Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 (9 page)

The grumble of an engine pricked his ears, and he snapped his head up. Out of the fading light, the blue truck appeared, saggy and peeling. But happiness exploded in Brant’s chest, and he nearly let out a whoop.

“Come on, baby. Come here.”

He cast a quick glance around to see if anyone had overheard him, the familiar heat creeping into his face.

Emotion built in his core, so strong and violent it begged for release. To press himself against her cherry red ass would be the only ease for these feelings.

Turn it off. Never going to lose control with her.

Hayley pulled up beside an empty parking spot. The gears ground as she moved the truck into reverse, then whipped it with practiced ease between a compact car and his own SUV.

Grinning, he met her at her door. She slid out of the truck and right into his arms. Like slipping into a hot bath or putting a hand in a warm glove. Jesus, how was he going to move on if she refused to see him again?

Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he moved them out of the line of traffic before claiming her lips. An immediate rush of heat spiked in him. His cock lengthened, straining against his fly. Hayley opened her mouth to him at once, allowing him to suck on her tongue for a long, mind-blowing minute.

By the time he released her she’d somehow gotten disheveled and was sexier than ever.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Fucking great.” He flashed her a grin and dragged her around to the passenger’s door of his SUV. In a blink, he had her tucked inside. He clasped the seat belt and buckled her in.

“Thinking I’ll escape?” She smoothed the hair off his forehead.

“Not taking any chances.” Their gazes connected, hers pulling him deeper, towing him under. Was this what people meant by love at first sight?

He reached for her again, burying his face against her fragrant throat. Gone was the chemical scent from this afternoon, replaced by notes of vanilla and pure female.

“Brant, I want you,” she whispered.

Fire licked his insides, and his balls tightened painfully. Without a word, he shut her door and ran around the vehicle. Luckily, his house was only fifteen minutes up in the mountains on a few acres of woods. No one would even see him pull in with her—no nosy neighbors to hear his hand striking her ass.

Stop. Not her. Control is imperative.

A few minutes and he’d have her inside…pinned against the wall…sprawled on his living room floor…on her hands and knees on the staircase…and with her legs in the air on his bed.

He shot her a look, and they shared a charged silence. “I’ve never felt this way before, baby. It’s important for you to know.”

He waited for her to answer in kind, but she didn’t say anything. Which led him to believe she’d known this wild passion with someone else. Blind jealousy rose up, choking him. Who? And when? The mere idea of another man touching her sent him into spasms of fury.

Calm yourself. It could have been Drake’s father.

To cover the awkward moment, Brant spoke again. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

“Three years for me,” she said softly.

Relief flooded his veins. How had this gorgeous creature avoided male attention for three long years? But thank God she had. At the moment, Brant couldn’t trust himself that he wouldn’t track down her last lover and put some fear into him.

When he pulled into his drive and his house came into view, she gasped. Pride filled him. He’d worked hard for the things he had, and his log home was no different.

After the short drive, she said, “I didn’t know this was your home. I’ve driven past it, of course.”

He looked into her eyes and stroked her knee. “I’ll give you the up-close-and-personal tour.”

She laughed, tossing her head back. Her hair was loose tonight, the strands gleaming white in the light of the rising moon. He focused on her, urging her to laugh again. That sound reverberated to the marrow of his bones.

“What does that tour include? A view of your mattress?”

“Fuck, yes, and other things.”

“Like?”

“The inside of my shower. A detailed look at the plasterwork on my ceilings. Hayley, I intend to keep you under me all night.”

She swallowed hard, a vulnerable expression on her lovely features. She didn’t have to say, “Don’t hurt me.” Her look did it for her.

Tenderness wove through him.

He didn’t lead her in through the garage but via the front door, which was an impressive, custom-made, hand-hewn slab of cedar with metal accents. His door probably was worth two of her trucks. Hell, maybe more.

He unlocked the house using a key pad and a code. Then he swung her off her feet and through the door. Kicking it shut behind them, he whirled Hayley against the wood, pressing her with his body, reveling in every soft inch against him.

A quiet mewl sounded in her throat, stoking his flames of want.

Cupping her face, he tilted it to meet his gaze. The storm he saw in the emerald depths of her eyes tugged his heartstrings. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing hard with the need to plunge his tongue between her sweet lips.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

She searched his gaze, tore hers away and then flicked it right back in that way that had driven him wild from day one. “I’m a little…frightened by how strong this wanting is.”

He clenched his jaw tight, emotion ripping through him. “I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t feel the same, Hayley, but dammit, I plan to embrace it. To let it swallow me.”

With that, he wedged a knee between her thighs and slammed his mouth down on hers. The crush of teeth and lips ignited him further. Hot need rushed into his cock, swelling it to a painfully hard state.

She succumbed to him at once, winding her arms around his neck and yanking on the strands of hair there. Each delicious pull tore at his control. He lifted her a little on his thigh, letting her ride it in her loose, flowing skirt.

He bit off a growl. God, her pussy was bare—unhindered by the female trappings of panties. Had to be.

Fumbling down her waist, he hooked his hand beneath her skirt and slid his fingers over her mound. A thrill went through him as he touched her springy curls. The womanly patch turned him on more than any waxed pussy ever could.

They shared a groan. She rocked into his hand, bringing her wet heat onto his fingers. Hand suddenly slick, he probed her folds, sending one finger into her channel.

“Ohhh…Brant.” She shook as he drove his finger to the web. Curling it, watching her face shiver with ecstasy.

“Beautiful woman. Let me taste you.” Using his free hand, he plucked open the top two buttons of her blouse and scooped out one round breast. She lifted her arms to wrap them around him, but he couldn’t let her do that. Primal instinct rose up.

