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For a moment Jaia was startled by the abrupt shift in him, then the feel of his lips registered. She closed her eyes, sinking into the kiss. Her belly flipped at the way he cradled the back of her head with one hand, possessive yet tender, his other arm banded tight around her back, as though he couldn’t get close enough. He tasted like cinnamon and cardamom.
She took his face in her hands, needing to convey how much she cared and wanted him. Brandon made a low sound and angled his head. His lips clung to hers. Molding to them, sucking gently before gliding his tongue across her lower one.
She parted for him instantly, stroking her own against his. Molten heat pooled in her core, a dizzying rush of desire burning everything away but the hunger he’d ignited.
One more searing kiss and he stopped abruptly, easing back to stare at her.
Her heart pounded out of control, her body humming with desire. The blazing heat in those blue, blue eyes took her breath away, the need she saw reflected there mirroring her own.
She wound her arms around his neck and flattened herself to the front of his hard body, the heavy pulse between her legs making her rock against the bulge in his jeans. Her whole world had been turned upside down with Sukhi’s death and spiraled farther and farther out of control.
Brandon was the only stable thing in it. The only bit of safe, solid ground she had found to stand on.
She needed this. Needed him.
For once she didn’t want to think, or remember all the terrifying, crazy things that had happened. She only wanted to feel, to break her own rules—with him.
As if he sensed her mental surrender, Brandon let out a soft growl and wrapped both arms around her hips. An instant later he was lifting her and standing.
Not wanting to let go of him for even a second, she locked her legs around his waist and grabbed his shoulders for balance, gliding her tongue against his, fingers digging into hard muscle she couldn’t wait to explore properly.
Everything else faded away as he carried her into the darkened bedroom. Her back touched the mattress, then his warm, heavy weight blanketed her from chest to thigh. She moaned at the feel of him, the unmistakable ridge of his erection nestled between her thighs.
She’d never experienced this level of desire before. Had never rushed into anything physical before. Brandon made her want to throw all caution aside, her instinctive trust in him guiding her actions.
Make me forget. Even if it’s just for tonight.
Brandon braced himself on his elbows, his hands tangling in her hair, tongue gliding along hers in an erotic dance that made her whole body pulse. He nipped at her lower lip, sucked and licked at it, then his lips burned a searing path to her chin, down the side of her neck, pausing to drag his tongue along a sensitive spot that made her gasp and arch.
One big hand eased down over her shoulder, his fingers gliding over the outer curve of her breast. With a needy sound she pushed into it, her nipple a tight, hard bud beneath her shirt. He plucked at it through the thin cotton, sending a hot wire of sensation straight to her core.
She gasped and grabbed his head, urging him lower, needing to feel his mouth where his fingers were so talentedly stimulating. He pushed the bottom of her shirt up until cool air washed over her bare, heated skin. She shivered at the feel of his stubble scraping gently across her breast, the anticipation unbearable, then felt the velvet stroke of his tongue over one rigid peak.
She hissed in a breath and closed her eyes, arching, shuddered as the heat of his mouth closed around her taut nipple. A shaky moan slipped free, her body suddenly desperate, out of control. She hooked her thighs around his, rubbing the pulse between her legs shamelessly against his erection, craving the friction she needed so badly.
Brandon refused to be rushed. He took his time, moving from one breast to the other, his fingers continuing to squeeze and torment one nipple even as his mouth moved lower.
She released him long enough to reach down and push at the waistband of her sleep pants, helped him work the material down her legs and off. The caress of his fingertips on her bare inner thigh on the way up made her legs quiver, the tension low in her belly coiling tighter.
Please, she urged silently, dying for him to touch where she needed it so badly.
His lips skimmed over her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel just as his fingers finally skimmed along her slick folds. She gasped, held her breath. Waiting.
“I’m gonna taste you, Jaia,” he breathed against her skin. She couldn’t see his face well, but she could feel the magnetic, erotic power of that stare locked on her even in the dimness.
She plunged a hand into his thick, short hair, the other grabbing hold of his shoulder to steady herself, the need too sharp, too intense. The first exquisite, warm caress of his tongue dragged a broken moan from her throat.
Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.
Maybe she’d babbled it out loud, because he made a soothing sound and delved deeper, gliding upward to find the swollen bud of her clit. He paused there, softened his tongue.
Oh god...
A slow, hot caress, the pressure teasing her heightened nerve endings. She lifted her hips, unable to control herself. She craved this with every fiber of her being. Needed him and release from this terrible tension he’d created in her.
He hummed in approval and flicked his tongue against her. Sweet, hot fire streaked through her. Turning her muscles and bones to liquid. She was panting now, little whimpers coming from her throat, her thigh muscles trembling.
