Taking Care of Business (18 page)

He stepped her back against the wall. The rough swirls of plaster poked her shoulder blades through her shirt, but Leah didn't care. Those big hands slid down to cup her ass. Then the left slid further, along the back of her thigh, to hook under her knee and raise her leg. Her skirt caught and Brandon used his other hand to push it higher.

His tongue stroked hers gently, but firmly. He was as skilled kissing her mouth as he'd been making her come with that tongue. He slanted his head to kiss her from a different angle, and the shift urged a small moan from her. He stopped at the sound and pulled back a little to look into her eyes.

'Take off my panties,' Leah whispered in a hoarse voice.

Without looking away from her, Brandon shifted his hands to slide beneath her skirt. His fingers hooked into the sides of the lace, but instead of pulling them down slowly, or even fast the way he'd done before, he yanked the flimsy material. Her entire body moved as the fabric held, then tore with a loud purr, drowned out by Leah's gasp.

The cool air on her hot skin urged out another breath from her. He was still staring down into her eyes, his expression dead serious. Lace fluttered against her legs as her panties fell to the floor in scraps she didn't look at. Now his bare palms skated up her bare thighs and around to her bare ass. At the feeling of his trousers against her bare cunt, Leah bit her lower lip.

'Touch me.'

His hand slid between them and she arched into the touch. Her hair snagged on the same rough plaster swirls and Leah reached up to yank it out of the twist she'd secured with hairpins. It tumbled down over her shoulders and face.

With her hair down, she always felt more sensual. The way the strands tickled her cheeks or the back of her neck or, if she was naked, her bare back, enhanced her desire. Pulling her hair down was a trigger for her, one she shamelessly used now though the way he was touching her meant she didn't need to trick her body into arousal.

His thumb unerringly found her clitoris and circled a moment before sliding lower. She was already slick, knew it without having to touch herself. Knew it by the way his eyes went a little wider when he touched her there, and how his mouth parted. Leah pushed herself against his hand, firm and urgent.

'Put your fingers inside me,' she told him. He did. 'Tell me how that feels.'

'Hot. Wet.'

She watched his throat work as he swallowed.

'Imagine it's your cock inside me.'

He groaned.

'Would you like that?' The question had only one right answer.

'Yes.' He leaned forwards but she turned her face so his mouth didn't reach hers, and he got it right away. He stopped his lips from touching her skin, just barely.

Power, sweet and heady, thrilled through her. He was picking up on all her cues. He could choose not to answer her. He could choose to walk away. He could even choose to ignore the unspoken rules she was laying out, but he wasn't, and knowing that whatever was happening between them was his choice, not something she was forcing on him, was so incredibly hot she was ready to come right then.

He shuddered against her. His hands moved under her ass and he lifted her, not so fast she couldn't react but without hesitation. He kissed her, hard, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

'Bed,' she ordered between scorching kisses and tapped his shoulder to point him in the right direction.

She thought for sure he'd stumble or have to put her down before they got across the suite's living area and into the bedroom, but he was strong. His arms corded with effort and she had to do her share of clinging to him, but they made it. They had to stop kissing when he lowered her to the bed though.

'Sorry,' he murmured as the landing was a little harder than he probably assumed she wanted.

Leah grabbed the knot of his tie and held him in place until he looked into her eyes. He put a hand on either side of her to keep himself from crushing her. 'All I ask is your best effort,' she said, her voice rough but calm and straightforward.

Honest. 'I'm asking you to fuck me, not choreograph a ballet. There are going to be missteps. I hope we get a little messy.'

His smile lit his face. 'Messy, I can do.'

This was going to be so much more fun than she'd even thought. Leah scooted back on to the bed, but when he made to follow, she put her foot, still in its black pump, on to his chest. His hand came up automatically to her ankle, but she didn't press her heel into his skin and he didn't try to knock her away.

'Stand up,' she said. 'Take off your tie. Then your shirt. I want to look at you.'

He looked a little sheepish, but he stood and loosened his tie. He tossed it on to the bed, then thumbed open the buttons of his shirt and let it hang open over a chest and abs that were as delicious as she'd hoped. He pulled the shirt off without turning the sleeves inside out and hung it neatly on the back of the chair.

'You take care of your things,' she noted.

Brandon paused, a hand on his belly, fingers splayed.

'Shouldn't I?'

'Some men don't.'

His hand moved in a small, hypnotising circle over the tight lines of his stomach. She watched the motion, thinking of how his skin would smell and taste, and of how he would sound if she buried her face in the patch of hair just below his belly button and leading to his crotch.

Something flickered in his gaze. 'I'm not some men.'

'You certainly aren't. Take off your pants.'

For an instant she thought he might balk at this step-by-step instruction, but Brandon only smiled. He went for his socks first, though, which wasn't what she'd told him to do but showed he was paying attention. A man in socks and underwear couldn't help looking ridiculous. In bare feet, he tugged his belt open, unzipped and stepped out of his dark trousers. He wore a pair of dark boxer briefs. And he did look fine.

'You fill those out very nicely,' Leah said, hoping to see him blush again.

He did, just a little, but didn't look away from her. 'Thanks.'

She got off the bed and walked around to him. She breathed in slow, languorous sips as she moved around him in a circle, one hand on his shoulder to act as her pivot point. When she let her fingers trail across his shoulder blades and down the other arm, his skin pricked into gooseflesh beneath her touch.

'You have a gorgeous body.' She wasn't trying to flatter him. It was the truth. 'You take care of yourself, too.'

His low laugh and the way he ducked his head endeared him to her. 'I try.'

What did she want? A smorgasbord of possibilities spread out in her mind, limited only by what she was willing to ask for. To demand, she thought with a secret smile, which he saw.

