Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,68

She sat there unable to stop her own smile. His joy was infectious.

“I’m not exactly arrogant, but I know I don’t look as if I’ve been hit by a train,” he admitted. “But your beauty outshines me any day of the week,” he told her. His eyes drifted over her face and lower. She felt as if he were caressing her. The dress wouldn’t hide much, so she shifted as she felt her nipples harden and ache for his touch. The man had power even when he wasn’t touching her.

“I forgot to add you’re a smooth talker,” she said, her voice slightly husky.

“It’s not smooth when it’s true,” he said.

Luckily Jen brought their food over right at that moment. Chloe was more than happy to have the conversation interrupted. She’d begun almost joking, but there was truth in her words. Most jokes had a bit of truth in them. Not all, but most. And when she was as high strung as she was at the moment, she needed something to save her.

Their meal was delicious, and their talk was lighthearted as they ate, drank, and chatted about easy things. It was probably the nicest night she’d had in a long time. The woman playing the piano was setting the mood for the place that was now packed, and Chloe was glad she’d come out with Brandon.

It wasn’t going to be good for her mental health being in this intimate setting with him, but maybe her spirit needed it. She was a woman, and there were desires only a man could fill. Maybe there were things in her life only Brandon could fill. That was a scary and humbling thought.

Jen came back and cleared their plates, and Brandon whispered something in the girl’s ear. She grinned big before slipping away.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

He just smiled as he stood up and held out a hand.

“What are you doing?” she said more insistently.

“Trust me,” he said.

She realized as he held out his hand and beckoned her with his eyes that she did trust him. She wasn’t sure why, as she’d always believed trust was something that had to be earned over time, but she did trust this man. He hadn’t done anything to her to prove she shouldn’t.

She didn’t say anything else as she gave him her hand and let him pull her to her feet. He moved the two of them over toward the piano just as the music changed to an intimate love song. The woman began singing in a low melodic voice that was made for lovers.

Brandon cradled her close, and she laid her head against his chest, the rest of the world falling away as he smoothly turned her in the small space.

“I guess you had Jen put in a request,” she said with a sigh.

Brandon let go of her hand and cradled both of his behind her back. She lifted hers and put them behind his neck, allowing her fingers to rub against his hot skin and up into his hair.

They were quiet for the first song and kept dancing along to the next. A few other patrons joined in, each couple in their own little world. Chloe was so content at the moment she didn’t understand why she’d been fighting Brandon as long as she had. Maybe it had been stubbornness and maybe self-preservation. Whatever it was, she’d lost the battle—at least for now.

“For such a class clown, you have some very smooth dance moves, Brandon,” she told him in a whisper against his neck that made a shudder pass through his body, which made her feel feminine and powerful.

“I enjoy the feel of you in my arms, your sweet curves pressing against me. Dancing is a prelude to sex, you know, and obviously we’ve never had any trouble in that department.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was wishing they were alone, where they could strip away their clothes and finish this dance horizontally. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. She sighed in bliss.

He pressed harder against her lower back as he wiggled his hips, and she felt his hard arousal pushing into her. The ache she’d been feeling the entire night went into the danger zone. She wanted this man so much she couldn’t function without him inside her.

His hands slid over the back of her dress, dipping dangerously low as their swaying slowed. Their eyes were locked together, and they were speaking