Here I Am (Arabesque) - By Rochelle Alers Page 0,62

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She didn’t give Brandt the opportunity to react when she lowered her legs, turned to face him, unsnapped his cutoffs and, reaching between his thighs, captured his sex and held it firmly in her fist.

He gasped loudly, then groaned as she masturbated him. He hardened quickly. “Recite the Pledge of Allegiance, Brandt.”

“I…I…pledge…”

Ciara’s hand moved faster, squeezing him, then slowing. She eased her grip. “I can’t hear you,” she taunted.

Brandt closed his eyes, threw back his head and surrendered to the rush of heat pulling him down into an undertow of the most exquisite ecstasy imaginable. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted like a litany. “There’s no yes in the pledge, darling.”

The expression of pure carnal pleasure on her lover’s face elicited an intense throbbing between her own thighs. Brandt opened his eyes at the same time as a gasp slipped past her lips, the smoldering flame in his eyes kicking her heart rate into a higher gear.

One moment she was sitting on the edge of the tub and the next she was on Brandt’s lap, his hardness inside her. Swept up in a maelstrom of burning desire and out-of-control passion, she rode his erection like someone possessed.

Up and down.

Around and around.

Back and forward.

Brandt’s arms circled her body, molding her to his chest so closely that not even a sliver of light could penetrate. Ciara was so hot, so wet and so good. Each time he penetrated her he nearly lost his breath when her flesh closed around him like a glove a half size too small.

He took her mouth with a savage intensity that matched the sexual mayhem in his groin. His hands moved to her buttocks, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as pleasure, pure and explosive, ripped through his lower body.

Love flowed through Ciara like warm honey. She leaned into Brandt when waves of erotic pleasure scorched her body. Brandt had awakened her dormant sexuality and she couldn’t get enough of him. Her tongue dueled with his for dominance, rousing both to peaks of desire that threatened to incinerate them whole. The tremors began, vibrating liquid fire as an orgasm held her captive. She let out a moan, the first of many as the orgasms kept pace.

Brandt’s body jerked, jumped and shuddered violently as he released himself inside Ciara, breathing out the last of his passion into her mouth. It wasn’t until he felt the secretions leaking from her that he realized the enormity of what had passed between them. He’d made love to Ciara without protection.

Ciara took a deep breath, held it until she felt her lungs burning, then let it out slowly. “Brandt?” The name was a whisper.

“Yes, baby?”

“Are you… Do you have an STD?”

Brandt wanted to laugh, but the situation in which he’d found himself was much too serious. “No.” He wanted to tell Ciara that he’d never contracted a sexually transmitted disease, but she hadn’t asked. She let out a sigh. “Aren’t you concerned about getting pregnant?”

Easing back, Ciara gave him a mysterious smile. “No. We dodged a bullet. I’m expecting my period.” If she could count on just one thing, it was her menses coming on time. “What’s the matter, darling? Surprised you haven’t seen any of my multiple personalities because I’m PMS-ing?”

Brandt rolled his eyes upward. “Are you ever going to let me live that night down?”

He, Jordan and Alexander had fallen asleep on the rooftop, waking up after three in the morning and groggily making their way inside. Jordan found Aziza asleep in one of the guest bedrooms, and Alexander fell facedown and fully dressed across the bed in another room.

It was the morning after their guests had departed that Ciara read him the riot act, calling him sexist for his PMS remark. He’d apologized, exhibiting enough remorse to garner an Oscar, but something in the way Ciara looked at him said she wasn’t convinced of his sincerity.

“No.”

“That’s so wrong.”

“What would be wrong is if I found myself pregnant because of bad timing. I’m going on the Pill.”

“What would you do if you did get pregnant? Would you keep the baby?”

Ciara struggled with the uncertainty Brandt’s question had aroused. The possibility of becoming pregnant when she dated Victor hadn’t been an issue, because she’d been fitted with an intrauterine device.

“I don’t believe in abortion.”

“That’s not what I asked you. Would you give my baby up for adoption?”

“It wouldn’t be your baby or my baby,” she countered angrily, resenting the tone in his voice. “It would be our baby and if we