“You’re amazing,” he said, his expression going suddenly serious.
I felt his hands on me, holding me with such strength and youth and vigor. I was still still reeling. Still giddy. Even so, I understood the gravity of what was about to happen.
“Brandon, I—”
Our faces came together, our lips pressing hotly against one another in a single, effortless movement. There was no stopping it. Nothing to keep the forces of attraction from finally exerting themselves against us.
Oh God…
His mouth closed over mine, and suddenly I was breathing his breath. Whimpering into his mouth as he nibbled slowly and sensually at my bottom lip.
What are you doing?
My mind spun away. My heart, still racing from the thrill of our chase, continued along its crazy, pounding rhythm.
Instead of stopping our bodies writhed, churning together. The whole thing was hungry. Driven by insatiable levels of need and desire. Tempered by a whole month’s worth of holding back, of trying to deny or suppress the feelings and emotions that had somehow always been there.
Brandon’s hand went to my face, and his touch was astonishingly gentle. I inhaled his scent, all musk and masculinity. The fire crackled. The earth stood still. The whole world could’ve come crashing down around us, and I don’t think either of us would’ve even flinched.
You have GOT to stop!
His tongue slipped past my lips, probing against mine. I returned the favor, kissing him back with with equal if not even more passion and longing. Everything about the beautiful football player was indescribably hot. I could feel his own heart beating against mine. Thumping along my skin as he crushed me against his powerful chest.
“I’ve wanted you,” he murmured softly. My whole body jumped as one big hand settled over my ass. “Since the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you…”
His palm slid downward, over the back of my stockinged thigh. It curved inward. Then upward…
This more than kissing, my mind warned. This is…
His fingers slipped between my legs, where they found the sopping wet fabric of my tiny white thong. They pressed against it firmly, insistently, as if seeking permission.
Brandon…
My legs parted. First a little, and then—
“AHEM!”
The noise jolted us so hard we nearly shit ourselves! Brandon and I rolled over and bolted upright. But not before the complicated process of untangling ourselves from each other.
“And just what the hell do we have here?”
I didn’t need to hear the voice to know who it was. Hunter stood over us, looking down with his arms crossed. Not far behind him stood Colin. Both their faces were painted with the same expression of anger and disappointment… even jealousy.
“Brandon,” Hunter said gravely. His lips were tight. His mouth twisted in a grimace of what could be pain… or something far, far worse.
“Yeah?”
“Get up.”
Eighteen
COLIN
Brandon stood quickly, awkwardly, his hands at his sides. He lowered his head.
“It’s… it’s not…”
“Not what it looks like?” Hunter shouted. “Are you shitting me? Was that what you were about to say?”