The Predator (20 page)

Security lights shone brightly off the sides of the building, sending a warm, yellow glow into the street below. The silence of the night was only broken by the gentle crashing of the surf in the distance and the occasional vehicle passing by.

Nerves continued to bounce around inside her belly, and despite Brandon’s teasing she was still uncertain about getting naked with him. She hoped he’d let her switch out the lights.

Drawing her inside, he led her across the open plan kitchen and living room and brought her up against the kitchen counter top. Taking her into his arms, he pressed his mouth against hers and eased the tension inside her with gentle pressure from his lips.

The kiss was warm and sensual. He took his time, as if re-imprinting her taste and texture on his memory. Alex tightened her arms around his neck and basked in the familiar smell and feel of him. It was like coming home.

She sighed against him and all at once, her inhibitions melted away.

This was Brandon. Her husband. The love of her life. She’d never expected to find herself in his arms again. She intended to savor every minute.

Pressing herself against him, she returned his kiss with all the passion that was overwhelming her. She felt his momentary surprise, but he quickly embraced her enthusiasm and kissed her like he could never get enough.

“Oh, God, you taste so good. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of kissing you again.” His desperate admission sent a shaft of desire zinging through her nerve endings and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, urging him on with silent ministrations.

He pulled away and slid her jacket from her shoulders. She stood still, breathing heavily, while he unbuttoned her blouse and carefully spread it open. His eyes glowed with desire as he feasted on the sight of her breasts, encased in a lacy white bra, spilling over with every one of her breaths.

“God, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than in my dreams.”

He reached out with tentative fingers and traced the outline of her breasts. She shivered from the contact and her heart thudded with desire.

His hands crept lower and spanned her waist, his thumbs stroking the side of her hips. She reached up and pushed his jacket off his shoulders and then went to work on his tie.

Suddenly impatient, he moved her hands aside and made quick work of his clothing. Within minutes, he stood before her in nothing but his boxer shorts, the evidence of his desire clearly outlined against the silk fabric.

His face filled with hope and a touching vulnerability. “I want you so much, Alex. I want to see you naked. Please?”

The last word was said with such sincerity, she melted. Stepping forward, she laid her palms against his chest, relishing the feel of his muscled warmth. She ran her fingers through the light scattering of golden hair, evoking erotic memories of other times.

Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue across the hard pebbles of his nipples, loving the way he groaned against her touch.

Growing bolder, her hand wandered over the taut flatness of his belly and then lower. She closed her fingers over his erection. His breath hissed.

“Oh, God, sweetheart. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of you doing that.”

His words filled her with a sense of power and she caressed him with long, sure strokes. He was rock hard and trembling with need. The flames of desire fanned hotter inside her and her clit throbbed with need.

She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together in an effort to stem the surge of passion and need. He smiled tenderly, lovingly, and pulled her close.

His hands went around her back and found the button and zipper on her skirt. As if in slow motion, her skirt fell open and slid down her hips to the floor. She stepped out of it and carefully eased her stockings down.

Brandon watched her, his eyes heavy with desire, as little by little, she exposed herself to him. He growled low in his throat when at last, she stood before him in nothing more than her bra and matching panties.

He stepped forward and almost reverently placed his hand against the softness of her belly. Massaging the skin with his fingers, he walked around behind her and pulled her back hard against him. She twisted in his arms and reached up and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him with all the fire burning her from inside.

He met her passion head-on, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and claiming her as his own. His hand moved upwards and cupped her breast inside her bra, his fingers tugging at her nipples. She gasped at the sensation. His mouth continued to plunder hers.

Pressing back against his hardness, she moved her bottom up and down, pleased when he moaned in response.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.”

Nodding her assent, she squeaked in surprise when Brandon picked her up and made his way down the hall. Embarrassed, she tugged at his arm.

“Please, Brandon. Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

“Quiet, woman,” he growled. “I want to carry you. It’s been way too long since you were in my arms. Besides, you weigh next to nothing.”

Before she had a chance to respond, he’d reached the bedroom. He released her slowly, sliding her down the long, hard length of him.

Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Desire ignited in his eyes. His hands went to her breasts, cupping them in his big palms. His fingers teased her nipples and then he leaned down and took one into his mouth.

Alex gasped and arched her back, savoring the sensation of wetness and heat. He must have remembered she’d always loved being loved this way. His fingers continued to knead and tweak while his mouth worked its magic.

“Please, Brandon, please,” she breathed.

“Please, what?” he murmured against the heat of her skin.

“Please, I want to touch you. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

His eyes darkened with emotion, but his body stilled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! I want you. I need you… I-I love you.”

He groaned and gathered her up in his arms and lowered her gently onto the king-sized bed that took up most of the room. In some distant part of her mind, she noticed it was different than the red cedar bed they used to share.

He rolled her onto her side and pulled her in hard against him. His lips found hers, his tongue teasing and tasting her mouth. She threaded her fingers into his hair and held on, giving back as much as she took.

His erection pressed against the softness of her belly. She moved against it, the need between her legs growing. She moved up higher until the head of his cock nudged against her entrance.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s been awhile for me, too. I don’t want it to be over before it’s started.”

She smiled softly, pleased he hadn’t been in and out of bed with just anything that happened by. Her hand closed around him. “How long?”

He groaned again. “How long? You have to be kidding? What does it matter? I love you. I always have. Now, quit talking. I’m busy.”

With that, he flipped her onto her back.

She gasped when he slid his body down the length of hers and settled between her thighs. His head lowered and she nearly came off the bed when his tongue lathed her with long, firm strokes.

“
Mm,
you taste so good. Just like I remember.”

