No Reservations - Megan Hart [37]
Brandon kissed her slowly and thoroughly, then got off the bed. He wanted more than anything to get the hell out of that rat-trap motel, but he knew this was one of those now-or-never situations. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and straightened his back.
'I love you. I love being with you, and I love what we do. I'm not ashamed of any of it, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing it. With you.'
He could see her struggling.
'I like what we are together,' he said.
'I like it too. I love it. I love you. But I need some time to think about this.' He nodded again. 'OK. Well, I'll be at the Penny Pincher. Call me.' Her eyes narrowed again. 'You're really walking out?' 'I'm really walking out.'
She crossed her arms, one finger tapping against her elbow. She was trying to give him the face, but, though Brandon most always gave Leah what she wanted, this time was different.
'On the way up to this floor,' he said, 'Dix and I rode in the elevator with a man dressed like a zebra. Full-on latex and vinyl costume. Hooves. Ears. A mane. He had pink and purple stripes, he weighed about three hundred pounds. And he was totally living that moment, Leah. That guy ... he was absolutely overjoyed to be walking around dressed like a zebra.'
Her mouth tipped on one side. 'Please don't tell me you want to dress like a zebra.'
'No. My point is, he was happy to be what he was. He was OK with it. More than that, he was proud of what he was.' Brandon paused. 'I feel that way when I'm with you.'
He took a few steps towards the door. 'I know you can't say yes right now. But can you tell me that you're not saying no?' She nodded. 'If I told you to stay right now, would you?' He nodded after a second. 'Yes. If that's what you wanted.' 'But you really think you should leave.'
Yeah. I think I should.' He could stay. They'd make love again. She'd cuddle up to him all snuggly and contented and put off their conversation again and again.
Then leave,' Leah said with a lift of her chin. 'Go, if you think you have to.'
He nodded one last time, wondering if he were being the biggest douche in the world, or if this meant too much for him to give in right now. He back-stepped towards the door, watching her as he went. She didn't look away. She wasn't crying, at least. He couldn't have handled that.
'That guy,' Brandon said in the doorway. 'He knew who he was. Well, I know who I am, too.' 'I know who you are, Brandon.'
And you know who you are. So why can't we be those people together?' he asked her and waited for an answer he could see she tried, and failed, to give. 'I'll call you,' she told him.
He wasn't sure he believed her, but there wasn't much choice for him to do anything but go.
Chapter 9
She moved so they lay side by side instead of the traditional sixty-nine with her on top.
'Me first. I know how much you prefer one-at-a-time oral.' His voice held a smirk but also gentleness. Good sweet Clay Aiken she was a goner.
'I like to be able to enjoy it when you're eating my pussy and I can't with my face hovering over your cock and trying to balance and you know how I feel about you on top. I don't like balls in my face.'
He laughed then, relaxed and very sexy. 'Then come on up and sit on my face.'
'So romantic' She sat up and turned around, bending to kiss him because he was there and how could she resist that mouth of his?
'A man's mouth on a woman's cunt is very romantic. Her taste, the way she feels, the trust, all of it makes me want you more. No one smells like you, tastes like you. I'd do almost anything for you and your cunt.'
He said it with the corner of his mouth up in his normally sardonic smirk, but the words had a softness in them, a tenderness that felled her even as they freaked her out. Like what would he do? What a dangerous, slippery slope of girl issues that one little statement held.
Instead of thinking about it further, she did as he asked, scrambling atop him and fitting her cunt over his mouth. He gripped her ass, holding her in place just how he wanted and she found her balance, holding the newel