Love Shack (Tiny Houses, Big Hearts) (17 page)

A small knock behind her back had her heart pounding into her throat.

“Felicity? If that wasn’t what you wanted to happen, I’m sorry. I misread you. Please come out.” He knocked again. “You’re not throwing up are you? Because that would really put a damper on my memory of that.”

Shaking her head, she opened the door. Normally people step back when someone opens a door. Brandon stepped forward.

He kept coming toward her until she was up against the quarter sink.

“Did you enjoy the kiss?”

With him this close, she couldn’t straighten her thoughts enough to lie. She just nodded.

“You wanted me to kiss you?”

A slower nod this time.

“I want to do it again.”

His lips were on hers a second later. His hands pulled her off the sink and she leaned into him for support. He didn’t go right for her shirt this time, his hands were roaming over her clothes with a light touch, and he kept the kiss slower. It drove her even more mad.

Letting go of the edge of the sink, she wound her fingers in his perfectly styled hair. She was messing it up, and the strands softened as she worked through the layer of product he used. She realized his hair was like silk underneath the creams and gels. She twirled her fingers in the strands as she massaged her tongue against his.

She barely noticed when he backed them both out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She squeaked when he picked her up and sat her on the counter. She was now grateful for the higher ceilings Tom had insisted on. Because when he gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled, she had room to lift her arms and take the offending garment off.

She tossed it into the bathroom and wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn’t think about this being a bad idea, because she couldn’t think at all. Brandon pressed between her spread legs and slid her against him on the counter. She was so hot for him, her body took over any rational thought of stopping what was building.

She felt the breeze as he tugged up her skirt and rolled the fabric at her waist. He pulled her close again, and there was one less layer between her pussy and the hard cock she wanted inside her more than air.

Felicity wrapped her arms around his back to hold on as he began the slow descent down the column of her neck. She panted as his mouth dipped to the edge of her bra. His tongue licked just below the hem and she cried out when his hands worked together to unhook the bra and drop the last barrier away.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and held her snug between his teeth while his tongue flipped the nub hardening from all his attention.

Felicity grabbed for his shirt. There were too many buttons, and she didn’t want to take the time to think about what they were doing as she pulled each one through the loop. She gripped the edges between the button loops and yanked them apart.

She’d only seen it done in movies, but now she realized it was even hotter when she did it to Brandon. The buttons popped and skittered across the surfaces and her arousal ratcheted higher with each ding.

Brandon worked off his cuff links and pulled his hands from the sleeves as she pushed the garment down his shoulders. As Felicity leaned back, her nipple popped from his mouth and she yanked his undershirt over his head.

His chest was just as stunning as it was the first time she’d seen him ready for bed. His skin was redder this time. He was flushed with desire and wine, and when she leaned forward to lick his nipple, he grabbed her hair to show just how much desire he had. She was about to reach for his buckle when he beat her to the third base punch.

Instead of opening his pants, she could only hold on as his fingers started teasing her opening through the thin barrier of her soaking wet panties.

She peppered kisses all over his chest and up his neck as he rubbed his finger along the elastic, testing the stretch of the fabric. Using his thumb, he worked the small triangle aside and his fingers began to stroke her wet folds.

Felicity pulled his ear between her teeth as she hissed her approval when he began to slowly slide two fingers inside her wet cunt. He moved so slow she thought she would die of frustration.

He moaned when she bit down harder on his ear, and grabbed him through his pants. With his skin still between her teeth she panted, “I need you to fuck me.”

His hips thrust against her hand from her words. He wanted this too.

“We can’t.”

Her head started to clear. He wanted her, and she wanted him. What was the problem? But she wasn’t one to force herself on anyone. “If you’ve changed your mind, I understand.”

“I don’t have any condoms. I want inside you so badly, but I don’t have anything with me.” He thrust harder against her hand. “Believe me. I only have one mind at the moment, and you’re only a few strokes away from getting its brain cells all over my pants.”

Felicity leaned forward and grabbed her purse off the hook on the staircase. She rifled through it for a second as Brandon kept the slow slide of his fingers moving forward. That was why she fumbled for another second before pulling the condom from its pocket inside her bag.

She held it up and the gold foil glinted in the light. “Now…will you fuck me?”

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, and Felicity dropped the condom on the counter and held on for dear life. She hadn’t been with a man in a while, but this was better than she remembered. He rotated his hand so his palm was up and his thumb began to stroke her clit. A few circles from the pad of that thick digit, and she came apart, literally, in his hands.

Her nails dug into the skin on his back as she rode every wave of her orgasm on his hand.

“I’m hoping you still want more.”

She was about to say hell yes, she wanted more of that, but before she could get the words out, Brandon pulled back from her.

He pulled his fingers from her and began to work the tiny panties down her legs. Once he got them off, he pulled her ankles forward and apart. She slid on the counter, until only half her ass was balanced on the stone.

Before she could get her footing back, her legs were thrown over his bare shoulders, and all she could do was hang onto his hair as he dipped his head and began to lick her still sensitive flesh.

His tongue slid tiny figure eights around her clit and opening, but she couldn’t begin to tell him how he was igniting her entire body before he sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and pushed his fingers back inside her.

Her head fell back against the cabinets and her hands fell to her sides to hold herself up. Her hips pressed forward as he thrust his fingers faster, and she fucked his face because the wave of pleasure she rode wouldn’t let her do anything less. Just before she went over the edge again he slowed his pace. She tried to catch her breath as he stood, but then she realized his pants were off.