In a blink, he had her arms bound in the cotton of her shirt. She gasped, eyes dark, and the only thought in his head was keeping her here and at his mercy.

He smoothed his hand down her chest, which was labored with heavy breathing, to her breast. The golden orb lay on his hand, the rose tip straining. He lowered his mouth and captured it between his lips.

Her ragged sigh ruffled his hair. He worried the bud between his teeth, laving it with his tongue until it hardened even more. Cream wet his palm when he employed it against her clit.

“Jesus, Hayley. I can’t get enough, and I don’t know where to begin.” He withdrew his finger and, holding her gaze, stuck it into his mouth. Musky flavors burst on his tongue.

He lapped it clean, his forehead the only thing holding her against the door now. Their gazes were locked in a fierce battle. Who was going to get the biggest bite out of the other’s soul? Right now, he believed she would.

Her lips parted, and he smoothed his wet digit over her lower lip, smearing the traces of her juices and his saliva. “Tonight, you aren’t going to fight this attraction. You’re going to give yourself to me completely. I won’t let you hold anything back.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Just…take me. Please.”

All at once, he realized that she was straining toward him. Restrained.

Panic closed off his throat. Jesus, had he done this? Never again. Keeping his gaze downcast, he peeled the cotton off her arms so she was able to move. Then, praying that she didn’t question his darker side, he gripped her under her thighs and drew her into his arms. Her weight felt perfect in his hold, her curves more exciting than a bag-of-bones supermodel’s.

As he turned toward the living room, she kissed him, stealing all thought. Sensations and images flashed in his head like bulbs on an old-fashioned camera. Her lips, her velvety cheek against his, the slope of her breast beneath his mouth. By the time he laid her on the sectional sofa, he ached.

And she was wild. Writhing against him, her sex angled up to meet his hips as he ground his erection against her. With a grin, he gripped the hem of her white skirt and flipped it up to reveal her soaking pussy.

She twisted the cloth between his shoulder blades and yanked his shirt over his head. Then, running her hands over his flesh, she practically purred into his ear.

“I want you inside me. Moving with me. Filling me, Brant. Hurry.”

A dark, primal noise erupted from his throat. He sank his teeth into the crook of her neck, sucking and nibbling. The scents of her arousal fogged the air around them, enclosing them in a private cocoon of lust.

“Not yet, baby. But I promise you will feel me stretching you all day tomorrow.”

“You have me until tomorrow afternoon. I have to pick up Drake at his friend’s house.” She angled her head to give him better access to her throat. He worshipped every moist inch, finding new trigger spots that set her afire.

She plucked at his nipples, twisting them to perfection as he stripped her completely. As he stared down at her in the dim glow cast by the kitchen fixture over the sink, Brant lost his heart a little.

Damn, she was amazing. Full breasts spilling into his hands, waist dipping and swelling, thighs squeezing around the golden V of curls that pointed to her pussy.

For a long moment, their gazes held. In the depths of her eyes, which were like a forest pool, their lovemaking began. Had he ever seen a woman look at him this way?

Never.

But when she hooked her heels around his back and rubbed her wet folds over his lower abs, he lost all semblance of control. In one swift motion, he dove between her thighs. Hooking her ankles around his neck, he fucked her with his tongue. Driving it deeper with every pass while he circled her wet pearl with a thumb. The bundle of nerves seemed to pulsate beneath his skin.

Burying his mouth deeper, he scraped her sensitive skin with his five-o’clock shadow. As he stroked her to the brink of insanity, he stared up the length of her body at her beautiful features, which were twisted in pleasure.

A pink flush on her cheeks, dew on her temples, hair tumbling over her forehead. And her eyes… Lordy, those eyes would kill him. Something shifted behind the green pools. Her body stiffened.

Quickly, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked at the same time he drove two fingers into her pussy to the hilt.

She shattered, body humming against his mouth, gripping his fingers tight. Her cries echoed in his ears.

His balls grew heavy. The telltale sensation of impending orgasm rushed up inside him, and he pinched the head of his cock through his jeans to stave it off.

When the last wave of Hayley’s release shuddered up Brant’s fingers and into his arm, he surged upward and possessed her mouth. Sharing her juices, he slanted his mouth and thrust his tongue deep, mirroring the movement he longed to perform with his shaft.

Gasping, she twisted her mouth from his. She scraped her nails down his spine and dipped her warm fingers into his waistband. “Get inside me, Brant. I need you.”

He trailed his mouth down her throat to her fragrant cleavage. Dizzying need attacked his groin, but he managed to shake his head. “Not here. When I drive into you, you’ll be spread out on my king-sized bed, not sticking to the leather sectional.”

A giggle made her breasts tremble. His smile spread over her skin. Then he rolled onto his feet and reached for her.

“No, I’ll walk.”

“I want to feel you in my arms as I climb the stairs.”

She sat up, suddenly crossing her arms over her belly. “I’m too heavy for that.”

He gripped her wrist and launched her to her feet. Before her eyes could fully widen, he delivered a sound slap to her bare ass cheek. She hissed in shock.

“Don’t say that again. Your body—you—are perfect. But I’ll be nice and let you walk into my bedroom this time. Next? Don’t be so sure.” He stared into her hazy eyes.

From head to toe, he took stock of her reaction to his slap.

What have I done?

Worry clutched his chest. Would she walk out?

One thing was certain—he had to take himself out of the picture.

Slowly, he bent down, avoiding her gaze. He grabbed her clothes and placed them into her hands. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you back now.”