cry. Loved knowing he was giving her pleasure. Making her lose control.
“Oh, Branden,” she said, throwing her head back against the cupboard as he entered her with a finger and began to swirl it around inside her. Her moans grew louder and more intense and her body quaked. She was on the verge of having an orgasm.
He slipped a second finger inside and went deep as her body shook and she cried out his name a second time. As he felt her tighten around his fingers he pushed in and out, harder and faster. She screamed out his name as the orgasm hit her, and he could feel her tightening around his fingers. She continued to move her hips and he left his fingers where they were until she shuddered again and her body went slack.
Finally sliding his hand out of her, he leaned in to kiss her, then pulled his pants and boxers down and let them fall to the floor.
When he broke the kiss she said, “Do you want to move this into the bedroom?”
“Soon, Cara. Soon.” When she nodded, silent, he stripped off his shirt and tie, then, after grabbing a condom from his wallet, sheathed himself. Then he put his arms around her and lifted her off the counter with her legs wrapped around his back. He carried her over to where the wall was solid, and in one motion he slammed her back against it and entered her. She was so wet that he slid all the way in. Cara cried out again and he felt the scrape of her fingernails down his back. He gripped her ass tightly with both hands and thrust, pumping in and out of her as he held her suspended against the wall.
God, this was good.
“I love being inside you, Cara,” he whispered.
She held on to him tightly and kissed and licked his bottom lip in response, sucking it in and running her tongue along it as she held it in her teeth. He moaned, and folded his arms underneath her ass and slipped her up so that his cock was barely inside of her and her breasts were where he could get to them with his mouth. He sucked on her nipples, thrusting his hips harder, but given their position he could only fit about half of his cock inside her. He needed more, so he reluctantly pulled back from her breasts and let her body slide down so that he could once more press his full length inside her. While he kissed her, she moaned and he could feel the vibrations of it against his cheek.
He had only intended to play with her in the kitchen, get her worked up a little bit, but he couldn’t make himself stop.
“What are you doing to me?” he growled, knowing there was no answer.
“Branden,” she moaned. “You. It’s…it’s you.”
With each stroke, a fire in the pit of his stomach grew hot, and as he grew closer to climax, Cara thrust her hips into him harder and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He felt that familiar pulse and surge of blood that signaled he was ready, and when his body began to shake it seemed to trigger something in hers. She shook with him and pulled her mouth from his, crying out as another orgasm tore through her. Seconds later he groaned loudly while he experienced his own.
When they both stopped shaking, he lowered her slowly to the floor and kissed her softly on the lips.
And had to ask himself, what the hell had just happened?
Chapter 18
Cara finally had her tea, not that she was complaining. Tingles from their encounter in the kitchen still rushed over her, but she forced herself to focus on the here and now. After they’d both climaxed, they’d shakily dressed again, and she’d poured herself a cup of tea and Branden a Scotch and soda. Now she was seated on the couch in his living room, her feet in his lap and a teacup cradled in her hands. She couldn’t help thinking how nice the evening had been and how “domestic” it had felt.
How lovely it would be if every night could be like this one.
And that thought alone worried her immensely.
Cara had never really been interested in a man enough to think about living with him. And she wasn’t kidding herself now. Whatever was happening with Branden was a temporary thing that would eventually burn itself out, probably as soon as they figured out what