The Day to Remember (6 page)

I gasped at
his bold suggestive statement; his hot breathe in my ear stirred a familiar desire in the pit of my stomach. I was beyond turned on. Without a second thought, I grabbed his gorgeous face with both hands and pulled him down towards me. I was desperate for his lips on mine—I yearned to taste him and for him to taste me. When his mouth enveloped mine, I felt an electric current pulse between our connection. My lips moved against his eagerly, and with every growing second, they were hungry for more of him. His tongue parted me and I eagerly took him in. As our kiss deepen, I felt the hardness grow in his jeans as his hands brushed through my hair and explored my back.

“I want you now,” I said in a ragged whisper as I tried to pull him toward my bed on the opposite end of the room.

Brandon resisted my movement towards the bed and gently pulled away from me. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, Emma, but—”

“Actually, I do,”
I purred, interrupting him and rubbed my hand against the ever-growing bulge that pressed against his jeans on the other side.

Brandon groaned, “Don’t tempt me, Emma, or I won’t be able to hold back
any longer if you do.”

I was about to protest
, but he held his hand to my lips. “I want to show you something first.” He gestured to the closed bathroom door, and it wasn’t until then that I remember why I got up from the couch in the first place.

“Ok, what is it?” I asked
uncertainly. I thought about what he must have been doing in the bathroom just minutes ago and I grimaced.

“Open the door and you’ll find out,” he prompted as he stood behind me facing the door.
I looked back at him with confusion and he chuckled. I turned to the door to open it, and was prepared to hold my breath to avoid smelling anything. But instead, I gasped. Two dozen candles of various sizes were lit around my bathroom, their reflection danced against the white, porcelain-tile walls surrounding the clawfoot bathtub. The bathtub was filled to the brim with rich layers of bubbles. The air was steamy and an inviting aroma of lavender oil greeted my nose.

I turned
around to look at him, “You did all this?”

He nodded and smiled
. He walked over to a small portable radio on the sink and turned it on. Soft jazz music began to play seductively as he turned to me and gave me a breath-taking smile. “I wanted to do something special for you to help you relax.”

I felt my body
melt at the pleasant surprise. “Wow, you’re too good to be true.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” he teased.

I laughed and then paused. “But where did all this come from?” I asked. “I don’t remember you bringing any of this stuff with you tonight.”

Brandon chuckled, “T
hat’s because I was stealthy.”

I laughed. “No really,
how did you sneak this all in?”

“You were just too distracted by my charm, good looks, and body. I could
seriously get anything by you,” he continued to tease.

I hit his arm playfull
y. “Tell me,” I demanded.

“Ouch, don’t hurt me,”
Brandon faked a grimace and then gave an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, if you really must know, you were busy with the flowers when I arrived, so you didn’t see me holding a bag, and when you went to the kitchen to get a vase, I put the bag in the bathtub.”

I made a feigned expression of hurt on my
face, “So you’re telling me the flowers were a decoy?”

“Hey, don’t say it like that. They came from the heart,” Brandon said between fits of laughter
as he pressed one hand against his chest. “But,” dragging out the word, “I do have to admit, they were convenient.”

I laughed and shoo
k my head as I rolled my eyes. I then looked at the inviting bathtub and smiled. “This is so sweet of you.”

“I try.” He pulled me into his embrace and gently kissed my forehead.

Then, I realized something and I started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as he gave me a curious look of
amusement.

“
Well, I have to admit that earlier, when you were in here for such a long time, I was wondering what you must have been doing in here.” Then I laughed again and gave him a teasing frown, “I was feeling a little uncomfortable that you had quickly gotten
that
comfortable with me.”

Brandon
laughed when he realized what I was implying. “But isn’t being comfortable with one another a good thing?” he cajoled as he playfully pulled me towards him again for a hug.

“Well, there’s comfortable, and then there’s
too
comfortable.” I laughed.

“Touché. Look at you, always thinking the worst of me.”

I stopped laughing and looked up at him, “I’m sorry, Brandon.”

“Emma, I was just teasing.”

“I know that. What I meant was—”

“
Emma, you don’t need to explain,” he said, interrupting my attempt at an apology. “I just want you to enjoy this bubble bath before the water gets cold. Don’t let all my hard work go to waste,” he teased.

“Aren’
t you going to join me?” I asked, hoping he would say yes. Before he could respond, I gave him a devious smile and started pulling off his t-shirt over his head. I wasn’t about to let him say no.

He chuckled when I started unbuttoning his jeans. “Well, this was really just supposed to be for you, and for you to relax.” He then gave an exaggerated huff
and said in a serious tone, “But I
guess
sacrifices must be made in the call of duty.” He pushed down his jeans and kicked them to the side.

I giggled, “Life must be so hard for you, Mr. Fisher.” I
slowly ran my fingers first down his hard, smooth pecks, then down his ripped six-pack abs, and then slowly back up and across his broad muscular shoulders.

“
I know,” he said in a slow and ragged voice. “It’s not every day you’re forced to get in a bathtub with the naked hot girl of your dreams.” He pulled me towards his half-naked body and I felt his hard erection against my thigh, which ignited a growing need at the pit of my stomach.

“Who said I was going to be naked?” I laughed.

