you.”
She licked her lips. “I thought we weren’t going to have sex again until we knew each other better.”
“You never knew your father, you don’t talk to your mother and you have no siblings. You love your friends, are loyal, funny and sexy as hell. You favor milk chocolate over dark, crave coconut cream, hate being used, don’t like rich assholes—which obviously excludes me—and use Dylan Warren as your therapist. Oh, and you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”
She just stared at him.
“Ask me any question you want to know. I’m an open book.”
She didn’t know what to ask.
“I like you. A lot,” he admitted. His words warmed her from the inside out, because he wasn’t looking at her body, but her eyes. “You’re so funny and snarky and sweet too, when you’re not telling me to kiss your ass and rejecting my apologies.”
Her cheeks heated, and he grinned.
“I know I’m not the only one feeling things between us. Am I?” He sat down in a large leather armchair and tugged her down into his lap, forcing her to straddle him.
She felt his erection beneath her, sensed the heavy rise and fall of his chest so close to hers. He tucked her legs on either side of him and pulled her tighter against him, putting her crotch in direct contact with the hard, hot part of him.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I can’t help it, Faith. Around you, I’m perpetually hard. But I don’t just want you for your body. Despite what you might think, I didn’t bring you back here to take advantage of you. I’m not taking off my clothes tonight. Period. I want you to trust me.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say, because she couldn’t think much past the need to have him inside her again.
“What about me? What do you know about me?” he asked and nuzzled her neck.
She sighed as she felt his lips over her throat. “You’re amazingly skilled with that mouth.”
He chuckled and ran soft kisses along her neck to her ear. “What else?” He nipped her earlobe, and she instinctively ground over his lap. He groaned. “Faith?”
“You love your sister and mother but don’t like your dad. You have friends and must be a somewhat okay guy because Sydney thinks you walk on water.”
“Good old Sydney.” He rubbed her lower back, his hands precariously close to her ass.
“You’re not a bad speller, you’re fun at parties, and you’re a stand-up guy,” she said truthfully, acknowledging to herself she respected him. “You’re wealthy but don’t act all stuck up. Oh, and you’re not that great at bowling.”
He squeezed her ass. “Not nice.”
She gasped and moaned when he arched up into her. “And you have a really big cock.”
“Damn, Faith. I’m trying to be good, here.”
She chuckled when he let her go and leaned back against the couch. “Good? So that hard-on riding against me is what? A peace offering?”
“How about a peace pipe? Would you smoke it?”
She laughed, entertained by the frustration in his tone. “Hmm. I wonder if I could fit my lips around it.”
“Fuck. Don’t tease,” he rasped.
“I can’t do that because you’re not taking off your clothes, so you said.” Had she ever had so much fun torturing a guy before?
Brian tilted his head up and grinned at her. “Nope. Not me.” Then he pulled her close and kissed her, giving her what she really wanted. “God, Faith. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Hmm. You’re not so bad yourself.” She sighed into his mouth, wishing she didn’t have to go in to work tomorrow. “I need to get home.”
“Yeah. You do,” he agreed but continued to sip at her lips. Small kisses and nips that stoked her desire. “I said I wouldn’t take advantage. I won’t, even if it kills me.”
He kissed her again, a deep exploration of her mouth that encouraged her to take as much as give, until they both gasped for breath. Brian cupped her breasts in his hands, and she cried out when he squeezed her nipples.
“That’s
She licked her lips. “I thought we weren’t going to have sex again until we knew each other better.”
“You never knew your father, you don’t talk to your mother and you have no siblings. You love your friends, are loyal, funny and sexy as hell. You favor milk chocolate over dark, crave coconut cream, hate being used, don’t like rich assholes—which obviously excludes me—and use Dylan Warren as your therapist. Oh, and you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”
She just stared at him.
“Ask me any question you want to know. I’m an open book.”
She didn’t know what to ask.
“I like you. A lot,” he admitted. His words warmed her from the inside out, because he wasn’t looking at her body, but her eyes. “You’re so funny and snarky and sweet too, when you’re not telling me to kiss your ass and rejecting my apologies.”
Her cheeks heated, and he grinned.
“I know I’m not the only one feeling things between us. Am I?” He sat down in a large leather armchair and tugged her down into his lap, forcing her to straddle him.
She felt his erection beneath her, sensed the heavy rise and fall of his chest so close to hers. He tucked her legs on either side of him and pulled her tighter against him, putting her crotch in direct contact with the hard, hot part of him.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I can’t help it, Faith. Around you, I’m perpetually hard. But I don’t just want you for your body. Despite what you might think, I didn’t bring you back here to take advantage of you. I’m not taking off my clothes tonight. Period. I want you to trust me.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say, because she couldn’t think much past the need to have him inside her again.
“What about me? What do you know about me?” he asked and nuzzled her neck.
She sighed as she felt his lips over her throat. “You’re amazingly skilled with that mouth.”
He chuckled and ran soft kisses along her neck to her ear. “What else?” He nipped her earlobe, and she instinctively ground over his lap. He groaned. “Faith?”
“You love your sister and mother but don’t like your dad. You have friends and must be a somewhat okay guy because Sydney thinks you walk on water.”
“Good old Sydney.” He rubbed her lower back, his hands precariously close to her ass.
“You’re not a bad speller, you’re fun at parties, and you’re a stand-up guy,” she said truthfully, acknowledging to herself she respected him. “You’re wealthy but don’t act all stuck up. Oh, and you’re not that great at bowling.”
He squeezed her ass. “Not nice.”
She gasped and moaned when he arched up into her. “And you have a really big cock.”
“Damn, Faith. I’m trying to be good, here.”
She chuckled when he let her go and leaned back against the couch. “Good? So that hard-on riding against me is what? A peace offering?”
“How about a peace pipe? Would you smoke it?”
She laughed, entertained by the frustration in his tone. “Hmm. I wonder if I could fit my lips around it.”
“Fuck. Don’t tease,” he rasped.
“I can’t do that because you’re not taking off your clothes, so you said.” Had she ever had so much fun torturing a guy before?
Brian tilted his head up and grinned at her. “Nope. Not me.” Then he pulled her close and kissed her, giving her what she really wanted. “God, Faith. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Hmm. You’re not so bad yourself.” She sighed into his mouth, wishing she didn’t have to go in to work tomorrow. “I need to get home.”
“Yeah. You do,” he agreed but continued to sip at her lips. Small kisses and nips that stoked her desire. “I said I wouldn’t take advantage. I won’t, even if it kills me.”
He kissed her again, a deep exploration of her mouth that encouraged her to take as much as give, until they both gasped for breath. Brian cupped her breasts in his hands, and she cried out when he squeezed her nipples.
“That’s
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