To unbuckle and unzip while giving that kind of head…the man deserved an award.

He also deserved some recognition for the beautiful cock he stroked with the same hand still wet from her orgasm.

He stared at her opening and she couldn’t speak. She just spread her legs wider.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Her hands went to her clit. He’d worked her up so close. It wouldn’t take more than a fast touch and she’d come while he watched.

Not knowing if that was what he wanted or not, she couldn’t make herself care as the orgasm began to build.

She rubbed herself faster as he stroked his cock. A drop of precome formed at his head as he pumped. Her pussy cried out at being empty and she couldn’t help but press two fingers inside herself to ease the ache.

“Please, Brandon.” She begged. “I want to come with you inside me.”

“You will. But come for me like this first.” He finished stepping out of his pants and watched her hands work.

His shoulders bunched at the tension as he stroked himself, but Felicity stared into his eyes and watched him watch her. She felt the wave crest and just before she went over the edge his gaze snapped to hers. She came harder than she’d ever come at her own hands while he watched her ride through the spasms. She was gasping at the intensity, but couldn’t look away from him.

As her waves of pleasure ebbed, her eyes finally rolled upward and that was when he sprung into action.

A couple steps and his cock was pressing against her pussy as he leaned over and grabbed the condom. It was on in seconds and without any time for her to recover, he impaled her.

Her pussy shook around the invasion and she loved every ripple, because she could feel him hardening even more inside her. She thought she was going to be able to handle it, but then he started to move. There was no gentle descent from this orgasm. There was no time to catch her breath. With the fabric of her skirt still rolled into the elastic at her waist, they fucked on her counter with abandon. She climbed higher than she thought possible this quickly and when his hands gripped her so tightly, she unraveled beneath him.

Her whole body shook as he held her together through her climax. While she was still vibrating with pleasure, he pumped one last time before he held them both still and pressed deep to go over the edge himself.

Neither of them breathed until he pulled back enough to rest his forehead against hers.

“Wow.” He exhaled the word.

Felicity nodded, because she didn’t think she could talk at the moment.

All the passion faded and a big raging case of “what the hell did we just do” enveloped them both. She could see it in his face as he pulled back. It was almost as if he didn’t realize she was naked until then. Hopping down, Felicity unrolled her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. After he turned away to dispose of the condom, he grabbed his pants and slipped them back on with his underwear inside in one fast stroke. He was smoothing down the hair she’d enjoyed messing up as he finally faced her.

“That was intense.” He stopped talking when he saw she wasn’t wearing her shirt.

Once he found her bra and shirt on the floor, he handed them to her without looking in her eyes. Somebody obviously thought this had been a mistake.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Halston? Sober up enough that you realized you were fucking your project?” She threw her shirt and bra on the counter. Felicity held her head high and even her breasts seemed to glare at him over crossed arms.

He had a hard time looking upset as he kept getting distracted by her nipples, but he still managed to let her know he thought this shouldn’t have happened. “We got drunk. We’ve been in close quarters. I should have had better control of myself. It was amazing, but it wasn’t a smart thing to do.”

“Do you always do the smart thing, Brandon?” She dropped her arms and stalked toward him. She could still feel the muscles around her pussy aching where he’d taken her with more passion than she’d ever experienced.

“Obviously not.”

“Is it so bad that you had sex with me? Because right now, you’re killing my afterglow.”

He gaped at her like a fish out of water. “No! No, it was great. It’s just…It’s not…”

Felicity went about cleaning up the dishes and putting a topper in the remainder of the wine bottle.

Brandon kept stammering, until he finally was able to get out, “Shouldn’t you put some clothes on?”

“Why?” She hung up the glasses on the rack to dry and tucked the wine bottle in the fridge, making sure to lean in until she got a chill. When she turned around, her nipples puckered and demanded Brandon’s attention. If he was going to be an ass, she was going to be a tease. He’d wanted this too. If he wasn’t man enough to admit it, she would prove it to him.

“Because you look cold.” He gestured to her breasts. “And if we don’t want this to happen again, clothing is probably a good idea.”

“What is your problem?” She walked up to him until he backed up to the very counter he’d just taken her on. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he groaned. “Am I good enough to fuck when you can claim you were drunk, but in the light of day, you don’t want to be seen with me?”

“It’s not daytime, and we’re about to be business associates with regards to this loan. It’s not professional. Tom assumed we were together, and it was all I could think about when we came inside, and…” He stopped talking when Felicity began to run her hands up his chest. “What are you doing?”

Her fingers played in the perfect dusting of hair on his sculpted pecs. It had been so hard and fast a moment ago, she hadn’t had time to play. If he was going to be an ass, she was going to take her pleasure and do whatever the fuck she wanted. He obviously didn’t think she was worth being with unless there was no one who’d find out. She’d show him what he was missing.

“I like your chest.”

“Yours is pretty nice too.” He shook himself. “Aren’t you mad that I took advantage of you?”

Okay. She was done. Her hands dropped and she did reach for her clothes.

“You didn’t take advantage of me. We had sex. I had a few orgasms. You only had one. I figure I came out on top of the deal.”

She grabbed her iPad as she made her way to the other end of the trailer. She wished it was bigger. She didn’t have anywhere to get away from him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven