Halftime Husband -Erin McCarthy Page 0,16
legs further apart.
“Oh, I don’t think I can,” I said. He was unbelievably hard, and buried deep.
“You can.”
He was right. The minute he started moving inside it felt so amazing I couldn’t think about anything else but the feel, the slick slide of him in and out. It was a dark and warm cocoon, the sound of our breathing hot and aroused in the sticky humidity of radiator heat and our overheated bodies. I pressed my palm against the wall to brace myself and gave in to yet another orgasm. Brandon was a second behind me.
My knees lost their hold on the sheet and slid out in either direction. I fell onto my face and stomach on the bed, shuddering. “What is even happening?” I asked.
“I just realized something,” he said, collapsing beside me. “Because you’re only a few inches shorter than me, I have way more leverage. The angles are working in our favor. We fit better.”
There was no arguing we fit really damn well. “That sounds like science and I hate school. I just know it feels amazing.”
My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. “Your food is at the front door. I’m letting them in. You need to answer the door because I can’t move.”
“Shit.” He moved faster than I would have thought possible. He went in the bathroom and came out wearing one of my towels around his waist.
I yanked the comforter over my naked body while he made his way to the door. The light over the sink was still on but mostly the apartment was dark. I heard him trip over something and swear. The sound made me giggle.
He opened the door and I heard a few words exchanged. Then he climbed back onto the bed with his giant bag of food. “Egg roll?”
I stuck my hand out. He plopped an egg roll wrapped in wax paper into my palm, then scooted back off the bed. “Where are you going?”
“The couch. I don’t want to get crumbs in your bed.” He sat down with the towel still around his waist, legs spread, and started digging into the bag.
Forcing myself off the bed, I wrapped a sheet around me. I bit the egg roll and sat down next to him.
“You do realize that defeats the purpose of getting out of bed, if you’re going to just eat over your sheet,” he noted, nudging my leg with his.
I threw open the sheet, exposing my naked body, and bit the egg roll again. Flakes of the fried outer layer rained down on my thighs. “Now what, Hater?”
Brandon licked his forefinger, then reached out and one by one picked the crumbs off my thighs with his damp finger. He popped it into his mouth.
“I guess I can’t argue with that. Your saliva has been everywhere already.”
He gave me a grin.
“The wine is here,” I said, glancing at my phone.
He jumped up with more energy than a man should have after three hours of sex. I was impressed all over again. He got his wallet and tipped the guy with cash, then brought the wine to the floor in front of the couch.
“Do you want a glass?”
“Why not?” Whatever effects it had created earlier had worn off. “You look remarkably comfortable in my small messy apartment.”
“I travel a lot. I’m used to new surroundings.” He smiled and handed me a glass. “Am I being too comfortable? I told you I don’t have any game. You can kick me out at any time.”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “No.” I shook my head. “I’m enjoying myself. I didn’t mean to suggest you were overstepping. I just meant that this is fun and easy. Being with you is easy.”
Maybe I was drunk, because why the hell would I say that? It sounded too… intimate.
But Brandon didn’t seem to think so. He dropped his chopsticks and pulled me onto his lap. “Very easy.”
He kissed me again and I let myself get swept away on wine and his touch.
Chapter Five
I jerked wide awake, hand reaching for my phone on Dakota’s nightstand. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep and I needed to get my ass home before the nanny woke up and realized my bedroom door was wide open and I was nowhere to be found. I squinted in the dark as the screen lit up. Seven minutes after five. Mentally groaning, I glanced over at Dakota. She was still sleeping soundly on her side, away from me. The sheet had fallen