelled and pulsed but before I knew it, he pulled out and released me.

  I frowned, turning around.

  He turned off the water and left the shower before wrapping a white towel around his hips.

  A cold chill ran down my spine as he left the bathroom. I quickly threw a towel around me and followed him to my bedroom. “Brett, talk to me.”

  His back stiffened as he reached my room and scrubbed a hand down his face.

  I shut the door behind me, clicking the lock into place and leaned against it.

  Brett sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through his hair, drops of water falling on his shoulders.

  I watched the rivulets run down his back, my lips tingling, wanting to lick every drop.

  Frustration settled in the pit of my belly but I took a b
reath, needing to crack his walls. To let me in. Even if it was only piece by piece. I knew there was a mutual attraction. He could deny it all he wanted but there was something there.

  I crawled onto the bed, moving behind him and pulled off my towel. I threw it on the floor in front of him, smiling when his breath hitched.

  I rubbed the tension out of his shoulders and kissed his nape making him jump. I inhaled, the scent of man invading my nostrils making my core clench with desire for him.

  “Evvie,” he breathed.

  I trailed kisses along his upper back and leaned my naked chest against him. His head rested against my shoulder as I brushed my fingers down his torso. His muscles twitched, rippling under my touch. The hard contours of his abs made my mouth water and want to nibble every inch of him.

  I pushed my hand under the towel, grazing my fingers over the soft skin on his lower stomach before delving deeper.

  His body was silky smooth, no hair covering his hard torso at all except for a thin line of brown hair. It lead from his belly button to a part of him that had pleased me in more ways than one. But this was for him. The straining erection in his lap must have been painful as it pitched a tent under the towel.

  I kissed his nape. “Why did you stop in the shower?” My hand brushed the base of his long cock. It jerked under the towel as I cupped the heavy sac, massaging, kneading.

  “Lover,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know why I stopped.”

  My heart skipped a beat as I rose to my knees and wrapped my free hand around his jaw. I kissed the side of his neck, licking the droplets of water off of his skin.

  My fingers closed around the base of him and slowly moved up the shaft to the tip. I ran my thumb over the swollen head, his pre-cum coating my finger. “Well I’ll give you the release your body craves,” I whispered in his ear.

  A soft growl left Brett’s lips as his hips started slowly moving to the strokes of my hand. “I…fuck.”

  I grazed my teeth over the soft skin under his ear, making his body shake against mine.

  He swelled under my touch, the rigid length of him filling my hand.

  Brett slapped his hands on the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress tight. “I need. Inside. You.”

  “No. I want to watch you.” My hand moved up the length of him, squeezing harder as I brought it down to the base.