Alex squirmed, grasping at the bed sheets as he continued to love her with his mouth. Heat coiled, tight and hot in her clit where his mouth continued to plunder.

“Brandon, please,” she moaned, almost unable to stand the exquisite torture.

“Please, what, Alex?”

“Please stop. I-I can’t stand it.”

“You want me to stop?” he murmured, suckling at the little hard nub of flesh until she thought she would die.

“Yes! No! I want you inside me. I need you inside me.
Now
!”

Lifting himself up, he supported his weight with his arms on either side of her body. His cock nudged at her wetness. “Do you want me?”

She opened her eyes and stared at him. “Fuck me.”

With a strangled groan, he thrust into her, filling her up and stretching her wide. She gasped and he hesitated. Her nails dug into his back, urging him on. She clung to his shoulders, meeting each hard thrust of his body.

The tension between her legs continued to build until it became unbearable. She tightened her arms around his neck and used her legs to cling to his hips. He pounded into her, his body hard and taut. His face was strained as he climbed toward his own release.

“Yes, Brandon, yes. Oh, God, yes!” Her heart pounded. Her clit throbbed. Waves of pleasure cascaded through her as she reached her climax. Gasping, she tried to catch her breath.

Brandon’s thrusts became more frantic. His hold on her tightened almost painfully. She watched his face take on a fierce look of concentration. With a groan of relief, he found his release.

Collapsing on top of her, he exhaled heavily and then rolled onto his side, dragging her with him. They lay in silence, listening as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Alex felt unaccountably shy and uncertain. She’d just had sex with her husband. Fantastic, incredible, mind-blowing sex, but what was she supposed to do now? What was she supposed to say? What did he want her to say?

“You’re thinking too much, Alex. Let’s just enjoy the moment for what it is and talk about it later.”

Heat flared in her cheeks and even though he couldn’t possibly see the evidence of her discomfort in the dimness of the room, she ducked her head.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m feeling a little weird, too. But in a good way.” He tightened his arm around her. “In a
great
way.”

“
Mm
, me too.” She snuggled against him. She was so relaxed, she felt like she could float away.

He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Go to sleep,” he whispered.

* * *

The sun had barely lifted its head above the horizon when Alex stirred and woke. Disorientated, she looked around the room and then her gaze fell on Brandon.

He lay sprawled across the bed, his arms flung above his head, his face a picture of innocence.

Memory returned with a jolt and with it, desire.

She glanced at the illuminated dials of the clock on the nightstand and noted the time. If they were quick, she could probably enjoy another interlude with her handsome husband before work.

The thought brought a smile to her lips. Her hand wandered across the wide expanse of his naked chest and then moved lower. He moaned quietly, but his eyes remained closed.

She reached for the part of him that had given her so much pleasure and tightened her fingers around him.

His arm snaked out and dragged her in close beside him. “Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to get burned,” he murmured, eyeing her with a grin.

“Who said I didn’t want to get burned?” she quipped and stroked him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’m a big girl. I can look after myself.”

His eyes sparkled with humor and rekindling desire. She rolled him onto his back and moved down lower, until her head was poised over his groin. His cock had come to life and lay firm against his belly. She took hold of it and covered it with her lips.

“Mm,”
he murmured. “That feels so good.”

Licking and sucking the head of his cock, she swirled her tongue up and down the thickening shaft and then opened her mouth wide and took as much of him as she could. He groaned and buried his hands in her hair, holding her head still while she continued to love him.

“Oh, Alex. Don’t stop.”

She increased the pace of her movements and tasted the salty evidence of his growing desire on her tongue. Hoisting herself up, she straddled his body and eased herself onto his hard cock.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “That feels so good.”

She began to move, savoring the sensations of his cock plunging into her wetness. Leaning over, she flicked her tongue over his nipples, relishing the groan of pleasure her actions evoked.

“You are a wicked, wicked woman.”

She looked at him with mock innocence. “You don’t like?”

“Oh, I like. I like just fine.”

Before she realized what was happening, Brandon rolled and took her with him. Pulling her underneath him, he thrust into her with long slow strokes.

She moaned.

“You don’t like?”

Shaking her head, she smiled back at him. “Now, who’s wicked?”

His eyes widened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Without warning, his hips pumped forward and his cock surged inside her. She gasped and clung to his arms. Tension burgeoned inside her.

With increasing urgency, she met his thrusts, crying out as she reached the pinnacle and orgasmed.

Within seconds, he’d found his own release and collapsed against her.

“This could become a habit,” he murmured against her shoulder.

“Mm,
I hope so.”

Brandon drew back and looked down at her, his face serious. “Do you mean that?”

Alex frowned and tugged the sheets up around her. She hadn’t really given any of it much thought. She’d just gone with her heart and her hormones. What she did know was that she wanted to be with him.

“Yes, I think I do.”

A wide grin broke out across Brandon’s face and he hugged her hard against him. “You don’t know how much I love you for giving me another chance, Alex. I thought I’d blown it. I thought I’d never have you beside me again. It nearly killed me. I—”

“Shh.”
She pressed a finger against his lips and then kissed him softly.

“The past is the past. All that matters is the future.”

His eyes gleamed with emotion. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

They hugged and Alex caught sight of the clock. She pulled away. “We’d better get moving if we’re not going to be late for work.”

Brandon looked at his watch. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It would probably look way too suspicious if we both called in sick.”

“You think?” she replied, deadpan.

Grabbing a pillow, he tossed it at her. She scrambled off the bed and looked around for something to cover herself. Finding nothing, she reached for the sheet and swiped if off the bed, wrapping it around herself.