to touch more, kiss more. He wanted more of her, period.
Their clothes were obstacles he wanted to be rid of. He needed to feel their naked bodies together. He needed to feel those luscious breasts and hard nipples pressing against his chest.
He let out a growl, a sound he couldn’t recall making before. He undid the two buttons on her jacket and pushed it off. There were too many buttons on her shirt and they were tiny, causing him to fumble. Shaking with need, he grabbed hold of the top of her shirt, right where the bow was, and ripped. Her buttons flew across the floor, causing a tap-tap sound as they did. She didn’t seem to notice. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and tore that off, as well.
He picked her up again, but this time didn’t nudge her gently against the wall.
She’d demanded he take her.
So he would.
Need riding him hard, he slammed her against it and held her there as she tightly wrapped her legs around the backs of his legs, kicking her shoes off as she did. He could feel her wiggling against him, trying to feel his erection against her pelvis as his mouth covered one of her breasts. She put her hands on the sides of his face and pulled him into her. He took as much of her breast in his mouth as he could while using his tongue to flick and lick and tease her nipple. He was sucking roughly, and he had her pinned tightly against the wall so she couldn’t move. It seemed to excite her because she moaned low and long.
He vowed he was going to make her scream his name.
Cara blinked when Branden abruptly set her on her feet. Heat filled her veins, weakening her knees, and she reached for him before realizing he’d backed away only to pull off his shirt. As the fabric slid over his pecs, she realized he was even more gorgeous and ripped than he’d been in that video. She reached out to touch his chest, but before she could, he lowered his head and began to hungrily devour her breasts even as he unzipped her skirt and pushed it down, leaving her in her lacy thong. She shivered, and he manipulated her nipple with his mouth, switching attention from one to the other, working them between his lips before pulling back to flick them with his tongue. Sucking then licking. Sucking then licking. Again and again he repeated the pattern, going back and forth between each of her breasts as if to treat them fairly.
The harder he sucked and the more he used his teeth, the wetter she got between her legs. She was on fire there, craving the same kind of attention her breasts and nipples were getting. She ran her hands slowly up his arms and down to his chest but he stopped her by grabbing her arms and holding them down as he continued his sweet torment of her nipples.
She pulled in a ragged breath. God, how was it she’d come this undone with a man? How was it she’d all but ordered him to take her, instead of accepting the drink and snack he’d offered? This wasn’t her. At all.
But it was, her conscience countered, refusing to let her be dishonest with herself. She’d wanted to be with a bad boy, to be bad, all her life. That’s what her crush on Tony Spokane had been about. And now this gorgeous, sexy, amazing man wanted her.
She’d held her world so steady all these years. Worked hard to make life better for her, her mother, and her brother after her father’s financial, emotional, and physical collapse. She’d managed to quash the wild side of her, but it had only led to an unwavering feeling of satisfaction with her life. And it had taken this man to make her acknowledge that dissatisfaction and do something about it.
What she felt for Branden was more than a desire for sexual release. Her vibrator could do that for her. No, this need, this want, was about the man who held her in her arms. Who was teasing her nipples into taut, tight buds.
A man who intrigued her. Who made her feel safe even as he exuded an air of danger. The lure of letting him be strong for her had her shaking with want. With need.
Sensing her distraction, Branden raised his head and stared down at her with a fierce expression. “Having