Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 (10 page)

A beat of silence. She must be thinking what an asshole he was for slapping her. That one harsh action had lost her, and goddamn it, he’d never forgive himself. Self-loathing was already rising, choking off his ability to think about anything but the pain he’d inflicted upon himself—and probably Hayley.

Her shaky breath brought his attention back to her. Chancing a peek at her face, he expected to find fury, hatred. He’d seen that look before after the rope burn incident.

But he saw neither emotion etched across Hayley’s feminine features. In fact, her lips were still parted invitingly and sexual haze burned in her eyes.

His heart muscle jerked. Seemed to stop.

Would she allow him to command her in bed, as he desperately wanted to do?

Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her nipples harder than ever. She slid a hand down her belly and let her arm dangle loosely at her side, exposing herself fully to him.

Was she undone by that fucking slap or coming off her orgasm high? He couldn’t allow her to think about it too much—he’d be as tender as possible and make her see stars once more.

And he wouldn’t let himself cross that line again. Never. If she was giving him another chance, he’d control his urges and provide the passion without the rough edge.

With a growl, he clasped her hand and towed her toward the curving flight of metal and cedar-treaded stairs. Taking the steps slowly to allow for her shorter legs had never seemed so painstaking. He was more than ready to be inside her—because she was already firmly rooted in him.

Hayley’s body was a live wire. Or a lightning rod, erected to conduct the energy Brant emitted. As she followed him up the stairs to his bedroom, her mind spun with emotions.

She hadn’t had a “first time” with anyone in too long. What if her performance tanked? Hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had a cock in her mouth, let alone how to suck one. And after that stinging slap on her ass, she wondered just what she was getting into. He was definitely demanding, but his ways didn’t irritate or frighten her. In fact, she liked giving up some control. After raising Drake, caring for the house and finances, and working hard for years, it was a relief to not have to think in the bedroom. With Brant, he gave, gave, gave—let her feel.

Gaze glued to his hard ass moving up the stairs before her, she ran her hand over her own bare cheek, where Brant’s touch still sizzled. God, the instant his palm had connected with her flesh, her pussy had squeezed juices down her inner thighs. They slipped together now as a reminder of that erotic touch.

He glanced over his shoulder, blue eyes two burning orbs of passion. “Almost there.”

The treads beneath her bare feet gave way to plush carpet. She barely registered the comfort of his house though. Her attention was riveted on the muscles rolling on his spine and the way his worn denim dipped oh so low.

He’d kicked off his shoes in the living room and the sight of his bare feet did things to her insides she’d never guessed. Why two long, manly feet could enflame her pointed to her desperation. Apparently waiting for three years to get laid hadn’t been a good idea.

At the top of the stairs, his grip on her changed, and she found herself whipped off her feet and into his arms. His skin kissed hers, sending new need directly to her sex. Even after that earth-shattering orgasm delivered by his talented mouth, she wanted more. She still felt his fingers probing her deeply.

Again, his words wove through her brain.
I promise you will feel me stretching you all day
.

Leaning forward, she placed her mouth over the spot on his neck that fluttered erratically with his pulse. His skin was salt and musk. When she opened her mouth wide over his neck, he rolled his head and groaned.

“Jesus, woman, you make me want to lose control.” He quickened his pace. They reached a door and he kicked it inward, sending it crashing off the wall. She broke into uncontrollable giggles, snorting against his throat.

He rumbled a laugh in response. “I’m going to turn that musical laugh of yours into a scream of release.” In two strides, he reached the bed, laying her out expertly and as if she weighed nothing.

Before she could gather her wits, he stretched atop her, pinning her from head to foot. Part of her languished in the realization that his cock was jutting into her belly—and huge. A new and unfamiliar part of her wished he would put her on her hands and knees and give her another nerve-shattering slap.

Unbidden, a soft moan issued from her.

He searched her gaze, arms braced around her. How many times had she fantasized about being in exactly this same position? The man blew her expectations out of the hemisphere though. Nothing in her wildest midnight fingering sessions pointed to the things she’d feel.

Feel.
That might present a problem. Tying her emotions to him probably wasn’t a good idea.

At that moment, he clamped his mouth on her nipple, and she forgot everything but the scorching caress. He kneaded her breasts while he sucked them for long, maddening minutes. The knot in her core jerked into a stranglehold, stealing her breath. If he didn’t ease this pressure soon, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.

In fact…

She skimmed his ridged abs to the thin trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. She plucked at the hairs lightly, raising a groan from him. From his position at her breasts, he flashed her a look that was all fucking sexy male. A man who knew what he wanted and how to get it.

When she dipped her fingers into his jeans, he reared his head back, neck cords straining. “Shit, baby. I want nothing more than for you to touch me. But I—I don’t think I can hold out.”

Gripping her wrist, he pushed her hand roughly away and continued down her body, kissing a path from breastbone to the crest of her pussy. Shock lived in her when he went down on her a second time.

She twisted her fists in the coverlet and bit off a cry. Fucking his tongue could become second nature to her. But she wanted to taste him too. Was determined to do just that—right after he did that thing with his tongue on her button again.

Just as she started to quiver on the edge of release, he raised himself.

“Let me touch you. I need to see you, feel you in my hand. Please, Brant.”

A sharp shake of his head. “Can’t last.”

She arched a brow at him. Then with a teasing smile, she popped the button on his jeans. Sucking in a breath, she found the head of his cock right the hell there. Poised at her fingertips. “Damn, I don’t know if I can even take this thing.”

His gaze narrowed, and he quirked up the corner of his mouth. “Well, put like that, you’ve just swayed me into letting you have your way.”

