Strictly Professional (13 page)

She shook her head.

Her warm breath caressed the skin of his neck and he had to fight the desire rushing through his veins. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. Maybe if he heard the story of what went on, the need to lay her back on the couch and finish what they'd started earlier would dissipate.

“Tell me what happened.”

At first he didn’t think she would answer, but after a couple of moments, she cleared her throat and started to talk. “He came over here with me and I told him what my parents said about having a baby. He said he hadn’t had a marriage to his wife in a long time and that I’m the only one he’s ever loved. I tried to feel something—anything, but I couldn’t. His touch made my skin crawl.” Her hand released his shirt and trailed down his chest.
Ah fuck!
“Not like yours.”
Holy shit!

He grabbed her hand in his to stop her movement. “Savannah.”

She tipped her head back and he looked down into the deep pools of brown framed by her long eyelashes. “Hold me, Brandon. Just hold me.”

His heart stopped beating for a second before it slammed against his ribs. “All night if you want me to.”

Savannah pushed away from him and stood. She took his hand in hers, drew him to his feet, and led him into her bedroom. The light flipped on and her space greeted him. The soft pastels of the room reminded him of her and the soft side he’d seen when she had comforted Molly. Her bed had a white, wrought iron headboard and footboard with porcelain accents gracing each spindle. A stark white comforter with small pink flowers lay across the mattress and several small pillows with matching white and pink sat perched near the top.

He hadn’t realized it, but while he'd stood admiring her space, she’d stripped off the torn blouse and pulled a long t-shirt over her frame. She dropped her scrub pants to the floor and turned to face him. A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth and he felt like he’d been gut-punched. Her hand found his chest and he had to fight to breathe.

“I don’t want anything from you. Just wrap me in your arms and sleep beside me. I don’t want to be alone.”

Like he could tell her no. His body screamed to fuck her, pull her legs around his hips, and drive his cock deep into her pussy, but his heart said no. She needed him to be the white knight, the savior, and the all-around good guy tonight.

“Let me get rid of my shoes and socks.” He moved to the side of the bed, sat down, and pulled them off. He shimmied up near the top of the bed under sheet and said, “Come here.”

She slid into his embrace and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she snuggled to his side and placed her head on his chest.

“Brandon?”

“Mmm.” His fingers found a silky path down her arm.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“This.” She placed her hand on his heart and snuggled against him.

Several minutes later, her breathing became regular and he knew she slept.

* * * *

The sun peered through the faded curtains on the window, pulling him from his dream of Savannah wrapped against his side. His eyes opened slowly and he looked around the room, finally realizing he wasn’t home and the warmth snuggled to his side really was Savannah. The scent of strawberries met his nose and he inhaled slowly, savoring her sweet, intoxicating smell.

He let his hand wander down her arm and she purred in her sleep like a kitten as she fit herself closer still. The moment she came awake and aware of her surroundings became apparent when she stiffened in his embrace.

She tipped her head back and looked up. “Good morning.”

“Mornin'.’” He brushed the hair back from her forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, thanks to you.”

He fought a groan when her breast brushed against his side.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

She rolled away and he fought the urge to follow her into the bathroom. Once the door closed between them, he released a tortured moan and pressed one hand against his dick while he threw the other arm over his eyes.
Down boy!

The water rushed through the pipes and his expressive mind conjured up all sorts of images of her naked breasts, with their dark aureoles puckered tight and waiting for his mouth.

“Brandon?”

His eyes popped open and there she stood behind the door, peering around the corner. “Yeah?”

She chewed her lip for a moment before she said, “Would you like to join me?”

Air whooshed from his lungs and a groan tripped from between his lips. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

She nodded. “More than anything.”

The t-shirt whipped over his head before his hand found the button at his waist. He focused on her face and had to smile when she took her bottom lip between her teeth and skimmed down his body with her gaze. His jeans and boxers slipped to the floor and he walked toward her, his stiff cock bobbing against his stomach.

He flattened his palm against the door and she stepped back a couple of steps. Steam floated on the air from behind the shower curtain, making the hair near her temples curl from the humidity. His shaking hand reached out to graze her nipple and she tipped her head back with a soft moan. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Long hair fell in waves to the middle of her back and he couldn’t wait to wrap his hand in it. He touched the base of her throat with his lips, where her pulse beat like a bird trying to break free. Her skin felt soft and he fought to keep things slow. He had no idea how long it had been for her, but for him, it had been too long.
Too damned long.

He moved toward her ear and traced the shell with his tongue. A shiver rolled across her skin and he smiled against her throat. “You smell good.”

