Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,80
Making plans isn’t a bad thing,” he said, shocking her.
“I can’t believe you’re thinking of having kids,” she said. Her womb jumped at the thought of kids with him. He wasn’t saying he wanted them with her, but she couldn’t help but imagine a beautiful little girl with his stunning eyes and intense gaze. What was wrong with her? She’d decided long ago she wasn’t going to have the white picket fence and little ones running around.
It had to be the holidays—she tried convincing herself. There was nothing else it could be. It was that or the pure exhaustion of a very busy month.
“I’ve been thinking about a lot of things from the moment I met you,” he told her as his fingers rubbed her cheek. Tears were fighting to escape her stinging eyes, but she pushed them away. This wasn’t the time to fall apart, and this wasn’t the night to think about what could be.
“You have to be careful saying things like that,” she told him.
His hand slipped from her hair and ran down her back. Pleasure surged through her as she tried to focus on the conversation the two of them were having. But a great sex life wasn’t one of their problems. She always went up in flames the moment he touched her.
“Why should I be careful? I’m saying what I feel,” he told her, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to one corner of her mouth before moving across her lips and kissing the other side.
“Because I might forget we’re not a couple,” she said with more honesty than she cared to share.
“Let me see if I can make sure you forget,” he said.
Brandon finally kissed her the way she wanted to be kissed, and Chloe realized she wanted to forget as much as he wanted her to. Wrapping her arms around Brandon, she held on tight while she kissed him back. This was three days in a row they’d been together, and she was moving dangerously into couple territory—and she didn’t care.
Standing up with her in his arms, Brandon confidently moved through the house, never taking his lips from hers. She wanted exactly that. She was tired but not too tired to make love to him again.
He set her down in front of the bed, and the look in his eyes made her feel so beautiful and desired. She was shaking before him as he reached up and slowly began undoing the buttons on her shirt. When the blouse was open and his fingers lightly brushed her skin, she shook beneath his touch.
She reached beneath his shirt and ran her hands up the solid muscles of his stomach and chest, sighing at how good it felt to touch him. It didn’t matter that they’d made love only a few hours earlier—it felt like it had been a month. That was how strong the need to touch him was. He stepped back a couple of inches and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it into the dark recesses of her room.
They were still wearing too many clothes. But she also couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of touching and looking at one another. The rest of their clothes melted away, and he pulled her into his arms. She relished the heat radiating off him and the thickness of his arousal pressing against her stomach. She needed to lie down with him, feel the weight of his body atop hers.
“Bed,” she murmured when he released her lips.
He smiled before kissing her again and then moved them and pushed back, both of them tumbling onto the top of the covers. They didn’t need them. They were heating up each other’s bodies just fine.
Chloe tugged against Brandon, not wanting an inch of air to separate them. She wanted it to be slow and beautiful, but with him so close, the urgency of her body began taking over. Her hands reached around him, her nails digging into the flesh of his back as she kissed him with hunger.
Brandon flipped them over, and she pushed her hips up. Yes. This was what she wanted. She felt the shake of his chest as she opened her eyes and saw him smiling. There was heat in his eyes, but there was something else there that almost terrified her. Could it be love?
“I want to taste you,” he said before moving his lips down her jaw and kissing her throat in a delicious path to her trembling breasts.