Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,37

thought of it, because she was delirious in her need for them to come together.

And then she couldn’t think anymore. He surged forward, pushing deep inside her, and Chloe nearly lost consciousness at the pleasure of them being connected again.

“I need you so bad, baby. I’ll take my time on the second round,” he promised before his head descended again, and he mimicked the movements of his lower body with his tongue diving in and out of her mouth.

She felt the buildup of pleasure as he surged within her before pulling all the way out and pumping back inside over and over again. She lost all meaning of time as they connected, and she was lost in the only man she’d ever truly desired.

Her pleasure exploded through her as she threw back her head and cried out, the orgasm ripping through her, the gratification too intense for her to handle. Somewhere in the fog of her mind, she felt him surge deeper and faster inside her before he tensed, and she felt him pumping his own release.

Brandon collapsed on top of her, and Chloe raked her fingers up and down his slick back as she relished the weight of him. This was her favorite moment of sex, this moment when they were still one, basking in the pleasure of being together, fully sated. She wished she could hold on to it forever.

“That was amazing,” he told her with a satisfied sigh.

“Ditto,” she replied.

Several quiet moments passed before he shifted, then stood to dispose of the condom. At the loss of Brandon touching her, Chloe wondered if regret would set in. It didn’t.

She knew beyond a doubt that this night would forever sit with her, and she knew that she was falling in love with the man. But she also knew she had to leave. There was no way for the two of them to simply slip into this role of boyfriend and girlfriend. It was far too complicated.

Chloe sat up and reached for her clothes. She had her bra and shirt on when he returned to the room, his eyes instantly narrowing.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he stalked toward her with purpose.

“I’m going home,” she told him, making sure to keep emotion from her tone.

He dropped down to his knees, his arms caging her in against the couch. His eyes searched hers. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to see, but she was still feeling satisfied. There wasn’t sadness or panic—at least not yet. She wasn’t sure if that would come later or not.

“We aren’t finished,” he told her. He leaned down and kissed her still-naked thighs, and unbelievably, Chloe felt heat spark again in her core. She pushed against his shoulder.

“I’m going home, Brandon. That was wonderful, and I can honestly say I haven’t felt anything like it since . . . well, since the last time we made love. But I’m going home now,” she finished strongly and then was relieved when he backed away.

He was stunning as he kneeled before her, completely comfortable in his nakedness. The man was gorgeous. Of course he was comfortable in nothing but his birthday suit.

“I don’t want you to go,” he told her, his lips set in a firm line.

“That’s not your choice to make,” she replied.

She stood and slipped on her panties and slacks, almost enjoying the heat in his eyes as he gazed up at her. Seeing him in front of her on his knees, his body hard and glistening, was almost enough to make her change her mind. That told her more than anything else that she needed to get the heck out of there.

“Why don’t I come home with you, then?” he suggested as he stood and reached for his pants, sliding them on without bothering with underwear. Her knowing there was barely anything covering that most beautiful part of him made her core grow even more hot and wet. She shook her head.

“Nope. I’m leaving now,” she said. Her clothes were in place, and she began the fairly long walk back to the kitchen, where she’d left her purse and keys.

Brandon didn’t say anything else as he followed her, but she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. Her body had been reawakened, and even his breath was sending tingles all the way through her.

She grabbed her keys, and he stopped her from taking another step with nothing more than his hand on her arm. She schooled her expression