Forever Curves - Piper Sullivan Page 0,3
long shapely legs pumping hard until I lost sight of her.
Yeah, Brenna McKenna had my blood all fired up with her thick country twang, quirky sayings, and most of all, that tiny denim skirt she wore that had me thinking dirty thoughts about her from the moment she arrived at the restaurant. I never thought I had a thing for cowgirls until I met this brash blond, but dammit, I liked her a lot. She was all legs and tits and hair, and those were three of my favorite things in the world. She also possessed another trait that was at the top of my list, she was a woman who was up for a good time.
Only a good time.
The gift certificate for Time for Love was meant to be a joke from Miles and Liam, but I wasn’t a man to be outdone, so I’d gone in and taken the classes and got matched. With Brenna. Did I also mention that my middle name was Lucky?
I slammed on my brakes in behind Brenna’s salon and killed the engine as she stood at a heavy steel door, keys poised to unlock. “Damn woman, do you moonlight as a street racer?” Not that it wasn’t hot as hell to see her drive fast and handle the car with ease, but a man could only be so turned on before things got tricky.
“Not these days,” she said vaguely and unlocked the door.
“That sounds like a story I have to hear.”
My gaze focused on her heart-shaped ass as we climbed the long staircase that led to the apartment above the salon. Her legs were long and shapely, proving she was a woman who worked as hard as she played and my fingers itched to reach out and touch her.
All too soon we reached the top of the stairs and Brenna gripped the doorknob before she turned to me, a smile on her face, blond brows arched in question. “Story time or sexy time?”
That was an easy answer, but I didn’t do most things easily, so I leaned in and tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. “All of your time with me is sexy time.” Before she could tell me how cheesy the line was—which I already knew—my lips were on hers but this wasn’t like the hot but publicly appropriate kiss that I’d given her at the dance club. No, this was a closed door kiss that started of slow and sweet, because I knew how to be short and sweet, especially when it fired a woman up to long and hot and lasting all night.
Brenna wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her curves against my body, moaning as I deepened the kiss, squirming as my hands slid from her waist to her round ass and squeezing tight. Holy shit, she had curves for days, which I already knew because she favored figure-hugging clothes most of the time, but I had no idea how soft and luscious they were until this very moment.
“Grant,” she whispered against my lips as one leg hitched up over my hip, bringing her hot center up close and personal with the erection trying hard to break through the zipper of my pants.
“Tell me what you want, Brenna.”
She smiled at my words and jumped in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist before her lips crashed to mine. On the second go round, the kiss was hotter and hungrier, a hell of a lot more intense, I reached blindly for the door knob and pushed into her apartment. She pushed the door closed and I pressed her back against the door, eager to get another taste of her lush mouth while I had her in my arms, squirming against my cock.
Her lips tasted like cherries and whiskey, and her ass was a perfect fit for my hands. So was her narrow waist and those plump tits. In fact, everywhere my hands roamed, her body fit perfectly, a thought that send more fire raging through my veins.
“Holy hell!” Brenna let out a nervous laugh as she pulled back and smacked her head against the door. “You are six feet of trouble Grant Lopez.”
I smiled and nipped her bottom lip. “Wrong, sweetheart. I’m six feet two inches of pleasure.” My thumbs grazed over her nipples, hard through her shirt and her bra.
“Oh!” Her head fell back again, exposing her throat to me and I licked the long column of her neck until she moaned and