by Susan Arden
“You’re so hot. So wet.” His hands encircled her bound wrists, stretching her body tight. “That’s it. Come apart for me. I want to feel you come all around me.”
“Brandon.” She exhaled, riding the head rush, ready to fall without heed. The coiling pressure in her belly spiraled, discharging bursts of mind-blowing pleasure in every conceivable direction within her body. She encircled her legs around Brandon’s waist, flexing her hips, and wildly wrapped around and rode his cock.
“Oh, sugar.” He dragged his mouth over her jaw, turning up the force of his body-jarring rhythm of slamming his cock in and out of her.
“More,” she pleaded and he laughed, sliding into her with a powerful slam.
“You sure? Talk dirty and I just might.”
“Give it to me, cowboy.” She dug her heels against his ass cheeks. “Fuck me, stud. Hard.”
Brandon no longer held back in pumping his hips, driving her to the edge. First ripples of pleasure ran through her, then building, building, building into thundering waves of euphoria that spread like wildfire. She splintered apart as she’d never done before and rode the intensity of his slams and the ecstasy of the orgasm he’d unleashed within her. Violently, she trembled underneath him as the pleasure storm erupted and then exploded. She arched in his hands, almost impossible to keep her fingers off him as she held onto the headboard, feeling the edge of the board press into her hand. He held her, never letting go; if anything, he thrust deeper, harder. He guided her in an erotic dance, a fluid melding of their bodies where she could hardly discern the place her skin, her breath, her heartbeat ended and the points where his began.
“Fuck, Mia. You’re exquisite,” he said hoarsely, planting a kiss on her lips. He lifted her leg, twisting his torso to slide inside her at a sharper angle, thrusting roughly as he scraped his teeth on her neck, sucking on a point then lightly biting down, whispering, “Mine.”
God! He had her rolling her hips, trying to guide him deeper as though she could force him further inside her body, which had turned into a raging sea. Filled with too many categories of confusion to count, she blinked back the stinging in her eyes.
Shit, she would not end up crying! “Please. Take me over the edge.”
“Oh, baby!” he yelled, savagely slamming and shuddering. His muscles tensed, looking more than ripped and she clenched, squeezing him. “So, so good,” he groaned against her face in a low voice.
She felt his fingers graze across her cheek to catch her falling tear. “Brandon,” she said in low voice. “Babe.”
Another shudder and he whispered, “Mia. My baby.”
BRANDON’S voice came out low, a whispered caress. “Kiss me.”
Straddling his hips, she stared down at him lying on the pillows, his hands guiding her hips as he held himself embedded inside her.
“So demanding,” she teased, scraping her nails against his skin.
He’d asked her to kiss him in the same way he’d repeatedly done since they’d met. Running her fingers through her hair, she twisted the strands and flipped the thick cord over her shoulder as he watched and the sexiest grin quirked his mouth. She lowered her body and pressed her mouth to his: warm, velvet, and inviting. Slightly parting her lips, she sighed before pulling back.
Hesitating in rising, she stopped and held his gaze, absorbing the heat swimming in his eyes. Her palms held flush to his chest, where his heart thudded in strong beats against her skin.
“More,” she murmured.
“Much more,” he concurred.
Slowly and deliberately, she returned to his mouth, pressed her lips back to his, a sensual coalesce, and lightly sucked on his bottom lip. Mmm, no one kissed like this man, and she gave up fighting. She fused her mouth fully to his, a slight sweep of her tongue, spearing his mouth. Tasting him. Remembering him. Falling for him. Fast.
Oh, God! She tensed. Gotta pull back before it’s too late. Her heart pounded out a warning: get a grip. Control! Where the hell had hers gone?
Playing it cool, she ended the kiss with a throaty, “You sure know how to fuck a girl.” She traced her fingertips over his forehead, tangling his hair, and biting back saying more.
“Just so happens, my cock thinks you’re the girl to fuck,” he replied, turning her so that she tumbled. He pushed her against the pillow, so rapidly the breath puffed from her lips on a laugh. “Don’t hold back on me, sugar. Ever,” he demanded.
