So Much More (Made for Love #3) (25 page)

I open my front door slowly, taking a peek around to make sure I’m not walking in on her before she’s ready. I find her in the bed. When she sees me, she sits up and looks at me. Her long, wavy locks cascade down her chest and my sheets are bunched at her waist. My dick twitches and I already know I’m not getting any sleep tonight.

“You alright?” I manage, making my way toward her. I set her purse down next to my nightstand, just in case she wants it later.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.”

“I’ll be fine,” I lie. “It’s a comfortable couch.”

“No, Brandon—” She reaches for my hand and pulls me closer. Her movement inches the sheet down and I get a peek at the creamy skin of her thigh. “
I don’t want you to sleep on the couch
.”

Shit
.

“Sarah—I don’t know.” I force the words out, kicking myself with every syllable. “I don’t feel very confident that I can keep my hands to myself if I get in there with you.”

“Who said you had to keep your hands to yourself?”

In an instant, my mind is made up. How the hell am I supposed to say no to
that?

W
ITHOUT A WORD, I
let go of her hand and turn on the bedside lamp. I go to switch off the overhead light and then head to my dresser. I ease my shirt off, careful not to scrape the fabric against my bad arm, and then discard it, along with my jeans, on the floor. I pull a pair of gym shorts over my briefs and then I make my way back to Sarah.

She starts to slide to the far side of the bed to make room for me, but then she stops. I’m surprised when she gasps and crawls toward me, gently lifting my arm. “Have you
seen
this?” she cries.

I follow her gaze down to my sore side and spot the bruise I’ve suspected all day. It’s about the length of my forearm, but it looks worse than it feels, which is exactly what I tell her.

“Are you sure?” she asks, sitting back on her heels.

“Sarah?” I lean forward, propping myself up with a fist on either side of her. “You’re in my bed right now. In hardly more than a damn t-shirt. I promise you, I’m not worried about anything else.”

She doesn’t speak in response. Instead, after a beat of silence, she reaches behind me to loosen my ponytail. The act feels familiar. For a fraction of a second, I think of Olivia. When my hair falls across my shoulders and Sarah begins to run her fingers through it, her touch brings me back to
this
moment. I lean in to press my mouth against hers and she keeps me close, telling me what she wants as she parts her lips.

Without breaking our kiss, I ease myself onto the bed. When she moves to give me space, I move with her. I take her waist between my hands and pull her towards me. Our lips part just long enough for her to kick one leg over my lap before she straddles me. The second she rests herself on top of my hard cock, it’s as if she’s lit a match. We both feel it, I can tell by the way she clings to me when I pull her closer and plunge my tongue into her mouth.

My hands find her bare thighs and I’m amazed by the softness of her skin. It makes me want to run my lips over every inch of her body. As the thought crosses my mind, I drag my mouth away from hers and leave a wet trail of kisses all the way down her neck. She tilts her head back, granting me access to what I want.

“
Brandon
,” she whispers, almost as if my name on her lips wasn’t meant for me.

“
Sarah,
” I murmur just the same, my fingers sliding up her legs. I cup my hands around her ass and she grinds her panty-clad-pussy against my dick. I don’t even try and silence the groan that crawls out of me.

She reaches for my mouth with hers and I don’t deny her. With our tongues twisted together, she rubs against me again, this time releasing her own moan. When I can no longer control myself, her little movements taunting me to the point of no return, I slide my hands up under the shirt she’s wearing and grip her hips. She doesn’t resist me as I rock her back and forth across my erection. As we move together, she holds me tighter. I ignore the pain at my side, too consumed with this moment—this kiss—this woman.

When she breaks away from me, her chest heaving with her erratic breaths, I can tell she’s getting close to finding her release. She fists her hands in my hair as her eyes find mine.

“Brandon—I—I—”

“I know. I’ve got you. Come for me, baby.”

“I’ve never—” She loses her words as she tilts her head back, surrendering to the pleasure building inside of her.

She looks so damn hot right now, I can hardly stand it. My body reiterates that truth quite literally, my hips bucking up against her as I race toward my own climax. I can’t remember the last time I came like this, but I’m not surprised by the effect Sarah has on me. Her soft whimpers, my racing heart,
this
feeling, the longing that supersedes the barriers that separate my flesh from hers—all of these things combined make this the most erotic experience I’ve ever had.

