Wicked Lovers 05.5 - Wicked To Love (2 page)

He yanked her coat off, then went for the pins holding her golden tresses up at her nape. He tugged gently, sliding clips out. The strands fell apart to reveal soft waves that he wrapped in his fingers, anchoring her against him, just as he would when he got deep inside her and pumped her to orgasm.

Jesus, she hadn’t said yes. She might push him away. If she did, he’d seduce, caress, beg—whatever it took. He craved her under him right now, taking him. He felt desperate to fill her with his cock.

Except…she’d left him today without a single word.

Too often, he dated damsels in distress, like he unconsciously sought someone to rescue. He and his half-sister Morgan had talked about the fact that he needed to stop chasing people who were fucked up. They always used him for cheap therapy, then tore his heart out when they left. Like Kayla. But if Em said yes now, it would be because she wanted
him
, not because she needed rescuing. She was one of the most grounded, genuine people he knew.

Em couldn’t leave him now.
No way. Not happening
. He’d tasted her—and he was nowhere near done.

Finally, he peeled her jacket away and tossed it over the bar beside her. He tore into the shapeless blue blouse beneath her gray coat. He half-feared some resistance, but no. She pressed another kiss to his lips, then wrapped her fingers around the buttons of his shirt and unfastened them, one by one. He was all kinds of distracted by all the cleavage he exposed above that lacy, uber-sheer contraption she called a bra. Fuck, he could see her tight, pink nipples. And he could barely breathe.

When Em’s small hands prowled across his bare chest, over every muscle and ridge, lighting up his skin more effectively than a hundred strings of Christmas lights on a tree, he lost patience and ripped the rest of her blouse away. Buttons popped off, flying everywhere. Silk shredded with an almost sexual roar that fired his blood hotter.

Em gasped as he dragged her shirt off and clasped her breasts in his palms. “Fuck, these are pretty. Em… God, I want these. I want you.”

He couldn’t wait to have her bra off. It clasped in the back, and he pulled at it with one hand while he nipped and sucked at her through the sheer cups.

Em gripped his hair, clasping him against her, and groaned a soft “yes.”

One little word, and he became a freight train without brakes. She wanted him, and nothing was going to stop him from having her. In that moment, Brandon was damn glad, especially when the clasp of her bra gave way beneath his fingers and the little garment fell to the floor…

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She was disintegrating. That’s all Em could think as she opened beneath the dominating power of Brandon’s kiss. He tasted like everything she’d imagined he would. Clean, strong, masculine, powerful. He didn’t just part her lips with his; he plowed past her defenses and melted her resistance, her inhibition, her thoughts.

Sighing into his mouth, Em gave herself over to him completely.

She’d been in love with Brandon Ross from almost day one. When they’d first met, she’d seen a flare of attraction in his blue eyes. God, he’d only had to look at her, and she’d blushed thinking about all the heady, sexual things she wanted to do with him. But he’d quickly replaced that flicker of awareness with a professional mask. Together, they’d done a lot of good for the city’s first responders, and she was proud of that. They’d also gotten to know one another. With every conversation and revelation, she’d only fallen deeper for her loyal but very sexy boss.

Then, a few months later, the Emergency Services taskforce team members had gone for happy hour following some victories with the city budget planners. Everyone had imbibed a drink or two, then left. She’d been alone with Brandon. After a few beers, he’d told her that he’d been in love with a former buddy’s ex-wife for a few years.

Brandon’s lack of interest in any other woman had made sense then. And it had broken Em’s heart. But she’d lived with it, hoping that someday…

But someday had never come. Instead, after three years, his flame, Kayla, came to see him last Friday afternoon. When they’d left together in deep conversation, standing intimately close and looking beautiful together, it had crushed the last of Em’s hope.

But now, Brandon wasn’t kissing her like a man in love with someone else. His tongue curled around hers, tangling hotly. His hands clasped her face, holding her still so he could dive even deeper. He pressed his bare chest to hers like he wanted to meld into one body, like he found any separation between them unacceptable. Em couldn’t agree more.

If she had any chance to have even a few hours with Brandon, she’d take it with both hands. It probably sounded pathetic, but she was past caring. This man had been the center of her fantasies and dreams for three years. She wasn’t giving him up until he walked away.

Brandon ripped his mouth from her and stared down into her eyes. His wide, muscled chest rose and fell with every breath, but the electric connection of their gazes never wavered. Silently, he was asking what the hell was happening between them. She didn’t want him to question, just kiss her again, take off the rest of her clothes, and make her his—even if it was only for a moment.

“
Please…” she begged.

His eyes darkened. “I’ve got to have you, Em. Baby…”

She gave him a jerky nod, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He opened to her searching lips, then took control. The dark way he dominated her mouth made her shiver, especially when he thumbed her nipples, ripping fire through her. She gasped into his kiss and gripped his shoulders like she’d never let go.

With a last nip at her lower lip, he broke away and went straight for her breasts. He took her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth and sucked hard. The sensation zipped a tingling path down to her pussy. Already, she could tell how wet she was. Her little panties were clinging damply to her flesh. And she ached so badly to have him filling her there.

His mouth found her other nipple. He pinched the first, still wet and stiff from his attention. With another moan, she cupped the back of his head. God, she could do this all day. The pulls of his mouth were so voracious, they were almost painful. Then he soothed her with tender little licks that made her melt into him even more.

Brandon tugged on the fastening of her skirt at the small of her back, but the complicated series of hooks weren’t budging. He tried to rip it, the way he had her blouse. She could undo it herself, but it would take too long. She had to feel him now.