Jesus. What was he asking…surely not all the freaking way? She had to hide her feelings and did so with a roll of her eyes. “That’s a tall order. You know I’m a busy woman.”
“Really. Need some convincing?” Curling his torso over hers, Brandon held her by the wrists he’d only recently untied. “What will you do while I’m gone?” he asked.
“Not much changes in my world. School. School. School. And you?”
She didn’t know all the details, just the bare facts about him. His personal life was his, to share or not. Prying wasn’t supposed to be part of this gig, though her mind kept coming up with a zillion questions. She entertained and asked only the questions pertinent to her study of mind-altering sex. With him as her partner, she gotten hours of hands-on experience. They’d fucked again, not stopping to take off their clothing, or at least she hadn’t. His position at the club made her wary that at any moment someone might pop upstairs with an emergency message about the twins.
He lifted her leg, positioning her calf along the side of his body, and met her eyes with a serious gaze. “I want to see you during the week.”
A thrill jetted over her skin, making her clench, and she shivered. Groaning, Brandon ran his hands up her arms, rubbing his palms over the chill bumps that erupted. She turned her head, glancing out the window and scanned the skies now streaked with silver.
He’d unlocked another door by talking about the future. If his intent equated to an open invitation for fucking, she’d jump at the chance. A tiny—no, make that huge—part of her became giddy at the thought of him coming back during the week. Not professional, Mia. This was sex. Somewhere, somehow, a rift had developed within her—a gulf existed between what she should be thinking and what she was actually doing. She should be striving for a selective disconnect where she told herself, this is nothing but sexual research. Yet deep down, she’d started to feel...more.
That was the quandary. She’d tried in vain to put the varied parts of her life on the shelf, as if compartmentalizing her existence were possible. Christ Almighty, she’d done it now, and risked her advisor finding out that she’d seriously crossed a line. Her reputation at school hung by a tenuous thread, and was rapidly unraveling. All her plans, her goals, her vision swirled around her…but in Brandon’s bed, none of that mattered.
Downgraded to a junkie, she operated by the seat of her pants and had employed a ton of magical thinking. What would she do for another hit? Not much required, all she had to do was agree. She traced the sculpted lines of his jaw. “You’ll come back…when?”
“Thursday.”
“And then you’ll leave the next morning?”
He shook his gorgeous head. “Thinking about staying for a long weekend. Are you free?”
“Might be possible,” she replied.
“Better work on an affirmative. Quick.” He ran his hand down her leg, arriving at the juncture of her hip and thigh. He squeezed ever so softly to which she flinched, and ended up gripping his cock inside her. “Baby, that feels damn near heavenly. Oh, God. What do you want? Name your price!”
She clenched around his cock again. “Yes. Well, there is the matter of research. I need to administer a psych test. A battery. Are you willing?” She contracted, doing a series of good ole fashioned Kegels.
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Mia, shit. Agreed!”
“Ever heard of Isabel Briggs Myers?”
“No. I imagine I’m going to, though.”
She wound her arms over his shoulders. “Carl Jung and a few other shrinks. Nothing painful.”
“Can we do it naked?”
Her brows drew together. “Umm…”
“What? With a body like yours, you can’t have a problem being undressed?” He moved his hand back to her ticklish spot. “Talk to me, or else.”
“It’s just…” She touched her finger to his lips. God, what it would be like to have his mouth pressed to her body unimpeded by clothes. “Things have a tendency to get busy around here.”
“Even with a lock. I get your point. Let’s go to your place.”
She gasped. “My place?”
“Unless you’re married.” He laughed, then suddenly stopped, paling. “I never asked.”
“Don’t. I’m not,” she huffed. “I have a roommate and she’s in the same program as me.”
He pushed his hips against hers. “Do you have your own bedroom with a door?”
“And a lock. It’s not that.” The first step to finding a solution is admitting to a problem. She sucked in a breath, her pulse thudding. She’d put it out there and see what he did with the info. “I didn’t expect that we’d be so…compatible. This is hardly clinical behavior.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” he smiled, lowering his lips to hers.
