The Payback (Team Zulu 2)

No. No it didn’t. It felt like he was seconds from losing control and railing me against every surface in the room until sunrise.

I made a small, anguished sound. Why did my mind have to conjure such deliciously tormenting thoughts?

My breaths came fast, but I remained speechless. All I could do was clench against the tightening sensation low in my belly while staring into Brandon’s heated gaze. I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but my hands were on his chest. My fingers dug into his black T-shirt, hanging on for dear life. I didn’t think he could get away from me if he tried.

His eyes dipped to where I clung to him, and hegrowled. Deep, primal, impatient.

A muscle ticced in Brandon’s jaw. “I need to hear it, Sage. Tell me you want me, too.”

“I want you,” I said without hesitation.

His blue eyes flared, revealing a flicker of surprise before his mouth crashed to mine.Holy mother of hotness. This was vastly different from the other night when Brandon had taunted me with slow, decadent kisses. Now, his lips met mine with so much passion and eagerness I damn near combusted in his arms.

I moaned into his mouth and clasped onto his muscular neck. Brandon’s scorching tongue caressed my lower lip, demanding access, which I was more than happy to give. I’d never been kissed with such unrestrained hunger before. It felt like a branding. As though Brandon’s lips had the power to change me forever. I should be terrified of the effect he had on me, except my mind and body were too immersed in the moment.

Brandon released my mouth only to shift to my throat. He inhaled deeply and kissed a path to the delicate skin behind my ear. “You smell so fucking good,” his deep voice grumbled.

“It’s probably my shampoo,” I said and wondered why the hell I had to mention hair products at a time like this.

“It’s not. It’s all you.” He nipped, then sucked a sensitive spot on my neck. Ten bucks said that’d leave a bruise. I kind of hoped it would.

Brandon tore my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. At least my pale-pink bra was a pretty one. Completely impractical for supporting the girls, but the hotel’s boutique only stocked sheer lingerie. My nipples pressed hard against the lace. Brandon noticed, if his intent stare was any indication.

“You can touch me,” I said between panting breaths.

Greedy palms met my skin and roamed freely. “I want to do a lot more than touch you.”

“I want that, too.”

That earned me another growl, as if my words tipped Brandon over some invisible boundary. “You should be careful what you wish for. I’m not going to let you out of this bed for days.”

I tore his T-shirt over his head, too. Although I’d seen his shirtless perfection before, I’d never tire of looking at him. And now, I got to touch. I wasted no time running my hands over his pecs, then up over the smooth, tan skin of his shoulders. I wanted to run my tongue along each firm crest and ridge of his abs.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but if you keep looking at me like that, I can’t make any promises.”

“Who said I wanted a gentleman?” My gaze locked with his, and all signs of playful Brandon vanished. His expression filled with ravenous craving.

One moment we were in the middle of the hallway, the next he had me pushed against the wall. With one hand on my ass, he pressed his body flush against mine. His rock-hard length strained against my lower belly. Both of us breathed heavily as he grabbed my thigh and hooked it around his hips, driving his hardness into me. I moaned at the feel of him, at the pressure already rising within me.

Brandon pressed his forehead to mine. “This is what you do to me, Sage. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

His words lit a wildfire inside me. I reached for his face and drew him toward me. Then his lips were on mine again. Giving. Taking. Claiming. I ground myself against him, needing more. Desperate for it.

“You like the feel of that?” he asked.

“Yes.” Another pulse against my core, another strained cry from my throat. “Feels so good.”

“I know what you need, Sage. Let me give it to you.” Our mouths met, and his tongue caressed mine. Slow, deep, perfect. “You have no idea how much pleasure it’ll give me to watch you come.”

Brandon’s hand shifted between us, and he palmed the apex of my thighs. His fingers stroked achingly close to where I wanted them to be.

I pressed into him. “More,” I demanded.

He obliged by unbuttoning the fly of my jeans, dipping his hand inside, and caressing along the thin barrier of my underwear. “Fuck,” he said when he found the silk soaked through. He slid the thin strip of material to the side and stroked the slick seam of my folds. My legs almost buckled at his touch.

“So wet. So fucking sweet.”

I clung to his neck as those talented fingers explored gently, taking me higher. A sharp breath escaped me when one long, thick finger plunged deep inside.