Rolling off her, he stretched out on his bed. She looked at her surroundings for the first time. Dark blue and white Egyptian cotton duvet with pristine white sheets. His bed was solid and capable of withstanding some powerful thrusting action. A stack of pillows that looked as light as clouds rested above him, inviting her to nestle down and sleep in his arms.

The other furniture in the room was just as sturdy as the man himself. Dark wood tones with an enormous window overlooking the western sky. On the horizon, a thin band of gray declared that the sun had officially set on another day.

But in her heart, the sun was just rising.

Brant clasped her hips and settled her atop him. The scent of her own want drifted around them, making her more aware of how long it had been since she’d been with a man.

Spurred on by that need, she pinched the tab of his zipper and edged it down. As each inch of blue cotton was exposed, her pulse tripped ten times faster. Gently, she scratched her short nails over the ridged length through his boxers.

His muscles flexed, almost throwing her off. She clamped her thighs around him and continued her tormenting touch.

After removing his jeans, she stretched out on his legs with her breasts crushed to his knees and her mouth poised at his groin.

She moved to twitch down his underwear, but he latched on to her wrist with such force, she gasped.

“Hayley. I don’t know—” Concern creased his eyes.

“I have to taste you.” Keeping her gaze on his bulge, she stripped him of his last piece of clothing.

His cock rose up from a nest of dark pubic hair, his balls firm and engorged. The scent of male teased her nose—spicy body wash and musk. She shuddered, and he shifted his legs, moving so she rode his calf, her wet pussy kissing his lightly furred skin.

Wrapping her fingers around the root of his erection, she brought the swollen head toward her lips. A drop of precome lived there, and she wanted it. Badly. All at once, nothing in the world was as important as getting that drop onto her tongue.

She ground her pussy against his leg.

“F-f-f-uck.” He half-lifted her with one jerk of his thigh, but she held on long enough to slip his mushroomed head between her lips.

A guttural groan tore from his throat, and he sank his fingers into her hair, twisting hard. The prickle was so like that slap on her ass, her body reacted with violent splendor. Juices squeezed from her pussy and soaked his leg. She swallowed him in one smooth suck, drawing on his length with hollowed cheeks.

He stared at her, eyes bugging, and then tore his gaze away as if it hurt him to watch. “Lord…”

She flicked her tongue over the slit in his head, gathering that precious essence of Brant. Moaning, she vibrated his length.

“Holy—shit, no, Hayley. Get the fuck up here. Now.” He twisted her hair harder, raising her head from the place she wished she could lay and worship for an hour at least.

But her body screamed to be joined with his. She moved upward to straddle his hips, but he flipped her with a primal strength and roughness that stole her breath. Pulse racing, she locked her arms and legs around him, holding his big body close.

“Dammit, a condom,” he said through clenched jaw. “Hold on.”

She loosened her hold, and he leaned to the side, yanked the nightstand drawer open and rummaged around.

“After that night in the diner parking lot, I just about bought the drugstore out of these. I didn’t want to be unprepared given a chance with you, baby.” He shot her a smoldering grin as he fitted his arousal with a condom the size of a goddamn tube sock.

She didn’t care if he split her in two. She just needed him to fill her up, inhabit that empty space after all these years. The thought flitted through her mind that he was filling more than her body, but it fled the instant he nudged her nether lips with his cock.

“Look at me, Hayley. I need you to know who’s taking you.” In one harsh thrust, he joined them.

Unaccustomed tissues stretched around him, throbbing, juices pooling so much she wondered briefly if he’d torn her. Then he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion, and she rode the rising tide of bliss.

He swooped in and captured her mouth, employing lips, tongue and teeth until she could no longer think. Sensation ricocheted through her body.

Brant ripped his mouth away. “Beautiful woman. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He bit the words off.

Unable to speak, she pinched her eyes shut. Her calves slipped over his hard spine, the smooth muscle so right beneath hers. He gripped her hips, angled her ass and drove deeper.

Gasping, she opened her eyes. His eyes darkened to a steely blue as his pupils enlarged with pleasure. She locked her gaze with his, then her lips with his, as he thrust them higher and higher.

“Brant,” she cried into his mouth. He swallowed her sound, fed her name back to her.

“Come with me, darlin’, all over my cock as I pour into you.” The tic in his jaw revealed his desperation even if his voice didn’t.

He nudged the very tip of what seemed to be her soul. Once, twice. Then she was sailing, tumbling through the clouds of ecstasy as he stiffened and roared his pleasure. Warmth from his orgasm seeped into her body.

She cradled his big body when he collapsed against her. Their combined breathing sounded like they’d outrun a mob of pissed-off teenage girls who were supposed to get their braces off before the prom and didn’t.

Even through her sexual haze, the idea brought a smile to her lips.

His smile stretched over hers. “What is it?”

“You. This. More than I thought possible for myself.”

Her stomach sharply bottomed out. Had she just said that? Apparently her brain had turned to liquid and was flowing freely from her mouth. She tried to get a handle on it, to make it think logically. This couldn’t go on. It was a one-night stand. She simply couldn’t continue to fuck her son’s orthodontist.

And her landlord.

But the look Brant gave her said she could and would, goddammit.

He supported his upper body on his elbows before she was crushed to death. But his stare pressed on her soul, weighting her firmly beneath him. She couldn’t move if she tried.

“You deserve so much, Hayley. And I intend to give it to you.”

A heartbeat fluttered between their gazes, long and drawn-out. Fear clogged her throat. What was he saying? No, this relationship went no further than right here, in his big bed. Tomorrow she’d walk away, avoid him if he came into Anecdote, ignore him if he sat beside her at Drake’s ball game.