'Are you sure this is what you want?' He made a bracelet of his fingers for her wrist.

She didn't know how much she appreciated the question until she gave him the answer. 'Yes. I'm sure. Are you?'

He nodded, solemn.

'What do you want, baby?' The words slipped from her lips, slippery, like pulling beads on a string. She moved closer, very aware of how she was still dressed and he was mostly not. She reached to stroke her hand down the front of his briefs, the fabric soft but what lay beneath most definitely not. 'I want to hear you say it.'

'I want to be inside you.'

She shook her head slightly.

Brandon swallowed again. His gaze flared. The hint of a smile tugged that sweet mouth up, but he didn't give in. 'I want my dick inside you.'

'Dick is an ugly word,' she said and put his hand between her legs. 'Say, "I want my cock inside your cunt."'

He drew in a breath and let it out. She arched again into the magic his fingers were making between her legs. He bent his head to hers. Their cheeks touched, making heat. Maybe he was blushing. Maybe she was. His mouth found the curve of her ear.

'I want to put my cock in your cunt, Leah.' His voice snagged on the word, but not on her name. He nuzzled her lobe, then lower. She shivered. 'Please.'

She opened her mouth to speak but moaned, instead. Her arms wound tighter around his neck, holding him to her. 'God, yes. I want you to fuck me, Brandon,' she whispered, not believing the words spilling from her but unwilling to stop them.

This time when he pushed her on to the bed it was rougher but at the same time more graceful, one hand behind her head to keep her from falling. He moved over her, his mouth seeking hers. He captured her lips in a hard kiss, perfect, forcing her mouth to open for his tongue.

'Take off my shirt,' she whispered against his mouth, her fingers roaming his sides and over his ass.

Brandon sat up, straddling her. The bed dipped low on either side under his knees. His hands went to the buttons on her blouse and he opened the top two slowly. He bent his face to inhale her as he eased the buttons from the slots, then kissed each inch of exposed flesh as he pulled the fabric aside.

She wore a lacy bra that matched her panties, and with each breath her breasts threatened to surge free of the cups. Brandon kissed each one, then sat up again to help her arms out of the sleeves. He was as careful with her shirt as he'd been with his, folding it and setting it to one side.

'My skirt.'

He slid a hand beneath her to tug at the zipper and she lifted her hips to help him. When he pulled the fabric over her hips, his hands were shaking. When she lay, naked but for her bra and her elastic-topped stockings, he looked over her body, then at her face.

'Touch me,' she urged, almost unbearably aroused that he was waiting for her to give him permission.

Leah spread her legs as much as she could with him on top of her. She thought he would go right for her pussy; she hadn't been specific, after all, and she already knew he understood how much she liked his mouth there. He surprised her.

Brandon moved off her to kneel on the bed at her feet. He put his hands on her ankles, cupping them loosely, then moving up over her calves. Her thighs. Her hips. His fingers spread, palm flat, he smoothed over her belly and up her sides, over her breasts, to the dip of her collarbone and across her shoulders, then down her arms to end with his hands in hers.

The action had put him in an awkward position, one knee between her thighs and the other to the side. He leaned over her. She tightened her fingers in his.

'Kiss me.'

He did, without letting go of her hands.

In a smooth motion, Leah reversed them. She pushed upwards against his hands as she rolled, careful not to catch him in a tender place with her knee. She ended up on top of him. His cock throbbed through the soft cloth of his briefs against her bare pussy. Her thighs gripped his hips. Her hair fell forwards, shielding them both from seeing anything but each other's face as she leaned to kiss him again.

They were still holding hands.

She was on the pill and had never missed one, but she was also not stupid. She'd picked up the package of condoms from the hotel gift shop earlier that day. It was better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them . . . though no small part of her had known she would need them.

'I'm going to get up.' She looked into his eyes. 'I want you to be naked when I get back.'

His smile slayed her, utterly, so sweet and sexy and guileless and completely genuine. Band camp, her ass. This was the smile of a man who knew exactly what he was doing and how it affected her.

'Yes, ma'am.'

Her fingers squeezed his, hard, at his words.

'Do you like that?' he asked, his gaze searching hers. He tugged her a little closer so she had to let him support her weight with their linked hands or lurch forwards. She let him support her. 'You like me calling you that?'

She wasn't sure she wanted to like it, but there was no denying that she did.

Brandon's smile straightened a bit but didn't go away entirely. He lifted his face closer to hers, not quite kissing her but letting her kiss him if she wanted. His breath brushed her mouth. 'I like the way your skin flushes when you're turned on.'

'Do you?' She didn't kiss him, not quite.

The heat of his erection pressed between her legs. He pushed a little closer to her mouth but still didn't take the last fraction of an inch. 'Yes.'

She traced his upper lip with her tongue, then his lower, then sat up. He fell back, smiling. Leah got off him and went to the dresser where she'd stashed her make-up bag and the box inside. She pulled the package free. When she turned, he'd shucked his briefs and lay with his hands behind his head.

For an instant she envied him and that male comfort with his body, but then remembered she wore only a bra and stay-up stockings and hadn't even worried about the size of her ass or hips or tits. He had done that for her. Made her not think it mattered. Or maybe she'd done it for herself.

Now she let herself savour the sight of him. Long, long legs, long torso. He was smooth, with a few dark hairs on his chest around the nipples she wanted to suck and bite. He trimmed his pubic hair but didn't shave it, and she was glad. He was young enough. She didn't want to feel like she was fucking a schoolboy.

He watched her watching him and said nothing. His cock spoke for him, getting thicker as she watched. She'd like to put it in her mouth later. She'd like to hear him cry out her name.