“Want me to stop?” His voice was like dark velvet, stroking over her senses as surely as his tongue did along her most sensitive spot.
“No,” she gasped out, her heart thundering out of control. All she could do was cling to him, her muscles tensing tighter, tighter, her body preparing to fly.
He shifted between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider. She felt pressure at her opening, then the slow, easy thrust of his fingers as his tongue fluttered over her clit.
Pleasure rolled over her, pulling her under. She babbled something, her voice tight, desperate as the rest of her as he stroked her inside and out, his free hand toying with a hard nipple.
The orgasm rose inside her like an inescapable tide. She moaned, quivering, suspended on that knife-edge for endless seconds. His touch was so sure, so perfect, the unhurried caress of his tongue and his deep rumble of encouragement too much.
She shattered, her cries echoing around them, clinging to him as the wild pleasure tore through her. The strong pulses gradually faded, softening to ripples. She pushed weakly at his shoulder, too sensitive for more.
He leaned up to press a hot, firm kiss to her abdomen and eased his fingers from her. “That was so fucking hot, Jaia,” he whispered.
It had been incredible. He had been incredible. Now she wanted to return the favor. “Come here,” she whispered, tugging at his shoulders.
He came to her willingly, met her lips and immediately took over the kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue, a slightly tangy essence mixing with the cinnamon and spices from the chai she’d made them.
She couldn’t get enough of touching him. His body was like a classic sculpture come to life. Warm, hard ridges and contours of muscle for her to explore. She ran her hands over him, savoring the masculine landscape, his sheer power, then eased a palm between his legs to find the thick bulge in his pants.
He growled against her mouth, nipped at her lower lip. “Touch me,” he rasped out.
Her heart squeezed at the naked need in his voice. She undid his fly, pushed the denim down over his hips and reached between them, curling her fingers around his hot, rigid length. He groaned and pushed into her hand, kissing her more aggressively.
She met every stroke of his tongue, squeezing and sliding her hand around him. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough, for either of them. She wanted to make this strong, incredible man lose control.
“Roll over,” she commanded. “I want to taste you too.”
He turned, shifting to his back beside her. She pushed up on an elbow, kissed him one last time and continued to stroke him with her hand as she worked her way down the long, lovely line of his body. His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers gliding through her hair.
She paused just below his navel, touching her tongue to the line of hair there before dipping down to stroke it over the fat head of his cock. He made a deep, primal sound of pleasure, his fingers tightening in her hair.
She licked him again, swirling her tongue around the underside of the crown, wishing she could see his face. His eyes. She could feel that hot gaze on her, the darkness adding another layer of intimacy.
“Jaia,” he gritted out.
A secret thrill shot through her as she gave into the gentle pressure of his hand and slowly enveloped him with her mouth.
“God,” he muttered, the muscles in his belly contracting sharply under her palm.
Oh, he liked that. She did it again, but harder. Slower. Dragging her tongue against the sensitive crown.
“So good,” he whispered. “So fucking good, Jaia.”
He tasted good. Salty and masculine.
She loved doing this to him. Loved giving him so much pleasure that his muscles bunched. She circled the base with her hand as she sucked him, maximizing the contact.
Groaning low in his throat, he fisted her hair, the pressure creating a slight sting across her scalp. “Don’t stop.”
The low, ragged command sent a new wave of heat rushing through her. She kept going, following the motion and rhythm he seemed to like best. “Take me, baby.”
She would. All of him he would give her.
A minute later he tensed, his breath catching, hips arching, then let out a ragged groan and started pulsing against her tongue. She swallowed, staying absolutely still while the orgasm tore through him.
Brandon collapsed back with a deep sigh, the grip on her hair easing. His fingers curled inward. Stroking, gliding along her scalp in a slow, drugging rhythm that had her eyelids growing heavy.
“Come here,” he murmured.
Those big, powerful hands closed around her shoulders and urged her up the length of his body. Jaia went willingly, cuddling closer.
He cupped the back of her head, urging her face into the crook of his neck. She snuggled in, her softer frame nestled into the hard planes of his body.
The thoughts she’d been trying to ban earlier were all there in the back of her mind, threatening to rush in. She shoved them back, refusing to let them intrude and destroy this perfect moment of peace.
Brandon banded a heavy, muscular arm around her, his palm splaying across the center of her back. He held her to him tightly, his slow, even breaths warm against her temple. She closed her eyes and sighed, soaking in everything about this stolen time with him.
Safe. She felt so incredibly safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could ever touch her again.
Unfortunately, she knew all too well that it was only an illusion.
