Strictly Professional (22 page)

The baby began to fuss and Brandon released his hold on the back of her head where he’d wrapped his hand in her hair.

His hot gaze raked over her bare breast and the nipple tightened although she didn’t want to speculate whether it was from the cooler air since the baby had released it, or from the heat in his eyes.

She moved Marcus to the other breast, but Brandon’s head came down and caught the still-uncovered nipple between his lips and sucked.

Oh, God!

His tongue flicked against the hard nub and a tortured groan slipped from between her lips. Her sundress did nothing to hide her from his hands when he slipped one along her exposed leg. His finger dipped between the elastic of her underwear to slide across her clit and she almost screamed her need.

He lifted his head and caught her gaze. “Someone’s awfully wet for not needing me.” One finger dove inside her pussy and she whimpered. “If you’re still awake when I get home in the morning, I’m sure we can take care of that little problem.” He pulled his hand away and she fought the urge to grab him by the shirt and force him to make her cum.

“Bastard,” she grumbled.

He laughed and walked out of her bedroom.

* * * *

The baby finished eating as the morning sun peeked through the window and she fought the desire rushing through her. Brandon would be home soon and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to take him up on his offer or ignore him and go to sleep.

Yeah, right. Like that’s going to happen after he tortured me last night before he left for work.

She’d cussed him for several minutes after he left, knowing she would be lying there in sexual frustration for a long time. Even the hot bath she had enjoyed after the baby went to sleep didn’t release her from the need zipping along her nerves.

“There you go, sugar. Sleep well, my little pumpkin,” she whispered when she laid the baby in his crib and kissed his cheek.

The front door opened then closed.

Brandon.

His keys hit the kitchen counter top with a clank and she thought for sure her knees would give out.

God, I want him!

She sucked in a ragged breath and closed her eyes while she listened to his movements downstairs. He opened the refrigerator for a moment and then she heard a plunk of a glass bowl. She smiled.

He’s hungry. Mmm...so am I, but not for food.

Gathering her pride around her, she headed for the stairs.

She stopped at the top and let her gaze roam over his broad shoulders, wide chest, and yummy abdomen before she focused on what she wanted. He cleared his throat and her stare returned to his expressive blue eyes that now crinkled at the corners when he smiled up at her.

Damn dimples.

The steps stretched in front of her, daring her, begging her to take them two at a time to reach his side and let him bank the fire raging inside of her. Her silky bathrobe swirled around her legs and caressed the skin like his hands would do.

One eyebrow arched in question when she started down the stairs. Before she had a chance to change her mind, she grabbed the front of his scrub shirt, yanked his head down with a hand on the back of his head, and slanted her mouth over his.

He groaned in response and plunged his tongue between her lips to dance with hers while one hand found her breast. She pushed against his palm, asking for the pressure of his fingers without words as she moaned into his mouth. He grazed his lips along her cheek until he found the shell of her ear. His warm breath sent shivers down her back and she bit her lip to stifle the whimper in her throat.

The cold surface of the counter met her bare ass and she inhaled sharply.

When had he managed to get her underwear off and her robe up?
She didn’t know and she didn’t really care. If only he took care of the raging need threatening to rip her apart, he could do whatever he wanted.

“Brandon, please.”

His lips skimmed down her neck to her straining nipple and she moaned when he took it in his mouth. She held his head against her chest, wanting the pressure building between her thighs to ease. Fingers tickled up her leg and then dove between her pussy lips. She wiggled her butt, trying desperately to get close to him.

“Mmm...I’ve missed you, baby,” he murmured against her.

“Me too. God, Brandon, please.”

“What do you want?” he chuckled before his mouth claimed the other straining nub while his fingers slipped in and out of her clenching pussy.

“Your mouth.” He lifted his head and smiled.

“Where?”

“Between my thighs.”

His fingers drove into her heat—in and out—in and out. “Someone’s naughty.”

“Stop torturing me.”

“Lay back.” The cold counter on her skin made her suck in a ragged breath. The sensation of his warm hands and mouth on her flesh and the cold on her back made her moan.

He nipped at her thighs while he worked his way closer to her dripping center. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted a man more than she did Brandon right now. He knew exactly what to do to drive her over the edge, but he certainly took his time doing it. “Brandon...”