Her lips found his shoulder and she nibbled at his skin before she soothed the sting. She slipped her hand down his chest until her warm hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down. He grabbed her hand to stop her movement and she looked at him with a worried expression, like she’d done something wrong. “Babe, if you keep that up, this will be over way before I’m ready for it to be.”

She smiled, took his hand in hers, and led him under the stream of water. A moment later, he groaned when her slick, soapy hands slid across his chest. “You’re a witch.”

“Mmm...are you complaining?”

“Not in the least, baby. I love your hands on me.”

 
She forced him under the stream of water to rinse the stop away. “Good. How about my mouth?”

He didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but it did. It felt like it wanted to bust wide open when she dropped to her knees and took him between her lips. “Holy fuck, Savannah.” He wrapped his hands in her hair and slid his dick in and out of her mouth for several minutes before he forced her to stop.

Pulling her back up in front of him, he crushed her to his chest and devoured her, sliding his tongue deep inside the warm cavern to dance with hers. He moved along her cheek to her ear, whispering how fantastic she was and how much he wanted to be inside her. She moaned and pushed her breasts against him. He trailed kisses down her chest until he could take her nipple in his mouth and suck. Her fingers wound into his hair and held his head to her chest. One hand slid down her belly and she lifted one leg onto the ledge of the shower to open for him. He slipped one finger across her clit and she whimpered. Her swollen little nub beaconed for his touch, but he wanted to feel her grip him with her tight little pussy like she had at the hospital. Two fingers found their way into her channel and she rocked her hips.

“Brandon. Please.”

“Soon, baby. Soon.”

“I need you. God, please.”

He forced his fingers to slowly slip in and out of her hot body while she whimpered and quivered. “You are so hot—so wet. You feel incredible. I want you under me when I slide into that sizzling body of yours.” He almost took her right there against the shower stall when she shivered and shook as he removed his fingers from deep inside her.

Grabbing the handle of the shower, he shut the water off and pulled the curtain back before he plucked a towel from the rack and ran it over her breasts. His tongue followed the path of the soft cotton across her straining nipples, down her belly, between her legs for a single moment, then back up. When he finished, she gave him a saucy smile and flicked her tongue across his chest until she could nip at his flat disks. Not able to wait any longer, he picked her up in his arms and headed for the bed.

He followed her down onto the mattress, his lips fastened to hers and her arms around his neck. His hand found her breast again, rasping his palm across her nipple until she moaned in his mouth and arched her back. He kissed his way down her neck, flicking her nipple with his tongue for a moment before continuing down her stomach. Her breaths came in ragged gasps and he flashed a smile before settling between her thighs.

Her head whipped back and forth on the sheets while her hand found her breast. She rolled her nipple with her fingers and whimpered when he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Oh, God,” she whispered and lifted her hips.

One finger, then two slipped inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles grip him tight when he slid his tongue across her swollen little nub. It didn’t take long for him to feel her vagina start to quiver when her climax got close. He lifted his head and kissed his way back up her stomach while she wiggled beneath him, begging him with her eyes. He stopped above her, his mouth hovering over hers.

“I want you to keep your eyes open when I slide inside you. I want you to know who is taking you over the edge when you come around my cock.”

A tear slid into her hair and she arched her back when he pressed the head of his penis against her pussy. They both moaned softly when he slipped inside.

“Brandon, please. I want you to fuck me. Now—right now. Hard. God, please, hard. I don’t want soft. Not from you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest and he fastened his lips on hers before he pulled her legs up and over his arms. He rocked his hips and buried his cock to the hilt, deep inside her.

“Yeesss,” she purred. She lifted her butt off the bed and met him thrust for thrust.

“You’re so tight. You feel incredible wrapped around me,” he whispered against her neck.

The bed squeaked with each plunge. The slap of flesh against flesh sounded loud in the room, but he didn’t care. Savannah, alternating between whimpers and purring, had him on the edge of climax before he wanted to be, but he couldn’t seem to stop the rush.

“Come for me, baby.”

Her pussy clamped down on his dick so hard, he thought she would squeeze him in two.

“Oh, God. Brandon!” she screamed and her slick juices spilled out, running down between them.

Unable to hold back any longer, he plunged into her with a soft growl as he shot hot cum deep inside her.

He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled her scent while he tried to calm his rapid breaths. Muscles felt like limp noodles when he tried to move. Groaning softly, he slipped from her warmth and pulled her to his side. He stared at the ceiling above them and tried to wrap his mind around why she’d invited him into her bed.

* * * *

What’s he thinking?

Her fingers drifted through the smattering of hair on his chest while his heart pounded beneath her ear.

“Brandon?”

“Yeah.”

She propped herself up on her elbow. “Have you ever been in love?”

He shifted his gaze to the ceiling for a couple of moments before it came back to her. “Yeah.”