No Reservations - Megan Hart [51]
Part of her had known without question he would come at her command. Part had wondered if she'd pushed him too far, finally, and if he'd rebel by not showing up. The uncertain part had been bigger than she wanted to admit, because at the sight of him, Leah let out a low, slow breath of relief.
'Did you have a good time with Dix?'
Brandon smiled. Fuck, she was such a sucker for that grin. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the floor. Her gaze followed it, then looked back to his face. Oh, she was in over her head this time. And she totally didn't care.
Off came his buttoned shirt to follow the jacket into a heap on the floor. Brandon tilted his head to look at her. 'Should I be doing this to music?'
Oh how much she loved him, for something as simple as a tossaway line of self-deprecating humour. Leah laughed, more relief sweeping through her. Things were going to be OK. 'No. I've had enough of that tonight.'
'You sure?' He swivelled his hips, i could put on some Lil Wayne. Rock your world.' 'Come here, Brandon.'
He did at once, stepping up against her, his hands on her ass and rubbing through the denim of her jeans. 'Yes.'
She'd taken off her shoes and had to stand on her tiptoes to find his mouth. He tasted of beer and smoke and whiskey and Leah retreated a little even as his lips followed hers. 'What did you and Dix get up to?'
Brandon nuzzled her neck as his hands caressed her rear. 'Decadence. Naked women, booze. Cigars. Oh, and before that, we had . . . steak.'
His tongue slid along her throat and Leah let her head fall back to give him free access. 'My God. No. Not steak. How can you come here and face me after that?'
'I feel so dirty,' Brandon said against her skin as his hands roved higher and pulled her closer. His teeth pressed her skin and Leah held her breath, her nipples tight and her cunt throbbing.
Leah wasn't much into punishment, even for play, and truthfully, there'd been few enough times Brandon had failed her in any way major enough to warrant something like that. She laughed, though, low and throaty, and pushed back from him even though denying him access to her body was just as bad for her.
Naughty,' she told him just to watch his eyes flash, if you're so dirty, maybe you should clean up.'
Her gaze flicked to the open bathroom door. It wasn't a bad idea. The smell of the club still clung to her clothes and she was pretty sure the seat of her jeans had oil stains on them. Besides, the bathroom in this suite was orgasmic. 'Huh,' Brandon said with a quirk of his mouth. 'Maybe you're right.'
Leah took a couple steps back, watching him, but his long arm snaked out to grab her wrist and draw her back to him. He kissed her, not hard, but thoroughly. His tongue stroked hers, and she stifled a moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
He started walking her towards the bathroom, step by step, breaking the kiss just long enough to reach upwards over his shoulder and pull off his T-shirt. Leah's feet hit cool tile as her hands found Brandon's warm, bare chest and tight nipples.
She tweaked one and it hardened further under her fingers. She had to taste him, her desire sudden. Urgent. She kissed his chest and licked his nipple, then skidded her teeth over his flesh. His hand cradled the back of her head as she looked up at him.
I I want to suck you,' she breathed against his belly, where the muscles jumped at her touch. 'But first. Shower.'
He looked that way and let out a long, low groan of pleasure that made her laugh and straighten.
'Brandon!'
'Look at it,' he said, awed at the glass brick and waterfall showerhead. 'Steam jets, Leah. And it's so big.'
'Big enough for you, baby, I know,' she teased. 'You won't have to crouch down. But I might expect you on your knees.'
He kissed her again, i think I could live in a shower like that.'
'Take off the rest of your clothes,' Leah told him. Her heart skipped as her voice lowered and he responded by sliding his tongue over his bottom lip. 'Turn on the water