his balls and took one into her mouth. She used her mouth and tongue to gently massage it before moving to the other one.
“Oh, my sweet girl!”
While she pleasured him with her mouth, she dragged her fingernails across his chest and stomach and down to his thighs. She kept eye contact with him the entire time. She loved watching the pure, raw emotion on his face when he was in the throes of passion. He was usually so controlled, but not when she had her lips on his cock.
Cara could feel him twitching and swelling in her mouth. The muscles in his legs were tense, and she knew he was getting close even before he pulled her up by her shoulders and kissed her. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
He laid her on her back with her legs hanging off the side. Kneeling between them, he lapped at her swollen, aching clit, then nibbled on it gently. She felt her orgasm starting in her toes and she gasped for breath as it worked its way up. She squeezed Branden’s head between her thighs as she let out a little scream. Wave after wave of glorious orgasm rushed through her, but Branden didn’t stop. He rode out the orgasm, continuing to lick and suck until he’d wrung every last drop of response from her.
When she’d calmed, he cupped her bottom and shifted her higher on the bed. She saw him slip on the condom. Once he had the length of his throbbing erection covered, he draped her knees over his strong biceps and, still standing, plunged his cock into her. He moaned loudly, beginning to thrust quickly at first and then slowing down to keep them both on the very edge. As he moved in and out of her, he stared into her eyes. They rocked like that for a long time, both of them enjoying the simple pleasure of being connected.
Nothing else mattered. The rest of the world disappeared.
Cara licked her suddenly dry lips and said. “I’m yours, Branden. And you’re mine. Nothing can change that. Nothing.”
Branden froze, then he began thrusting harder. Faster. His head was thrown back and his breaths were so ragged they could hardly be doing him any good. Cara had to grab hold of the comforter and hold on tight as he bent down and gave her all he had.
“Come again for me, angel,” he moaned. “Now. Come with me.”
Her body exploded at his command, and then he stiffened and shook, groaning with his own release.
Moments later, he covered her mouth with his and cupped her face so he could stare into her eyes. There was an intense desire reflected in their depths. A feral gleam of possession. Even so, when he kissed her, he did it softly, cherishing what he held in his arms. Acting with the implicit intention to protect what was his.
She. Was. His.
Chapter 26
Branden pulled the sheet over Cara so she was covered. He smiled, placed a soft kiss on her lips, then said, “We should get dressed. I want to be prepared for anything when Lee calls me back.”
Cara nodded and slid out of bed. Swiftly, they dressed.
According to their plan, several of Lee’s men were supposed to watch from the D&M building’s security room and notify Lee, who would be waiting outside with more men, if anyone in the office, in particular Rafe Sampson or Larry Gills, suddenly became agitated or upset. In any event, if such person left and headed to Cara’s building, he or she was to be detained.
When they were dressed, Branden checked in with the bodyguard outside.
“No sign of trouble,” he said when he returned. “But Howe’s on red alert, as is the security guard downstairs.”
She felt a sudden chill and rubbed her arms. “My God. I feel so helpless here. Trapped.”
Branden pulled her in for a hug. “You’re not trapped. You’re safe. And until we figure out what the hell is going on, that’s how you’re going to stay.”
After holding her close for several minutes, Branden pulled away to look out her living room window. He examined the street below, then drew the shades. The tension in the air was palpable, the dim lighting symbolic of the pall that had overtaken them. They alternately sat or paced until Cara burst out laughing.
Branden looked at her, his expression wary.
“We don’t even know if anyone saw our little show. We can’t just sit here watching the clock, wondering when Lee