Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 (7 page)

The sun had set, but the sky was still midnight blue, the first nightly star winking its voyeuristic eye. Brant splayed a hand over her lower back, the tips of his fingers on the crest of her buttocks.

A new pang of want ripped through her.

Without a word, he led her across the gravel to a silver Nissan. Her head swam with images of him spreading her out on the hood and going down between her legs. She made a quiet noise that made him stop in his tracks. When he faced her, he wore a fierce expression.

His dark brows lowered and his eyes grew hooded. The angular planes of his jaw were outlined by the white glow of the parking lot light. “Hayley, this chemistry—”

“Is too strong. It will burn out.”

He shook his head hard. “Is that what scares you?”

“Yes. I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman.”

He edged closer, his boots scraping gravel. The thickness of his chest threatened to overwhelm her, but at the same time, she wanted to get closer. She locked her legs to keep from throwing himself at him.

“Who said anything about a one-night stand? Hayley, I’m serious when I say I want to pursue more with you.”

“But right now…”

“Yes?”

She breathed in his musky scent and lost herself in the dizzying warmth of his nearness. Who would know if she gave in to her sexual desires with Brant Foxfire? Drake was at a friend’s house having a post-game pizza, and the only witnesses to her and Brant’s crazed passions were the people in the diner.

Stretching onto tiptoe, she slipped her arms around his neck.

“Jesus, Hayley.” His voice sounded as if he’d swallowed ground glass and chased it with whiskey. He clamped his fingers on her waist, spanning it easily with both big hands and making her feel incredibly feminine and fragile.

Her breath came faster. “Right now, Brant, I want you to kiss me,” she murmured.

His mouth descended with shocking speed. He slammed his lips over hers, claiming her at the same time he lifted her off her feet. Spinning her, he crushed her gently between the car and his big body. She moaned into his mouth. He swallowed it, fed her one of his own.

Their kiss turned carnal in seconds as he chased her tongue around her mouth, devouring her whimpers. When he ground his body against hers, she was given no illusion as to the size of his erection. Every thick, pulsating inch was pressed against her belly and pussy.

Rocking into her, he rubbed her neediest spot. Through her skirt, he used his cock on her clit as if he did this for a living. Breaking the kiss, she threw her head back. He attacked her throat in nipping bites. Juices pooled and slicked her thighs. If he didn’t touch her breasts soon, she’d die.

She tugged on his hair as he traveled the length of her neck. Squeaking gasps escaped her, and he answered with harsh groans.

“Fuck, woman. I want you so bad.” He poked the tip of his tongue into the hollow behind her ear, causing a new spasm of ecstasy in her.

“Brant, I’m going to come right here against your car without taking a stitch off.”

He stilled and lifted his head slowly. In the darkness, his eyes glittered with lust. “I fucking hope so.” He sagged at the knees and thrust his arousal against her pussy again.

She released a quiet cry and jerked him back in for a kiss. Each upward stroke of his cock against her needy body drove her higher. He bit at her lips and tongue, tasting of the pepper he’d liberally sprinkled on his food and the mint he’d sucked afterward. A knot tightened in her core. When he smoothed his tongue over her lips and then dropped his face to nuzzle her exposed cleavage, she felt the first contractions strike.

Deep in her belly, the cords of want snapped, and then she was flying. Sobbing gasps left her as extreme heat drenched her panties. For mindless minutes, she only felt Brant’s tongue on her breasts and his denim-clad cock fucking her through her clothes.

When the final pulsations fled, she crumpled in his hold, boneless.

“God, Hayley, that was beautiful. Feeling you come apart in my arms… Shit, I need more.” He lowered her to her feet and with one flick, opened the back door. She found herself stretched out on the soft leather seat, her body supported in his strong arms.

Tearing at his shirt, she popped button after button, stroking the warm skin she exposed. He found her earlobe and ground it lightly between his teeth. A shiver raced over her body. She kicked off her sandals and they dropped out into the night through the open door.

Laughter bubbled up her throat—carefree and without restraint. He drew away, teeth flashing white in the darkness before he lowered his face again and sucked at the point of her chin.

“You taste incredible. Your hands feel amazing,” he rasped.

With his shirt unbuttoned, she slid her hands over his flesh, gliding the fabric off his shoulders. The bulk of his chest, arms and shoulders did brand new things to her insides. In his clothes, he was obviously fit. Outside of them, he was mind-blowingly sculpted.

She shifted, and he pinned her more firmly with his hips, his cock steely against her. “Brant, I need you out of this.”

Huffing with laughter, he braced himself on one arm then the other, so she could pull off his sleeves. She sucked in a breath. The swells and dips of his chest and abdomen called to her on a primal level.

He pinched his eyes shut as she learned each inch beneath her hands. When she circled his small nipples, he growled.

“Baby, I don’t want our first time to be in the car.”

“Brant, if you even think about making me wait—”

He cupped her face in one big hand, again giving her the feeling that she was delicate. And cherished. But power radiated from him.

“Hayley, my cock is demanding I get inside this lush little body, but I can’t do it. Not in the car in the diner parking lot. Let me take you home with me.”

She was shaking her head before the words were out of his mouth. Being at his house, in his bed, would be more about a relationship and less about her body’s needs.

Hands falling away from his body, she covered her face with them instead.

A noise of worry rumbled in his chest. “No, darlin’. None of that. I only want more of what we’ve just shared—you, a wildcat in my arms, coming unglued…” He released a quaky sigh then leaned in and lapped at her fingers until she squirmed at the building pressure inside her.

As he twisted his tongue around each digit, she felt it to the marrow of her bones. Her pussy throbbed for the same attention. So when he slid down her body and knelt in the gravel, her world tilted sharply.

