“I know, but I wouldn’t change it. My bedroom is at the end of the hall.”
He shook his head before she even finished speaking. “Too far away. I’ve got to f**k you now.”
How did he plan—
Before she completed the thought, he bent and lifted her, shoving her back tight against the wall, holding her in place with the hot weight of his muscled body. She squealed and gripped his shoulders as he aligned himself with her swollen folds. Standing up? Here? Now?
His c**k nudged her wet pu**y. He quickly found her opening and tucked the head inside her. That touch filled her with electric need, as if she hadn’t just had the monster orgasm of a lifetime minutes ago.
Then suddenly, he loosened his grip on her hips and let gravity do its work. She sank quickly onto the impaling breadth of his cock. Her breath hitched once, twice, again… God, he filled her so full, she thought she might burst. Her gaze flared wide, and Brandon watched her with a dark smile crossing his face.
“You feel me, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted. How could she not? She stretched and burned. And even through the pain, it felt so good.
His smile turned a little warmer, then he kissed a path along her jaw. “You’re so tight. You’re like heaven.”
He moaned and edged his hips away, withdrawing. Friction screamed along her sensitive nerve endings. Everything inside her ratcheted up again, and it was like she’d never come at all.
If she let him, Brandon would do all the work—and control the pace and depth of their lovemaking. But she wanted to get dirty with him, drown in him. She intended to enjoy this while it lasted.
Grabbing his face, she plastered her lips across his, then plunged into his mouth. He didn’t resist a bit, merely opened wide to take her for a long, electric second. Then the jarring of his thrusts overtook everything. She wriggled on him, feeling her insides heat up, her br**sts bounce, her pu**y clamp down on him.
“You feel so f**king good,” he growled against the curve of her breast. “How were you right in front of me for this long, and I didn’t see you?”
Exactly what Em wanted to know, but she couldn’t speak. Every drag of his c**k inside her hit so many sensitive nerves that it made her nearly mindless. With each move, he stimulated her G-spot and bumped her cervix. She tightened, tightened, held her breath…
“Brandon…”
“You’re going to come, baby, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching that pu**y on me. So responsive…” He pumped her harder, his fingers digging into her hips, and he moved under her in short, rhythmic strokes. “I’m not far behind you. Let go, and I’ll catch you.”
Em gave him a shaky nod and squirmed as he plowed into her again and again. He brushed her clit with every stroke. Still sensitive from her last orgasm, it didn’t take much more to shove her to the precipice. And then she heard nothing but her heartbeat hammering in her ears, felt nothing but the pleasure crashing through her body like a maelstrom as he thrust deep, groaning long and low, the sound dripping with satisfaction.
His knees began to give way at the same time his arms did. Brandon pulled free of her body as she slid down the wall to her feet. The question of her own legs supporting her was touch and go, but she braced one elbow on the bar beside her and managed to stay upright. In front of her, Brandon put his hand on his hips and tried to catch his breath.
And it hit her. She’d just let her boss—former boss—fuck her in her foyer. Now what? Em hoped like hell he didn’t regret it. That would hurt. She might later, but for different reasons. Right now, she was basking in the closeness they’d just shared and praying that he wouldn’t throw on his clothes and run out as if his ass was on fire, then exit her life forever.
“What the hell happened?” He braced his hand on the wall above her, looking down into her eyes.
As she did anytime he got close, she lost herself in his searing, dark gaze. Her stomach tightened with nerves. Was it wrong to want him all over again, at least to be close to him for a while longer? If he didn’t want to have sex with her again… well, she hadn’t expected it in the first place. But a hug would be nice.
Needing contact, she reached up to touch his bare chest, as she had only minutes ago. But now that the passion was spent for the moment, she had no idea what he thought. If he was done with her. Everything felt awkward. Em lowered her hand.
She lifted her chin. “We got carried away. I won’t say I’m sorry.”
“Hell, I’m not sorry. Just stunned.” He frowned, then took her hand, squeezing it. “Let’s find the bedroom.”
Did he want to have sex again?
Tamping down her excitement at the idea, she guided him down the shadowed hall. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, his gaze met hers with a probing expression. He was going to want to talk, and she didn’t know what to say. Didn’t the puddle of clothes they’d left behind and the passion they’d spent say enough for now? Dear god, was he going to bring up Kayla?
When they reached her bedroom, he pulled back her sage green comforter and settled her between the ivory Egyptian cotton sheets. Normally, all that soft thread count comforted her, but she watched, tense, as he prowled into the adjoining bathroom.
A moment later, he emerged, condom gone. He lifted the sheet and settled in beside her, watching her intently. She’d known him long enough to guess that he wanted to hear what she was thinking. Em didn’t know what to say.
“Obviously, we have a lot to talk about,” he murmured. “Let’s start at the top. You were quitting because of Kayla’s visit?”
Em swallowed a ball of nerves. Wow, he got right to the point. At work, he was politically savvy and found really gentle ways to phrase delicate matters. Not so now. His directness was disconcerting, but if he was going to be straight with her, she might as well do the same. After all, three years of suppressing her feelings hadn’t gotten her anywhere.