“I did,” Brandon said as he pulled my shirt off me. Then his lips and tongue gently traced an invisible line across my bared neck and shoulders as he slowly pulled down my bra straps. A second later, I felt my bra fall to the ground and I inhaled sharply as his wet lips found their way to one of my breast as his hand kneaded the other. My body arched against his touch as my hands grabbed tightly onto his rich, brown hair, urging for him lower to explore more of me.

Brandon looked
up at me, his eyes glinting with sparks of desire. “Let’s slow it down.” His voice was ragged and I knew he didn’t mean it.

As if confirming my thoughts, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs. His face lingered in front of my panties
as he breathed me in. “The things I could do to you, Emma.” I could hear the need and restraint in his voice, and I felt all my blood rushing down between my legs, towards the exact spot that was currently inches away from his lips. I moaned as I felt his hot breath on my inner thigh. He slowly pulled down my panties and looked up at me, his smoldering, brown eyes were wild with hot intensity.

“I need you
now,” I begged as I backed up against the wall and spread my legs wider, desperate for a part of him to be inside of me. He gently ran his fingertips up the inner parts of my leg towards my pleasure spot, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt two of his rough, skilled fingers enter me and I cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,
” he groaned. He moved his fingers in and out of me with increasing momentum as his tongue explored and tasted me. My body convulsed as the ripples of pleasure built inside me. “God, Brandon. I’m about to come,” I moaned.

“Yes, come for me, baby,” he growled as he watched my
body quiver with pleasure.

“But … but I want you inside me. I want you to come with me.” My voice was shaky and I gasped each time his fingers entered me
, each time a little deeper and more forceful than the last.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have time for that.”
I met his wild, intense gaze as I felt my body spasm into ecstasy. “Oh. God. Brandon,” I screamed as my body tightened around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through me. Finally, I felt my body grow limp as I held onto him.

“I love it when you come.” Brandon grinned as he slowly removed his fingers
from inside me and licked them, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now let’s get you in that bathtub before I can’t bear it anymore and take you against the bathroom wall.”

Even in the fog
of my delirious comedown from pleasure, I was turned on by his words and wanted every inch of him to be inside me—deep inside me. My breath caught as I watched his manhood spring out into view as he pulled down his boxer brief. He was very hard. He was very ready. I felt myself tighten in anticipation below. I was ready for him.

We stepped into the tub and as I sunk into the
hot water, I sighed as I felt my body instantly relax. Brandon faced me from the other side of the tub and our legs entangled around each other. We smiled at each other, and I realized how happy he made me.

“You’re amazing, Brandon Fisher,” I whispered. “Thank you for being you.”

“It’s easy to be myself when I’m with you, Emma.”

I shook my head in disagreement, “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re so patient with me, even when I’ve thought the worst of you.
I’m really sorry for being so melodramatic when Desiree showed up at your place the other morning.” I looked at him, hoping he can see the regret in my eyes.

“
Emma, you have nothing to apologize for.” His warm, brown eyes were inviting and sincere, and I felt myself fall even deeper for him.
How is he so forgiving? How is he so perfect?

“But I do,” I corrected him. “I’m sorry for not
believing in you—in us. For running out that morning without giving you a chance to explain. For automatically believing in her when she claimed she was your girlfriend.” I paused and felt tears well up in my eyes as a flood of emotions washed through me as I grappled at my words. “I should have at least heard your side of the story instead of running away and ignoring you. I totally overreacted, and I feel ashamed for not believing in you, especially when you haven’t given me any reason to doubt you.”

There was a look in Brandon’s eyes that I couldn’t understand.
Would he truly forgive me for being such a drama queen?

“Emma, it’s in the past. I’m just glad th
at we got everything cleared up.”

“
I know, but I do owe you an apology. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I’m sorry for being so immature sometimes. I just have a hard time trusting people, especially men, and I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. You didn’t deserve that from me.”

“It’s okay, Emma. I understand where you’re coming from,” Brandon said softly. “You’ve had some bad run-ins with men in the past, so I get it. And your reaction was completely understandable. If it makes you feel any better, you’re the only person I would want
showing up unannounced at my place, and preferably in a trench coat and nothing else,” he smiled and gave me a wink.

“Thank
s,” I laughed. I loved how easygoing he was and how comfortable he made me feel. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I stop by your place unannounced.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said.

The flames from the candles twinkled in his eyes as he stared at me. His facial feature were chiseled and defined, softened by those deep, gorgeous dimples that made my body melt. He had moments earlier combed through his dark, brown locks with his hands, leaving them brushed back and partially wet, making him look incredibly sexy. I sighed as I took the image of him in. He was perfect—beyond handsome—and he wanted to be with me.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

“I … I was just wondering if you, um, played the guitar,” I managed to finally say. I wasn’t going to admit that I was admiring his sexiness and wondering why he wanted to be with me.

“The guitar?” He looked at me with amusement. “Why? Do you have a thing for guys playing the guitar?”

I laughed, “A little. I guess the image of you in a guitar just popped into my head, and I was curious.” He didn’t have to know the image of him playing a guitar came from a dream-turned-nightmare I recently of him.

“Sorry kid, but your boyfriend doesn’t know how to play a guitar. Worst boyfriend ever,
I know,” he teased.

“Darn, so you’re not perfect after all,” I feigned a look of disappointment.

Brandon chuckled. “Maybe someday. Maybe someday I’ll surprise you and play the guitar for you.”

“Well if you tell me, then how is that a surprise?”

“Be nice.”

I giggled. I smiled at him. “Hey, are you free next weekend?”