Any minute he’d laugh and say, “You didn’t really think I was going to give you all this, did you?”
“Thank you for doing this for me.” He tentatively reached out and pressed his hand over my belly where our child…or technically, his child, grew.
“Do you really think this child is all you’re going to want in life?” I chastised myself for asking.
He looked into my eyes like he was searching for something. Finally, he said, “No. But right now, it’s all I’ve got. All any of us have is right here, right now.”
I had no clue what he meant, but that didn’t stop my heart from hoping he was including me in his right here and right now. Maybe he was softening to me like I had to him.
After all, he’d done all these nice things. Granted, the money was part of the deal, but the flowers, jewelry and clothes weren’t.
His hand moved to my back, gently caressing. “Right here and right now it’s just us, Anne.”
My heart did a loopy-loo, even as my brain was telling me to put the brakes on my emotions.
Just a minute, I told my brain.
For just a minute, I wanted to pretend that all this was real.
It was stupid. How many times had I pretended my father and brother loved me only to get my heart broken? The same would happen with Bran. But maybe just for a brief moment in time, I could have what I was clearly never going to achieve in the real world.
I’d leaned in and kissed him before I’d even realized it. For a second, I’d panicked that I’d gone too far in my fantasy, but Bran’s hand tugged me close as his mouth slanted to take the kiss deeper. I moaned. He moaned.
When we talked, we frequently were on each other's nerves. But when we said nothing and let our bodies communicate, it was like magic.
He must have known it too, as he didn’t say anything as he lay me back on the bed and undressed me. My hands roamed over his body, helping him undress and then touching as much of him as I could reach. His skin was hot and firm under my hands.
“There’s a lot I have to give,” he murmured against my throat as his lips trailed down.
I didn’t know what he meant. Did he mean financially or sexually? Since we were naked, I decided he meant sex.
“I want it.”
He let out a growl. His hands gripped my breasts, kneading and pinching them as his lips sucked one, then the other nipple, until I was writhing and begging him for me.
He slid down my body, his lips kissing my belly as he pushed my legs open and settled his shoulders between them.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Anne.”
I let out a frustrated groan. “Promises, promises.”
I swore I heard him chuckle.
But I couldn’t respond because his mouth was on my pussy, doing the most amazing things. My hips rocked, seeking more of him. More of his lips and tongue licking and sucking.
“Oh God, Bran.” I gripped his head, holding him to me so he couldn’t stop. I didn’t ever want him to stop.
“Come Anne. Come and let me drink your sweet juices.” His finger slid inside me as his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.
“Bran!” I screamed out his name as pleasure blew through me like a tornado. My body went taut and then shook and convulsed as the sweetest sensations echoed out from my pussy to every nerve ending in my body.
My mind was a whirl, so when he whispered something, I couldn’t be sure what it was. But I thought he’d said, “Mine.”
If only that could be true.