When she cries out, she jerks at my hair, pulling my head back. As if she’s yanking it out of me, my cock contracts as I spill my own release. We’re both breathless as we come down from the physical high we’ve just shared. When Sarah’s eyes find mine, she furrows her brow and then buries her face in her hands.

“Hey, what?” I ask, my heart still pounding. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry! God—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

God? Seriously?

“Wait, hold on a second. Are you
praying
right now?” I ask, completely and totally unprepared for this turn of events.

“What!? No! Are you crazy?” she mutters, dropping her hands as she looks at me.

“Then what? What are you talking about?”

“I practically ripped your hair out,” she explains, her guilt evident in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to. Shit—I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting it to feel like that and it was—it was—it—”

“It was fucking incredible,” I finish for her, sliding my hand around the back of her neck. “Seeing you come like that is quite possibly my new favorite thing.”

“It is?” she sighs, genuinely surprised. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“Hurt me?” I choke out with a laugh.

She rakes her fingers through her hair, dipping her chin to hide her smile. “You cried out and—”

“Sweet girl,” I chuckle, lifting her face so I can rest my forehead against hers. “That wasn’t because you hurt me.
That
was definitely a good sound. Now I have to change my shorts.”

She pulls away from me and her eyes light up as her mouth falls open. “I made you—?”

“Yeah,” I reply before kissing the corner of her mouth “So take it back—take back all your
sorries.
I don’t want them.”

She nods, sweeping her hair behind her ears. “I take them back.”

“Good.” I lightly tap her ass, signaling my need for her to move. “I’m going to go change really quick. Don’t fall asleep.”

“I won’t,” she promises, crawling off of me.

I stand and then turn back, reaching for one more kiss before I go. When she smiles at me, it’s as if she’s gently squeezing my heart, reminding me that it’s no longer in my possession.

I can’t take my eyes off of him as I watch him cross the room. It isn’t until he closes himself into the bathroom that I finally start to come out of the daze of ecstasy that I was just immersed in. The aftershock of my first orgasm still lingers just the tiniest bit and I close my eyes and relish the last few seconds of that memory.

I don’t know what came over me. One second I was in control. He had clothes on and all I wanted was to fall asleep in his arms. Then he had no shirt on.

Hot. Damn. Brandon had no shirt on!

Bruise or no bruise, he’s a masterpiece. When he started to kiss me, I could feel my exhaustion cowering in fear of my arousal—the horny princess inside of me that demanded the spotlight. It wasn’t long before the heat between my legs couldn’t be ignored. When he grabbed me from behind, it was like I was thinking with my wet pussy instead of my head. It didn’t matter that I’d never chased after an orgasm before, my body knew exactly what to do. And Brandon helped get me there.

“Hey,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against my forehead. “I thought you said you weren’t going to fall asleep.”

I draw in a deep breath as I open my eyes. I smile at him, the desire to speak nonexistent. I love how he does that to me—that he makes me just want to
be
in a moment with him, appreciating him.

I also love seeing his hair loose. I know it’s not something very many people get to see. It’s thick and soft, cut just below his shoulders, and it’s the perfect shade of dark, honey brown. I reach up and sweep a bit of it behind his ear.

“I think it’s time for you to be sleeping now.”

I nod my head at the same time that I cup my hands around his face and lean in for a kiss. I like the way his short beard feels against the soft skin of my hands.

“I can’t get enough of you.” The words come out thoughtlessly, in a whisper, my lips grazing his. I can feel sleep beckoning me, the horny princess sated for the night.

“I’ll be yours tomorrow, Sunshine.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart. Come ‘ere,” he tells me, climbing under the sheets. He lies on his back and invites me to rest against his good side. I follow his cue and he holds me close. “Earlier—when you said you’d never…”

“Yeah.” I choke out a tired and embarrassed laugh. “I know. What twenty-three-year-old-smut-loving-ex-mistress hasn’t had an orgasm, right?”

“Hey, no judging,” he insists. “I was just wondering. Not even with—?”

“I told him no a lot,” I admit, snuggling closer to him, comforted by his protective grip. “By the time I was ready to say yes, it was too late.”

“Good.”

“Good?” I ask, tilting my head up to peek at his face.

“He didn’t deserve to have what you just gave me. I don’t even know that I do.”

“You do,” I assure him as I close my eyes.

I know this without question. I know this because it happened. I know this because we got there
together
.

I know this because that moment was ours—
his and mine
.