was compared to him. “Tell me you’re taking off your pants,” I said, putting a heel on the wall and arching my back, arms at my sides. I knew how to show off what I had to full advantage.
“In a minute,” he said.
Before I could question why, Brandon was down on his knees in front of me. He kissed my navel, my inner thigh, then the other, sliding his tongue behind his trail of kisses. Then he eased my panties down until they fell of their own accord around my ankles. He leaned in, with a hovering, maddening tease, while I moved my hips, trying to encourage him. I could feel the hot exhale of his breath and I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me.
“Brandon,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Shh, in a second. I just want to feel you, drink you in.”
Where had this guy come from? He wasn’t like any man I’d ever been with. Maybe that said a lot about the crash-and-grab guys I had dated, but it said a lot about Brandon too. He didn’t need to rush.
His hands ran over my hips, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he pressed a soft kiss on my clit. I shivered.
“Brandon,” I repeated. “It’s been a second.”
He didn’t respond, just drove into me with the world’s most talented tongue.
Yes. I had thought something more along the lines of him pushing me into my bedroom and going from there. Instead, he had just dropped and was doing amazing, torturous, fantastic, sinful things to me with his mouth. I gripped the back of his head, needing to hold on to something as my legs buckled a little.
He was skillfully teasing over my clit, and down deep inside me, then back again. The cool air of my apartment should have made me cold, but I felt hot from the inside out. My nipples were tight, my skin heated. Goosebumps rose when he gently sucked on my clit. I gasped and tried to breathe.
“I’m going to—
I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before I was getting swept away by a tight, powerful orgasm.
“Oh,” I breathed as I held on to him.
He gripped my hips harder, big hands digging in, and he didn’t break his rhythm with his tongue, finishing me off.
As the waves of pleasure receded, I pushed him away, needing breathing room to recover. “Damn. I think I needed that,” I said.
He laughed softly, easing back. He brushed his hand over my sex and I shivered. Then he stood up, wiping his bottom lip. His eyes were filled with desire and I could see his cock was hard in his jeans.
The wall was holding me up otherwise I might have puddled onto the floor. It was a good thing I was used to wearing heels. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing deeply. “I told you that you’re overdressed,” I said.
“You’re one hundred percent correct.” He toed off his shoes, then undid his jeans and shoved them down. He reached down and pulled his feet out and removed his socks. “Have I told you that you’re gorgeous?”
“Maybe once but I wouldn’t object to hearing it again.”
“You are drop-dead gorgeous.” He reached out and ran one finger over my shoulder and down my arm. “Leave those heels on. Please.”
“Sure. You’d be amazed what I can do in heels.”
“I can’t wait to find out.”
Then Brandon shocked the hell out of me by putting a hand under my ass. “Come here.” He hauled me forward and scooped me into his arms.
“I can walk,” I said, even as I felt an insanely feminine satisfaction at being picked up. As a tall girl, it wasn’t an easy feat to handle someone as leggy as me, but he did it with ease.
“I just wanted an excuse to touch you.” He stepped the whopping three feet to my bedroom.
The room was too small for anything other than my bed. The door didn’t even close because the bed pressed against it. So Brandon had an easy task. He just strolled up to my bed and laid me out on it. I hadn’t even made it, so I was deposited onto a messy comforter.
“I should have made my bed,” I said, running my hand over bunched fabric.
“We would have just destroyed it anyway,” he said, standing between my legs.
He was wearing black boxer briefs, and even though the room was dark, the light from the kitchen creating a shadow behind him, I could