Heat spread over her face and she glanced away. “You do understand I have crossed some lines. Lines I knew were risky”
He pulled her chin back to him and arched a brow. “To clarify, you’re studying something unconventional to begin with, and doesn’t the problem arise only when a licensed therapist sleeps with a patient? Baby, I’m not your client or your patient. I’m the guy giving you the info that I guarantee isn’t in a textbook. You wanted an education and you’re doing what it takes to get one. Case closed.”
“Well, thank you very much, Perry Mason. Unfortunately, this matter isn’t in front of Judge Judy.”
Brandon rubbed his hand over her bottom. “Tone, darlin’. You’re not out of my bed yet.” He acted as though the matter were settled. She felt sure that, in his mind, it had been.
“That’s not the end-all,” she whispered, closing her eyes. She could easily get lost in his dark blue eyes and more than kissable lips if she wasn’t careful.
“Don’t hide from me. Look at me.” He shook her by the shoulder.
She met his intoxicating stare, ready to consume her if she so much as blinked. “I’m right here.”
He rolled her over, his hand roughly parted her legs, and he grunted. “I expect to see you on Thursday. All of you.” He forced his cock deeper inside, then arched back, dragging his length out but not all the way. “You’d better talk to me. Last warning.”
“Please,” she whispered, unable to say more. He thrust deep into her to make his point. No way to escape him if she tried. Oh, jeez. Standing at the edge of a precipice, she understood it was a long way down, and she didn’t have a parachute.
“Talk to me, Mia.”
She met his eyes. “We can’t just throw caution to the frigging wind.”
“Then what do you propose?” he asked, leaning in closer and bringing his hands to her face.
Chapter Thirteen
“What if I came here and performed a quasi-experiment? Really nothing more than an observational study. I’d take copious notes. Maybe study what consumer trends exist in your boutique downstairs.” She licked her lower lip and whispered, “That would mean no sex.”
His mind blanked. Refusing to accept Mia’s proposal, he clenched his jaw as a blast of heat shot up his neck. “Fucking A!” he growled, placing his palms on either side of her head. “You’re not going to weasel out. Are you a quitter?”
“Of course not. But I need to keep my head.”
“Baby, you’re not the only one. First things first. We fuck. Then we talk.” While he was in charge, that was the order of business in his bed. He reached for the headboard, coming up slightly onto his knees, and positioned himself between Mia’s lovely thighs. He spread the lips of her pussy, rubbing the head of his cock over her slick, swollen, and very tight entrance. Blood surged into his groin, engorging his cock and balls and interweaving jolts of both fire and pleasure. “God, you feel incredible.”
Lifting his head, he gazed into Mia’s fathomless dark eyes and knew he was falling, without the means to stop or slow the descent. The categorical connection forged between them hummed in his blood and bones. Her ecstasy was his, and he reminded himself to stop staring and get pumping.
He pushed himself into her snug warmth and reached for the headboard again. Breaching her entrance, he held back from slamming into her by flexing his hips back and forth in a slow rocking motion, going a little deeper into Mia with each thrust. He watched her face, gauging her reaction. Her golden skin flushed, washing color up her neck and face. Through her parted lips she called his name in a husky, jagged voice. He ate it all up.
“More, Sir, please,” she begged.
“I’m going to give you just what you asked for,” he promised, drawing his cock backward. The slide from her pussy sent jets of pleasure straight through his dick, so intense that his balls tightened. Surging forward, he drove himself into her heat, holding her under him. “You feel so good like this.”
Over and over, he hammered himself between Mia’s thighs, hoarse grunts emanating from the back of his throat with each slam. He forcefully pursued his goal, to get as close as humanly possible to the core of this woman. He didn’t care what it would take, he wasn’t about to let her decide this link, this bond between them, wasn’t working. It was for him. She closed her eyes, biting her lush lip. Her body surrendered beneath him, wrapped around him, taking everything he had to give, but still she held back.
“Brandon,” she half whispered.
