His mouth found her other nipple. He pinched the first, still wet and stiff from his attention. With another moan, she cupped the back of his head. God, she could do this all day. The pulls of his mouth were so voracious, they were almost painful. Then he soothed her with tender little licks that made her melt into him even more.
Brandon tugged on the fastening of her skirt at the small of her back, but the complicated series of hooks weren’t budging. He tried to rip it, the way he had her blouse. She could undo it herself, but it would take too long. She had to feel him now.
So Em pulled up the gray pencil skirt to her waist. Brandon didn’t need more of an invitation. He shoved her little panties down her thighs. She wriggled until they hit the floor. But once the underwear was off, she had nothing to do but watch in rapt fascination as Brandon dropped to his knees and stared right at her pu**y. He brushed his thumb over her slick folds, right over her clit. His tongue followed the same path.
She gasped. “Brandon!”
“Spread your legs, baby. I have to see you.”
Whimpering, she complied. She had no idea what was running through his head as his hot breath feathered over her flesh. Em held her breath, wanting him so badly that she whimpered.
He fastened his mouth on her clit. Her entire body arched as a curl of arousal deepened into an aching need. She shoved her hands into his thick hair again, but nothing could anchor her against the dizzying pleasure as he sucked her clit deep.
“God, this sweet pu**y…” he murmured against her flesh. “I didn’t expect you to be bare. You’re gorgeous. I want to stay here and feast.”
If he did, she’d go mad. But if he left her, she’d go downright insane. “More.”
“Oh, yeah. A lot more.”
He buried his mouth between her legs again, parting her folds with his thumbs. This time he got closer, deeper, taking her completely in. He tongued her nub, and the friction made her body seize up. She pulled at his hair. Brandon didn’t seem to mind. He merely caressed one thigh, then shoved it over his shoulder. The position left her wide open, and her other leg would have given out beneath her if he hadn’t propped her against the wall.
God, with that kind of stimulation, Em couldn’t hold still. She wriggled and whimpered, moaning his name, frantically trying to press closer to him. Again, Brandon took control and grabbed her hips.
“Em, hold still. Let me make you feel good.”
She wanted that, but he was asking for the impossible. His unyielding grasp left her little choice. He forced her to take his tongue lashing. The coil of desire between her thighs tightened, ramping up until she could only pant and need and cry his name.
It had been so long since she’d felt a lover’s touch. She hadn’t wanted anyone but Brandon, and even her vibrator held little appeal these days. It couldn’t make her feel beautiful. The hollow orgasms it delivered didn’t make her feel desired or loved. Brandon did. Under his mouth, she felt like his most coveted treasure, and the way he ate at her like a delicate treat shoved her to the edge of pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped out.
“Good. So sweet, Em. That’s it. Come for me.”
His next lick sent her flying into an ecstasy so white-hot, she could hardly comprehend it. Em screamed and bucked under his mouth. But Brandon didn’t let up. He stayed with her through the giant rolling wave of sensation, his tongue flicking her pulsing nub, prolonging her pleasure, drawing it out until she was gasping and breathless and dizzy from the searing bliss.
She hadn’t even caught her breath when Brandon straightened and pressed a voracious kiss against her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue. Em had never exchanged this intimacy with a lover, and Brandon seemed determined to share it with her. So she surrendered and welcomed him.
But she wanted more.
Thrusting her hands between them, she grabbed at the button of his slacks. He sucked in a breath as it came undone. The purr of his zipper lowering filled her ears, along with his moan. He shoved a hand into his pocket as she yanked his underwear to his hips, then dragged both garments to his ankles. A moment later, she heard the rip of foil and found him rolling a condom over his cock.
Em blinked as she watched. She’d thought he felt big as she’d rubbed against him. But seeing him? She wasn’t terribly surprised that he was long. At something like six foot three, Brandon was tall, lean, and athletic. But the girth of his c**k gave her pause. She’d read the clichés about penises that were supposedly several inches thick. She’d chalked it up to an urban legend or romantic drivel. She’d never seen a man packing that much in his Hanes.
Until now.
“Having second thoughts, Em?” he asked. His tight expression quietly suggested that if she said yes, it would kill him, but he’d accept it.
And honestly, she was—but not for the reason he imagined. Em hadn’t slept with another man in over three years. She’d broken up with her last boyfriend six weeks before Brandon had joined their team. Since then, she’d done her best to satisfy herself with fantasies of her boss, with a little help from her battery-operated boyfriend.
But this flesh-and-blood man was much bigger.
“No.” Her voice trembled. “I want this so bad.”
That was the unvarnished truth. She’d never in her life ached for a man this way. Most she could take or leave. Even as a teenager, she’d never had a crush on a guy that she’d thought would kill her if her feelings went unreciprocated.
Brandon had changed that, too.
He swallowed. “Me, too. I didn’t come here planning to even kiss you, much less get inside you. I…”