his luck.
When she kissed him, he was convinced that nothing would ever go wrong in his life again.
Liz wound her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion sheâd shown earlier. She smelled sweet and spicy, the scent of soap mingling with the heat of her own arousal. That she was excited by him made him even harder. His arms were full of her softness and heat, the flames of the firestorm dancing between them and over them, lighting everything with its golden glow.
He wanted this magical moment to last forever.
He kissed her less gently this time, kissed her deeply, and loved how she responded to his touch. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, and he felt her rise to her toes. This time she did rub her pelvis against him, and Brandon nearly lost it.
The heat of the firestorm raged through his body, firing his blood and inciting his passion. She openedher mouth to his kiss, demanding more of him as she hadnât earlier, and Brandon would give her all he had. Their passion sparked, heating the air around them. Brandon felt their hearts pound as one again and reveled in the sensation. This was kismet, up close and personal. Liz was everything he wanted and he was going to ensure that she felt the same way about him by the time they were done.
He caught her up in his arms and headed for the doorway, assuming this was her apartment. The bed was unmade, probably because sheâd just gotten up, but the sheets smelled of clean laundry and Lizâs skin. There was no better aphrodisiac for Brandon. He sat on the edge of the bed, cradling her in his arms, loving the feel of her buttocks against his thighs. She kissed him hungrily, spearing her fingers through his hair and holding him closer.
Brandon kissed her neck, her ear, her throat, wanting to taste her from head to toe. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down the straps of her slip. Her breasts were freed of their lace prison and he filled his hands with them, bending to take one nipple in his mouth.
Liz moaned in pleasure. She arched her back, displaying herself to him in a way that drove him crazy. He pushed the slip down to her waist and feasted on her breasts, teasing each nipple to erection and making her writhe in pleasure. He loved how responsive she was, the fact that he could please her so much making him yearn to give her more. He was harderand thicker than heâd ever been, but he was determined to wait.
Even if it killed him.
There would only be one first time for them, and no matter how many more times they were together, the memory of this night had to be perfect.
He bracketed her waist in his hands and eased her back on to the bed, kissing her belly as he did so. Liz grabbed the slip and tugged it over her own head, tossing it aside, and Brandon paused to look at her. He ran his hands over the length of her, admiring that she was both sleek and feminine.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he murmured, watching how the light of the firestorm danced between his palms and her body, turning her skin to gold as if she did have that tan already. âPerfect,â he added, then slid down the length of her. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and bent to taste her sweetness.
Her moan of pleasure nearly drove him out of his mind.
But heâd drive her crazy first.
Liz was lost in a realm of pleasure and didnât want to ever find her way out of it. Brandon touched her with the mix of tenderness and surety that she was already associating with him, the combination making her want more and more. He caressed her, he stroked her, he teased her nipples so that they were aching and hard. He kissed her as sheâd never been kissed before.
And when he went down on her, she thought she would explode. Sheâd never gotten naked so fast and felt passion rise so quickly, but the power of this moment was overwhelming. Liz had denied her instincts for so long that she had no intention of stopping the tide
When she kissed him, he was convinced that nothing would ever go wrong in his life again.
Liz wound her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion sheâd shown earlier. She smelled sweet and spicy, the scent of soap mingling with the heat of her own arousal. That she was excited by him made him even harder. His arms were full of her softness and heat, the flames of the firestorm dancing between them and over them, lighting everything with its golden glow.
He wanted this magical moment to last forever.
He kissed her less gently this time, kissed her deeply, and loved how she responded to his touch. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, and he felt her rise to her toes. This time she did rub her pelvis against him, and Brandon nearly lost it.
The heat of the firestorm raged through his body, firing his blood and inciting his passion. She openedher mouth to his kiss, demanding more of him as she hadnât earlier, and Brandon would give her all he had. Their passion sparked, heating the air around them. Brandon felt their hearts pound as one again and reveled in the sensation. This was kismet, up close and personal. Liz was everything he wanted and he was going to ensure that she felt the same way about him by the time they were done.
He caught her up in his arms and headed for the doorway, assuming this was her apartment. The bed was unmade, probably because sheâd just gotten up, but the sheets smelled of clean laundry and Lizâs skin. There was no better aphrodisiac for Brandon. He sat on the edge of the bed, cradling her in his arms, loving the feel of her buttocks against his thighs. She kissed him hungrily, spearing her fingers through his hair and holding him closer.
Brandon kissed her neck, her ear, her throat, wanting to taste her from head to toe. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down the straps of her slip. Her breasts were freed of their lace prison and he filled his hands with them, bending to take one nipple in his mouth.
Liz moaned in pleasure. She arched her back, displaying herself to him in a way that drove him crazy. He pushed the slip down to her waist and feasted on her breasts, teasing each nipple to erection and making her writhe in pleasure. He loved how responsive she was, the fact that he could please her so much making him yearn to give her more. He was harderand thicker than heâd ever been, but he was determined to wait.
Even if it killed him.
There would only be one first time for them, and no matter how many more times they were together, the memory of this night had to be perfect.
He bracketed her waist in his hands and eased her back on to the bed, kissing her belly as he did so. Liz grabbed the slip and tugged it over her own head, tossing it aside, and Brandon paused to look at her. He ran his hands over the length of her, admiring that she was both sleek and feminine.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he murmured, watching how the light of the firestorm danced between his palms and her body, turning her skin to gold as if she did have that tan already. âPerfect,â he added, then slid down the length of her. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and bent to taste her sweetness.
Her moan of pleasure nearly drove him out of his mind.
But heâd drive her crazy first.
Liz was lost in a realm of pleasure and didnât want to ever find her way out of it. Brandon touched her with the mix of tenderness and surety that she was already associating with him, the combination making her want more and more. He caressed her, he stroked her, he teased her nipples so that they were aching and hard. He kissed her as sheâd never been kissed before.
And when he went down on her, she thought she would explode. Sheâd never gotten naked so fast and felt passion rise so quickly, but the power of this moment was overwhelming. Liz had denied her instincts for so long that she had no intention of stopping the tide
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