Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,70

of them being connected.

She began to move, slowly swirling her hips as she lifted up and down and did a little circle thing that was making his head spin. She leaned lower and bit his shoulder, muffling a scream.

“I’m losing it,” he said as he held her close.

“Yes! Let go,” she demanded. She whirled her hips again, then cried out against his shoulder as her insides clutched him over and over again.

He steadied her hips and thrust up into her a couple more times, then threw his head back with a groan as he released deep inside her. They sat there together shuddering as they shook in pleasure.

“That was just to get us home,” he said, his voice gruff and his body only partially sated.

“I agree. I want so much more.”

She climbed from him, and he instantly felt empty. She reached into the glove box for a napkin and cleaned up as best she could inside the truck as he pulled up his pants, not bothering to button them. They were coming off again the second they walked in the door of his house. He planned on making her come again and again, all night and the next day.

After turning on the truck, he slammed his foot into the gas pedal, determined to make it home in half the time it had taken them to get to the restaurant. He made the mistake of looking over at her when they came to a stoplight, and she had such a look of lust on her face he felt himself hardening all over again.

Their eyes met, and she licked her lips, making him groan. She leaned over the divide between them and ran her tongue along his ear before whispering, “I want more.”

“What is going on with this traffic?” he thundered as he tried getting around some vehicles.

She sat back in her seat and giggled. “It is the day before Christmas Eve,” she told him.

“Which means they should be home wrapping, not clogging up the streets.” He was losing it and was sure someday he’d see the humor in it, but at the moment he just wanted her home. They’d never go out to eat again—just stay in, where he could get her to his bed as fast as humanly possible.

“I wonder how many other people are on the road right now, their bodies hurting as they try to find the nearest bed,” she said as she wiggled on the seat next to him. “I’m hurting, I want you so bad.”

“If anyone near us was this achy, they sure as heck wouldn’t be standing still in the middle of the road,” he disagreed.

“Maybe they just did what we did,” she suggested with a smile as she reached over and ran her finger from his chin, down his chest, and over his abs, then circled his pulsing flesh. He jumped.

“We might be finding a dark alley if you don’t stop doing that,” he threatened.

“Promises, promises,” she said with a wicked laugh. She squeezed him for a moment before sitting back in her seat and moaning as she ran her hands up from her stomach and over her luscious breasts.

He was losing it—and fast. If they hadn’t had their time at the parking lot, he might’ve come in his pants. She turned him on that much.

They made it out onto a long stretch of road, and the traffic magically parted. Thankfully she stopped trying to seduce him before they ended up in a car crash. It was still the longest drive of his damn life.

When they reached Cranston, he turned a corner, practically on two wheels as he screeched to the front of Chloe’s place. He’d been meaning to go to his, but hers was about a minute or two closer, and with the way he was feeling, that was an eternity.

He didn’t even look at her as he jumped down from his truck and ran to her side of the vehicle. She had just gotten her seat belt undone when he wrenched the door open and pulled her out, taking her into his arms and kissing her hard.

She staggered back when he released her, and then he took her hand and led her up the walkway to her house. “Dig the keys out while we’re moving,” he told her.

Her fingers trembled as she searched in her thankfully small handbag. She was shaking too much to undo the lock, so he took the keys and did it himself, noting his own fingers had a