I nodded, agreeing but confused.
“And you’re smart. You’re independent.”
I tilted my head sideways. “Are you sure you’re ok? You aren’t making any sense.”
His hands twisted in my hair as he drew my lips to his. “You’re exactly what I need. You’re exactly what I’ve been craving.”
I moaned as his lips crushed mine. The kiss spread fire through my limbs, coating my veins with more want than I knew existed. My hands flew to his neck, clinging to him, coaxing him closer as our mouths devoured each other.
His teeth nipped at my throat as he trailed over my collarbone and kissed behind my ear and shoulder. His hands coasted over my hips.
“I don’t know what’s happening.” My head reeled back as I felt his fingers tug at the hem of my shirt and drag it over my head.
He kneeled to the floor, planting kisses against my flesh. He inched upward, taking my breasts in his hands. “You’re perfect, Gretchen.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not. Stop saying that.”
I looked down as his rough hands landed on my breasts. His fingers were peeling the fabric down and I felt one nipple freed and then the other. I had a thousand protests in the back of my throat. Reasons I shouldn’t be getting ready to have sex with this man who was practically a stranger. Reasons his mouth shouldn’t be on my tits. Reasons I shouldn’t crave him, but he began to suck slowly. So slowly I could feel my nipple perk in his mouth.
Once his tongue began to flick and twirl over it, I knew the reasons were lost.
“Oh, God.” I reached for his neck.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you.” He stood to face me. “Just like that.” He rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb, and I whimpered at his touch.
Brett lifted me against his chest. “Where is your bed?” His eyes raked over my chest.
“The last door,” I breathed, bringing his lips to mine.
I knew as he walked along the hall I was saying yes to everything he wanted to do. I could care less about the chemical reactions snapping through my body. I didn’t care about pheromones or testosterone. I wanted him to take me to bed. I wanted to shed all the walls that kept me from experiencing life. The ones that made me analyze every little situation.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” he growled.”
“Really?”
“Mmmhmm. Ever since I left you here this morning.” He laid me across the bed. His hungry lips kissed between my breasts, along my stomach and against my hips. His fingers yanked at the waistband of my yoga pants until they were piled on the floor.
His hot breath trailed between my legs. He cupped against the silky fabric, already wet. I felt his fingers hook on my panties as he jerked them over my thighs.
It had been so long. So long since a man had looked at me the way Brett did. So long since I had been kissed. And so long since I felt the bliss of a man between my legs.
“Ohh.” I let out a ragged sigh as his fingers began to slide between my folds, circling my nub before massaging at my entrance. I bucked toward him, my hips rocking to meet his rhythm.
He watched me. “I said I’m going to taste you.”
I closed my eyes, as Brett’s hands landed on the inside of my thighs and began to pry my legs wide. Then I felt the lightning strokes of his tongue as he began to lick between my legs, tracing the lines of my velvet petals.
I reached for his head, needing to grip something. Needing to tell him how good he was making me feel.
His tongue plunged inside me and I immediately clenched at it. He dipped in and out, licking and sucking until I felt the delicious waves begin to consume me. His tongue flicked over my bud until the sensations rolled through me in giant bursts of color.
“Ohh,” I moaned. “Yes, God, yes.”
Brett kept me pinned to the bed, lashing his tongue against me until the last wave of my orgasm stilled.
He licked along my thigh and planted a kiss at the top of my knee.
His eyes blazed with lust. “Do you like how that feels?”