“C’mon, baby. Give yourself to me,” he groaned. Last night, he’d made a small dent in her false bravado, but not nearly enough for what they both desired. She needed a doorway to escape from the walls she’d erected around herself, and he needed…her.
Nothing complex, just a little complicated. Every inch of her body, paired with her incredible mind, demanded that he possess her. So he might as well go for broke: he wanted her heart as well. The promise she held out to him was far, far less. And now, she was trying to close up shop completely, because of …what?
They’d proven they were compatible and that had suddenly become a problem? Hell, no!
Her face flushed deeper, as did her neck and the skin across her chest. He wanted to rip the dress off her back. She was the first woman he'd repeatedly fucked fully dressed—the first woman who'd refused to strip when he demanded it. He was naked on several levels, thrusting into her incredible body. She was so fucking hot, creeping under his skin, and making his dick go from hard to unbelievably swollen, to on the verge of exploding.
The way her pussy clenched around him, tied all his thoughts into knots except one: how to keep fucking her.
The sensation of sliding his length into Mia had him pounding between her legs, while the headboard slammed against the wall. His hunger for her raged through him, making his blood boil, and his cock swell. His nuts hugged his groin, far too soon.
Electrical pleasure skittered up his spine as a flash of light discharged in his head. “Are you there?” He reached down between their bodies, pressing the pad of his thumb to her erect clit.
“Almost.” She dug her nails into his skin and he rubbed his fingers across her, gathering their juices and returning his attention to her tight bud. Pushing up the hood, he lightly rubbed the tiny, exquisitely sensitive pearl. She writhed, arched and moaned, then whimpered the next time he stroked her.
“That’s it, baby.”
“Oh. God!” Mia exhaled. A distant, half-lidded expression crossed her face, and he kept strumming, more insistently, until a dreamy look softened her eyes, curving the corners of her incredible lips. One more thrust and he couldn’t fight the urgent demand of his body. The detonation started in his balls, riding a closed circuit through his torso until his brain and dick felt the blitz simultaneously and
he came hard inside her, arching his back and pumping his hips.
He peeled his fingers off the headboard and lowered his torso. “You’re not walking away from this. We’re too good together.”
She met his eyes and smiled. “You’ve made your point, counselor.”
He settled on the pillow next to her, and she shifted her focus outside. He followed her gaze to the window, and found the sky was actually blue. Gone were the clouds and he pulled her close to him, kissing the side of her head, inhaling her now-familiar scent. He rubbed his fingers on her jaw, gently tilting her chin, and drawing her attention back to him. “I’m not dense. I get your need to keep this…professional.”
“It’s not a silly request.” The look in her eyes tightened. She pulled back slightly until he nodded. Shit, this was a hard-line if he’d ever encountered one.
“I’m not arguing your point. We need a place that’s private. So we can be together and not draw attention.”
“What do you suggest?” she asked, raking her fingers over his chest.
He took a deep breath, caressing her shoulder, and envisioned the perfect place to take her: the cottage on the lake. Secluded. “I have a place that’s family owned. Lakefront. It’s a fishing place—not far away. It’s available if you’re interested. I’ll arrange getting coverage for the club so we can get away.”
“Sounds tempting. But I still need to conduct my research.” Mia bit the corner of her lip.
He recognized her non-verbal agreement and closed the deal. “Then it’s settled. I’ll tell my uncle who owns the cottage not to bother us. Won’t be the first time one of us has used the place with strict instructions for everyone else to stay the hell away. We’ll lay low until Sunday. Do some of those tests you mentioned and a few other things you haven’t experienced—yet. Are you game?”
“I can’t seem to resist you,” she smiled broadly.
“Then kiss me,” he said.
She pressed her mouth to the corner of his and his chest convulsed. If this was any measure of their progress, they were moving backwards. His mind stopped somersaulting when she brushed her mouth toward the middle of his lips and pressed down. Pillow-soft lips settled on his and then parted, sharing the sweet taste of her mouth; then with a hesitant suck to his bottom lip she was gone. Just one kiss and he felt lightheaded, if not branded. His gut tightened and he had to remind himself to take a frigging breath. She smoothed her finger over his lips and smiled.
