cold edge in his tone. “When it’s over I don’t want to have to deal with a lot of drama.”
His eyes narrowed. “What are you looking for?”
“Why, sex of course,” she said glibly. “Isn’t that what men want when they meet a woman?”
Brandt went completely still. He didn’t want to believe what he’d just heard. She was treating him as if he were a piece of meat. “You don’t want a declaration of love, or expect a happily ever after?”
Ciara wanted to tell Brandt she did, but not with him. She’d dated a man in the spotlight and she didn’t want a repeat of what she’d had with Victor. “No. The sex will suffice.”
She knew she sounded cold, detached. It had to be that way or no way. Ciara knew she couldn’t afford to fall under the sensual spell of the blond giant, who despite his physical limitations was a constant reminder of who she was and what she’d been missing. It’d been more than two years since she’d slept with a man, and the weeks following her separation from Victor had been the most difficult. After a while the urges weren’t as strong and then they’d stopped altogether. But now they were back—and stronger than ever. And all because of a man she never would’ve considered dating if they’d met at a sporting or social event.
Although she’d known Brandt a short time, they had become a couple. They were living together, sharing meals and deliberating what movies to watch. They had even entertained as an unofficial couple. They’d made love without having sexual intercourse, but it was the intercourse both wanted.
Brandt stared at Ciara. She wanted sex while he wanted more than that. Even with two broken legs, he had the option of masturbating to relieve his sexual tension, but he wasn’t about to revert to his fourteen-year-old self, for whom it’d become a daily ritual.
He extended his arms. “You’ve got yourself a deal: no love, drama or happily ever after.”
Ciara moved toward him, her hands going to the waistband of his boxers and deftly pulling them off his hips and down his legs. Her hair had fallen around her face, preventing him from seeing her expression when his penis quickly became engorged. Using his teeth, he tore open the condom wrapper and rolled the latex sheath down over his erection.
Brandt stared, hypnotized by the graceful, fluid movements of Ciara unbuttoning her shirt and letting it slide off her shoulders. He swallowed a groan. Swells of brown flesh above the cups of her white lace bra were an erotic turn-on. And not for the first time he cursed the fact that he couldn’t move to undress her.
He wanted to reach around her back and unhook her bra to free her breasts. He wanted to take his time removing her shorts and panties, then run his tongue over every inch of her luscious body to discover if it tasted as delicious as she looked. The bra fell away, and he was stunned by the firm roundness of her breasts.
Ciara felt the heat from her soon-to-be lover’s electric-blue gaze as she took an inordinate amount of time taking off her clothes. He was fully aroused and the area between her legs was wet and pulsing with a need she’d never experienced before. There was an advantage in remaining celibate, because after being denied something she’d craved for a long time, now the wait would be worth it.
She couldn’t control her hands. They were trembling. It took two attempts before she was able to undo the button on her shorts and rid herself of the shorts and bikini panties in one smooth motion. Sleek and lithe as a cat, Ciara slid upward and straddled Brandt. They moaned in unison when flesh met flesh, her breasts flattening against his chest.
Looping his arms around her body, Brandt closed his eyes and let his senses take over. Everything about Ciara seeped into him: the silky softness of her skin, the natural scent of her body. The strong beat of her heart kept tempo with his as she pressed closer. His hands moved lower, cupping her hips and pulling her even closer.
Ciara buried her face against the thick column of Brandt’s neck, willing her hips not to move when his hardened flesh pulsed rhythmically against her buttocks. She wanted to enjoy the smell and feel of the man holding her to his heart. She wanted him to infiltrate her senses, erasing the memories of every man