So Em pulled up the gray pencil skirt to her waist. Brandon didn’t need more of an invitation. He shoved her little panties down her thighs. She wriggled until they hit the floor. But once the underwear was off, she had nothing to do but watch in rapt fascination as Brandon dropped to his knees and stared right at her pussy. He brushed his thumb over her slick folds, right over her clit. His tongue followed the same path.

She gasped. “Brandon!”

“
Spread your legs, baby. I have to see you.”

Whimpering, she complied. She had no idea what was running through his head as his hot breath feathered over her flesh. Em held her breath, wanting him so badly that she whimpered.

He fastened his mouth on her clit. Her entire body arched as a curl of arousal deepened into an aching need. She shoved her hands into his thick hair again, but nothing could anchor her against the dizzying pleasure as he sucked her clit deep.

“
God, this sweet pussy…” he murmured against her flesh. “I didn’t expect you to be bare. You’re gorgeous. I want to stay here and feast.”

If he did, she’d go mad. But if he left her, she’d go downright insane. “More.”

“
Oh, yeah. A lot more.”

He buried his mouth between her legs again, parting her folds with his thumbs. This time he got closer, deeper, taking her completely in. He tongued her nub, and the friction made her body seize up. She pulled at his hair. Brandon didn’t seem to mind. He merely caressed one thigh, then shoved it over his shoulder. The position left her wide open, and her other leg would have given out beneath her if he hadn’t propped her against the wall.

God, with that kind of stimulation, Em couldn’t hold still. She wriggled and whimpered, moaning his name, frantically trying to press closer to him. Again, Brandon took control and grabbed her hips.

“
Em, hold still. Let me make you feel good.”

She wanted that, but he was asking for the impossible. His unyielding grasp left her little choice. He forced her to take his tongue lashing. The coil of desire between her thighs tightened, ramping up until she could only pant and need and cry his name.

It had been so long since she’d felt a lover’s touch. She hadn’t wanted anyone but Brandon, and even her vibrator held little appeal these days. It couldn’t make her feel beautiful. The hollow orgasms it delivered didn’t make her feel desired or loved. Brandon did. Under his mouth, she felt like his most coveted treasure, and the way he ate at her like a delicate treat shoved her to the edge of pleasure.

“
I’m going to come,” she gasped out.

“
Good. So sweet, Em. That’s it. Come for me.”

His next lick sent her flying into an ecstasy so white-hot, she could hardly comprehend it. Em screamed and bucked under his mouth. But Brandon didn’t let up. He stayed with her through the giant rolling wave of sensation, his tongue flicking her pulsing nub, prolonging her pleasure, drawing it out until she was gasping and breathless and dizzy from the searing bliss.

She hadn’t even caught her breath when Brandon straightened and pressed a voracious kiss against her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue. Em had never exchanged this intimacy with a lover, and Brandon seemed determined to share it with her. So she surrendered and welcomed him.

But she wanted more.

Thrusting her hands between them, she grabbed at the button of his slacks. He sucked in a breath as it came undone. The purr of his zipper lowering filled her ears, along with his moan. He shoved a hand into his pocket as she yanked his underwear to his hips, then dragged both garments to his ankles. A moment later, she heard the rip of foil and found him rolling a condom over his cock.

Em blinked as she watched. She’d thought he felt big as she’d rubbed against him. But seeing him? She wasn’t terribly surprised that he was long. At something like six foot three, Brandon was tall, lean, and athletic. But the girth of his cock gave her pause. She’d read the clichés about penises that were supposedly several inches thick. She’d chalked it up to an urban legend or romantic drivel. She’d never seen a man packing that much in his Hanes.

Until now.

“
Having second thoughts, Em?” he asked. His tight expression quietly suggested that if she said yes, it would kill him, but he’d accept it.

And honestly, she was—but not for the reason he imagined. Em hadn’t slept with another man in over three years. She’d broken up with her last boyfriend six weeks before Brandon had joined their team. Since then, she’d done her best to satisfy herself with fantasies of her boss, with a little help from her battery-operated boyfriend.

But this flesh-and-blood man was much bigger.

“
No.” Her voice trembled. “I want this so bad.”

That was the unvarnished truth. She’d never in her life ached for a man this way. Most she could take or leave. Even as a teenager, she’d never had a crush on a guy that she’d thought would kill her if her feelings went unreciprocated.

Brandon had changed that, too.

He swallowed. “Me, too. I didn’t come here planning to even kiss you, much less get inside you. I…”

“
I know, but I wouldn’t change it. My bedroom is at the end of the hall.”

He shook his head before she even finished speaking. “Too far away. I’ve got to fuck you now.”

How did he plan
—

Before she completed the thought, he bent and lifted her, shoving her back tight against the wall, holding her in place with the hot weight of his muscled body. She squealed and gripped his shoulders as he aligned himself with her swollen folds.
Standing up? Here? Now?

His cock nudged her wet pussy. He quickly found her opening and tucked the head inside her. That touch filled her with electric need, as if she hadn’t just had the monster orgasm of a lifetime minutes ago.

Then suddenly, he loosened his grip on her hips and let gravity do its work. She sank quickly onto the impaling breadth of his cock. Her breath hitched once, twice, again… God, he filled her so full, she thought she might burst. Her gaze flared wide, and Brandon watched her with a dark smile crossing his face.

“
You feel me, baby?”

“
Yes,” she panted. How could she not? She stretched and burned. And even through the pain, it felt so good.

His smile turned a little warmer, then he kissed a path along her jaw. “You’re so tight. You’re like heaven.”

He moaned and edged his hips away, withdrawing. Friction screamed along her sensitive nerve endings. Everything inside her ratcheted up again, and it was like she’d never come at all.

If she let him, Brandon would do all the work—and control the pace and depth of their lovemaking. But she wanted to get dirty with him, drown in him. She intended to enjoy this while it lasted.