Spreading her thighs, he ruched her skirt up her hips. Damn, if only the garment wasn’t so tight. Thank God it was dark, and he couldn’t see the dimples on her thighs or the wobble of her lower belly.

He ran his forefinger down the seam of her panties, over her clit and low to her drenched channel. “Jesus, you’re soaking. And you smell so fucking sweet.” With that, he yanked at the thin elastic holding her panties in place, snapping it with the brute force of one finger.

The cloth fluttered away from her mound. From between her legs, his gaze met hers. “I’m going to kiss this pussy and make love to it with my tongue until you burst, Hayley. But let it be known that it’s a mere glimpse of what will happen next time.”

She stopped breathing. Inch by inch, he dipped his head. The heat of his breath ignited her. Smashed against the car, she’d thought herself out of control. Now she was nothing but a pool of want under his hands and mouth.

He tugged the remaining cloth of her panties down so it hung off one thigh, then in one big bite, he covered her slit. Cream oozed from her needy folds as he parted her with his tongue.

“Brant!” She clutched his head, guiding him exactly where she wanted him. He flicked his tongue over her hard pearl again and again until she was writhing. When he eased down her seam to the opening of her channel, she bucked.

He held her hips, locking her to the seat as he plunged his tongue deep. Her wet walls wrapped around the invasion, squeezing rhythmically in the foreplay before release. Soft sounds met her ears, as did his labored breathing. What she wouldn’t give to feel him filling her, to watch his face as he shattered—

In a blinding burst, she came. A scream died on her lips as he thrust two fingers into her mouth. She bit down, rocking against his face and tongue as her orgasm swept her away. The heat in her belly spread through her limbs, replacing her energy with languor.

As the last pulsations fled, she released the breath she’d been holding. Every inch of her body was sated—until he gave her that look. The animalistic look that penetrated her to the darkest recesses of her soul.

The need to escape those feelings mounted in her chest, and she struggled to sit up, to pull free of his intimate kiss, which he was delivering with such perfect tenderness to her pussy.

“I…” She stopped when he slipped his finger between her lips again. He drew a circle on her tongue, a strangely erotic touch she would surely feel for a week.

“Don’t even think it,” he said. In one fluid motion, he covered her with his body. Feeling his tension, desperation and need, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face against his neck.

“Let me take care of you too. It’s not fair—”

“No. I wanted tonight to be about you, sweetheart. If you’ll come home with me, we can finish this proper. But if not, I want you to go off tonight wishing you’d felt me moving inside you, stretching you. I want you to come back to me for more.”

“And if I don’t?” Her voice shook and that fear peaked sharply in her, this time a fear that she wouldn’t allow herself to find out what it would feel like to have him do those things.

In the cool glow of the parking lot lights, Brant’s gaze caressed her. “You have to, Hayley. This thing between us can’t be ignored, and you know it.”

Chapter Six

Brant checked his gold wristwatch. He had exactly an hour before his next appointment. The office girls had asked him to go to lunch with them, but he’d graciously declined, saying he had some errands to run.

Run was exactly it too—he was going to sprint to the far end of town and drop in on Hayley at Anecdote.

His long strides ate up the sidewalk. The streets were busy for a Monday morning, and he realized it must be social security check day for the older patrons of Reedy. He passed a gathering of them in front of the bank. A few called out greetings, but he waved and sped on. Not a single, precious second of his time with Hayley would be wasted if he could help it.

Just the thought of her made his khakis draw tight across his cock. After their interlude last night, he’d gone home and fucked his fist twice to completion while staring at the small tooth marks she’d left on his knuckles. He rubbed those knuckles now, though the indentations were long gone. Regret filled him. He wanted more of her marks on him just as he wanted to mark her. Red palm prints, rope burns.

No, stop. I can’t do that anymore.

Her taste still lived on his tongue. Hell, it had taken everything in him to wash the traces of her juices away in the shower this morning. With any luck, he’d have her again tonight.

On the way past the florist’s shop, he plucked a spring bouquet out of a metal pail. He ran into the shop and dropped some bills onto the counter for the stunned shopkeeper before hurrying for the sidewalk again.

In moments he’d be with Hayley again. Looking into her brilliant eyes and listening to her voice. Talking to her yesterday at dinner, he’d learned that she lived for her son. But now that Drake was a teen, he didn’t want his mom hanging around him, which left her lonely. Well, Brant intended to fill that time.

Anecdote was open at last, the door blocked with a brick so the cool air could circulate. When he stepped inside the dim, dusty confines of the shop, he had to take a minute to let his eyes adjust.

“Why, sugar, you brought me flowers!” an unfamiliar voice trilled.

Swinging toward the sound, he focused on the outline of an older petite woman with salt-and-pepper hair bent over an old ship’s trunk. “Hello. I’m looking for Hayley.”

And he was looking around the space for anything he could use to tie Hayley up. Rope, string, hell, he could do something with those crocheted pot holders.

He staunched the thought as soon as it surfaced. Shame burned the pit of his stomach and almost made him back away from Hayley entirely. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for relationships.

An arch smile crossed the woman’s face. “Well, isn’t that nice? She’s in the back. Through that curtain.”

He tried to slow his momentum, but the fact that the woman he wanted was behind that curtain pulled him like steel to a magnet. He wove his way around tables set with mismatched china and knickknacks settled on every surface. He felt as if he were a raging bull in the proverbial china shop.

Gaze fixed on the faded, flowery curtain, he clasped the fabric in his fist and jerked it aside.

Hayley glanced up from her work. “Andrea—” She did a double take, her eyes going round and a flush climbing her cheeks. He felt his answering surge of tenderness. Joy burst in his chest.

He moved into the small but light space, circling projects in various states of completion. In his determination to reach her, he knocked one table with his hip, sending it rocking on uneven legs.