Halftime Husband (Sassy in the City 5)

Then I put a hand on her waist, and with other clasped her hand, as if we were dancing, and I backed her up until she was pressed against the wall. I meant it to be gentle but it was harder than I intended. She hit the drywall with a startled gasp.

Not giving her a chance to protest, I covered her mouth with mine and ran my hand down her side, over her hip, and inside her panties.

Chapter Four

Brandon was kissing me and teasing inside my panties and I almost giggled at the surreal quality of it all. I’d never thought I would see him again, and now here he was in my apartment and I was basically naked, gripping his hard biceps. This was a fantastic turn of Valentine’s Day events.

When I had reached for my wine, I had managed to tug off my nipple pasties with an urgent tear that hadn’t felt all that awesome, but was preferable to him attempting to remove them. Men hadn’t historically proven themselves capable of removing pasties without making it weird. My nipples were stinging a little, but that would go away in a second. Trying to be casual, I stuck the pasties to the wall next to me. I didn’t want to destroy the illusion that I was totally together. Brandon looked at me like I was nothing less than perfect and I kind of enjoyed that.

Then again, I had plowed into Brandon earlier at the bar. He probably had no illusions about me. At any rate, my quick maneuvering allowed him to kiss down my neck, over my cleavage, and pull a nipple into his mouth without any interruption. I closed my eyes so I could just enjoy the delicious sensations he was creating in me.

He smelled like the woods. Like he’d literally just stepped out of the pine trees in Minnesota and right on into my apartment. I wondered again how old he was, then realized it didn’t matter. It was just a coincidence that I had run in

to him. Literally. Nothing more. It wasn’t fate. It was a vagary. An odd happenstance. An accidental occurrence after a multitude of decisions.

I told my mind to shut up and just enjoy it.

Brandon was devoting a lot of attention to my nipples while his thumb stroked inside my panties, coaxing forth a damp response. “That feels good,” I murmured, aware I was letting him do the heavy lifting. I could be a more active participant, but it felt amazing just to be… tended to. “You turn me on so much.”

I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting but it wasn’t Brandon pulling back and wiping his bottom lip. The sudden removal of his body from my personal space had me aware how naked I was compared to him. “Tell me you’re taking off your pants,” I said, putting a heel on the wall and arching my back, arms at my sides. I knew how to show off what I had to full advantage.

“In a minute,” he said.

Before I could question why, Brandon was down on his knees in front of me. He kissed my navel, my inner thigh, then the other, sliding his tongue behind his trail of kisses. Then he eased my panties down until they fell of their own accord around my ankles. He leaned in, with a hovering, maddening tease, while I moved my hips, trying to encourage him. I could feel the hot exhale of his breath and I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me.

“Brandon,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Shh, in a second. I just want to feel you, drink you in.”

Where had this guy come from? He wasn’t like any man I’d ever been with. Maybe that said a lot about the crash-and-grab guys I had dated, but it said a lot about Brandon too. He didn’t need to rush.

His hands ran over my hips, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he pressed a soft kiss on my clit. I shivered.

“Brandon,” I repeated. “It’s been a second.”

He didn’t respond, just drove into me with the world’s most talented tongue.

Yes. I had thought something more along the lines of him pushing me into my bedroom and going from there. Instead, he had just dropped and was doing amazing, torturous, fantastic, sinful things to me with his mouth. I gripped the back of his head, needing to hold on to something as my legs buckled a little.

He was skillfully teasing over my clit, and down deep inside me, then back again. The cool air of my apartment should have made me cold, but I felt hot from the inside out. My nipples were tight, my skin heated. Goosebumps rose when he gently sucked on my clit. I gasped and tried to breathe.

“I’m going to—

I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before I was getting swept away by a tight, powerful orgasm.

“Oh,” I breathed as I held on to him.

He gripped my hips harder, big hands digging in, and he didn’t break his rhythm with his tongue, finishing me off.

As the waves of pleasure receded, I pushed him away, needing breathing room to recover. “Damn. I think I needed that,” I said.

He laughed softly, easing back. He brushed his hand over my sex and I shivered. Then he stood up, wiping his bottom lip. His eyes were filled with desire and I could see his cock was hard in his jeans.

The wall was holding me up otherwise I might have puddled onto the floor. It was a good thing I was used to wearing heels. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing deeply. “I told you that you’re overdressed,” I said.

“You’re one hundred percent correct.” He toed off his shoes, then undid his jeans and shoved them down. He reached down and pulled his feet out and removed his socks. “Have I told you that you’re gorgeous?”

“Maybe once but I wouldn’t object to hearing it again.”