His tongue found her clit and she arched her back. The moment he toggled it with the tip then dove inside her pussy with its entire length, she couldn’t hold back as her climax hit her like a wave crashing over jagged rocks.

He lapped every drop she spilled until she only lay quivering beneath him. He licked his way up her abdomen, played at her belly button for a moment before he continued to her breast, sucked the nipple between his lips, and then continued to her mouth. She opened her eyes when he put his forehead against hers and his mouth hovered near her lips.

“You’re mine, Savannah.”

She whimpered when the head of his cock bumped against her pussy.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Brandon. I need you. God! Please fuck me before I lose my mind.”

He slipped inside her with a soft chuckle and then a moan as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Oh my Lord, this is heaven.

Her muscles stretched to accommodate his girth after the birth of the baby.

She opened her eyes when he didn’t move.

“You okay?”

A silly smile tripped across her lips. “Better than okay. God, that feels incredible. It’s been too damned long.” He rocked his hips slightly and she whimpered.

“We can’t wait this long again. I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t. Fuck me hard. I want to feel every inch of you.” A tortured moan ripped from his mouth. “We can do it again later.”

He rocked his hips, slamming his pelvis against hers, giving her everything she wanted and more. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Come for me, Savannah. I want to feel you milk me dry, baby.” She squeezed her vaginal muscles and heard him whisper, “That’s it. Yeesss!”

She couldn’t stop the tidal waves rolling over her as her climax rippled from her toes, up her legs, and crash through her belly on a scream of his name.

* * * *

His fingers caressed her bare arm while she rested her head on his chest. “You should sleep.”

“Mmm...I will. I want to enjoy this.”

She smiled against his skin before she peppered kisses across the muscles beneath her.

“If you start that again, I won’t be sleeping for at least another hour.”

“Only an hour? Are you saying you can’t go longer than that?”

He flipped her over onto her back and held her hands above her head with one of his and let his palm slide over her already hard nipple. “Witch.”

"Oh but you love it and you know it."

"That I do, sweetheart."

Releasing her hands, he settled between the parted thighs and tongued the hard nub.

Soft moans vibrated against her skin.

"I love when you do that," she whispered, closing her eyes and letting him have his way. "More."

"Insatiable."

"Only for you."

Kissing his way down, he flicked his tongue into her belly button, and nibbled her belly with his teeth until he centered over the flesh begging for his touch.

Cream slid from her pussy in anticipation of his mouth.

"Mmm…what do we have here?"

A quick flick of his tongue on her already throbbing clit sent her hips in motion. Two fingers torturously slipped inside. A third finger nudged at her back hole.

"Vannah?"

Her only answered came out in a whimper.

"Baby, will you let me have your ass?"

Senses returned for a split second.

Anal Sex? Holy hell yes!

"Oh, God, yes."

With a soft chuckle, the warmth of his lips on her clit disappeared and she fought the groan of disappointment in her throat.

Crawling across her, he pulled open a small nightstand drawer.

"Lubrication."

"Good idea. It's been a while and with the baby…"

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"You have no idea how bad I want you. I love anal sex, Brandon and I want it with you."

"Roll over."

On her stomach, ass in the air, she wondered what he thought. Her body had softened some with the birth of their son and it made her self-conscious. From the ferocious growls and groans coming from his mouth, she figured he didn't mind.

Cool liquid slid between her ass cheeks. The sensation of his fingers dipping and swirling it over her skin made her wiggle and push against the pressure of his fingers.

"Lordy, you're tight, baby."

"It's been a while," she whispered.

"That is so sexy. You have no idea how fabulous this view is."

She glanced over her shoulder to see him sitting between her parted thighs, oogling her pussy. Rough tongue licked from clit to vagina and she moaned.

"Get busy mister. I'm dying here."

Two fingers slipped past the ring of muscles.

Oh, boy.

"Brandon, please."

"I need to make sure you're ready."

"I'm ready. Oh lord, am I ready."

A soft chuckle met her ears as his fingers disappeared. The warm skin of his chest rolled over her back. Rock hard cock bumped at her entrance and slowly penetrated.

"Push back," he murmured against her neck. "Relax."

"I'm trying, but God, it feels incredible."

The measured rock of his hips eased.