“Good. Can I…” She bit her lip again, and Brandon wanted to kiss it and make it all better. “Can I do something to you that I’ve been dying to?”
“I’m all yours.” He rolled to his back and spread his arms wide.
She rose on her knees above him, her long, golden hair draping over her shoulders, brushing the slopes of her br**sts and her ni**les. Fuck, that was hot. But the vision of Em didn’t just tug on his cock. Her tentative but curious expression hit him further north, square in the chest.
A moment later, she braced her hands on his shoulders, then ran her palms down his chest. She scraped her nails across his ni**les, and he hissed. He was sensitive there, always had been. But her touch did something extra to him. When she followed the touch by dragging her hot little tongue across his nipple, Brandon thought he might come out of his skin.
Em nipped and sucked, tweaked and flicked. He closed his eyes. Arousal grew, climbed, until it clawed through his system. He groaned, bucked, his c**k so hard now, it raged for her attention.
Brandon had engaged in nothing but casual sex for years. But nothing he was having with Em felt casual in the least. A need to take her, possess her, raged inside him. He was seconds away from turning caveman, from shoving her on her back and pumping her full of his c**k until they both came.
Then Em clasped his erection again in her deft little hands. She bent, and her mouth followed. His world tilted. Oh god. He was going to die. The wet, hot silk of her mouth was going to kill him for sure. But he’d do it with a smile on his face.
Brandon groped around for something to fist. He couldn’t find the blankets. He settled for Em’s golden hair—and he used it ruthlessly, controlling the pace of her mouth over his throbbing dick. He pushed her faster, deeper, listening for any sounds of distress. She only moaned. Raising his hips, he f**ked her mouth wildly. Such a tight fit. And she wasn’t panicked or struggling. Em moaned and tried to take more, relaxing her throat. When she swallowed around the head of his cock, his eyes damn near rolled into the back of his head.
“Take me, Em,” he growled. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
The way she panted around him, the flare of her tongue running up the underside of his dick, the long moments she spent laving that one sensitive spot just under the head, the grip she used to hold the inches she couldn’t fit into her mouth, her little whimpers as she caressed his balls with tender fingers—they all stacked up, threatening to break down his control.
She’d keep going if he let her. She’d suck him to orgasm and swallow him down and expect nothing in return. Em was used to giving him what he wanted in a professional capacity. Over the years, he’d seen her support and help others, rarely having her kindness reciprocated. By not seeing her feelings and needs, he’d already hurt her over the last three years. Brandon refused to hurt her again now, especially when she felt uncertain and fragile.
“Em.” He gently tugged on her hair to lift her heavenly mouth from his cock. Another day, he’d definitely want more of this. The thought of her sucking him off at his desk lashed arousal through his gut. It was unprofessional…but sexy as hell. Now just wasn’t the time.
“Is something wrong?”
When he looked at her swollen pink mouth and dilated eyes, it was all Brandon could do to maintain his self-control. He drew in a ragged breath.
“No, baby. Come here.” He opened his arms and pulled her closer, gratified when she snuggled her naked body against his. “Your mouth felt so good, but I want today to be about you.”
“Why can’t it be about us?”
The question seemed so simple, but those pretty hazel eyes of hers looked unsure. God, how could he erase her doubts and prove to her that he was serious?
Serious? Hell, he had no idea where this was going. An hour ago, she’d simply been his secretary. When he’d first touched her, he hadn’t thought of anything beyond getting inside her. Then minutes ago, he’d been pondering an office fling. Now…implications of later were crashing in on him. She wasn’t a f**k. As hungry as he felt for her now, it could be weeks, maybe months, before he’d had enough. But when he looked at Emmy, all disheveled and flushed, he wondered if he’d ever be able to get enough of her.
“You’re right.” He cupped her cheek. “Today should be about us.”
It should be about filling her up with as much desire as she’d given him. About…bonding. He’d never imagined that he’d want to do that with anyone except Kayla, but not having the woman weighing him down any longer was freeing. He could move on, fall for someone else.
When Em smiled up at him, Brandon couldn’t resist her. He covered her lips with his, then sank into the heavenly warmth of her mouth. Em was so soft everywhere and had br**sts straight from heaven, heavy and firm with wide pink ni**les. Her hips filled his hands. She’d gloved his c**k so tightly, and the sex had been amazing. But his desire for her wasn’t really about that, at least not totally. He plain liked her and admired her wit, ambition, and loyalty. Her goodness had always pushed him to do and be better.
“I lost you somewhere,” Em whispered. “Look, if you’d rather not do this—”
“That’s not it. I realized this weekend that I’d wanted Kayla because she was stunningly beautiful and totally forbidden. The reality was, she was prone to drama, wanted to blame others for her problems without acknowledging how her own choices played a role, and she enjoyed being cared for more than she cared for anyone in return.”
“Still, you cared about her.” Em shrugged, but Brandon could see that it hurt her to say those words.
“I wanted to help her, and she was a beautiful woman, but I think I couldn’t let her go mentally because, for me, she was all tangled up in disappointment and guilt. I f**ked up a deep friendship with Jack Cole to be with Kayla, and in the end, she ran off without a word. I was angry. She left me to take care of everything, pick up all the pieces. I assumed that to hurt so much, I had to be in love.”
“It makes sense,” Em said supportively. But she was pulling away.
Brandon grabbed tight. “But I see now that I didn’t respect her. So I could never be in love with her—ever. But I respect the hell out of you. I always have.”
Em tried to suppress it, but her hopeful smile did something to Brandon’s heart. It flipped in his chest as he reached into her nightstand and grabbed the box of condoms. He tore it open and grabbed a few out, placing them on the nightstand.
Her eyes widened, and he grinned. “You say when, baby. Until then, I’m not letting you out of bed.”
A kittenish smile crossed her face. “Promise?”