The Payback (Team Zulu 2)

“Yeah, we’re going to need them all” was his response to my silent question. Tingles shot up my spine at his stern expression.Holy crap. He wasn’t even joking.

“Maybe not,” I said and almost laughed when Brandon froze, probably thinking I was about to hit the brakes again. Not a chance. “I have an IUD, and I’ve never had sex bare before.”

“Me either.” He joined me back on the bed and cupped my jaw as he ran his thumb over my cheek. “You’d let me do that?”

“Yes.” There was zero hesitation in my answer. I trusted Brandon wholeheartedly.

Warmth pooled low in my belly. We were really going to do this. Brandon sat up and tore my cami over my head before dragging my pajama shorts and panties down my legs. “So fucking beautiful.” His eyes flared as he took in my breasts before shifting lower. “Everywhere,” he added when his gaze landed between my thighs.

Any uneasiness at being utterly exposed fled at his words. I’d never been shy in the bedroom. And I wouldn’t be now with this gorgeous man ready to make my wildest fantasies come true. All I had to do was ask, and he’d do anything for me. I was sure of it.

I jerked my chin toward him. “Take your shirt off.”

He yanked the black thermal over his head. Every muscle in his torso flexed.

“You’re beautiful, too,” I said because I’d never been more attracted to a man in all my life. Brandon’s chest wasn’t that of a male model. He had too many scars. Each blemish and honed muscle was a piece of his life story, and in my eyes, his warrior’s body was as much a lethal weapon as it was a mesmerizing work of art. It ought to be sculpted in clay and put in a gallery. Or not. I was happy to keep him all to myself.

Brandon tossed his shirt to the floor, then glanced at his black cargoes and the substantial bulge straining at his crotch. His hands went to his fly. “These, too?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Please.”

Sitting up on my elbows, I watched with rapt interest as Brandon removed his pants and underwear. He was all seriousness now, holding my stare the entire time, which only made the show hotter.

And then I allowed my gaze to drift south. Without blinking, my eyes flickered between Brandon’s face and his cock. I’d felt him through clothes, so I’d figured he was packing a monster, but the sight of him still took me by surprise. This was…hot damn, this wasveryinteresting. I moistened my lips when my mouth watered.

“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to come before I even touch you.”

“Then get over here and touch me.”

Brandon prowled up the bed. He shifted my thighs apart before laying his body above mine. The man weighed a ton, but I loved being pinned beneath his bulk and warmth. Without a thread of fabric between us, I felteverything. His blazing skin and solid muscles, and the rock-hard length pressed against my lower abdomen.

“I know this is a big step for you. Regardless of what I said about fucking you senseless, I promise it’s fine if you only want to fool around.”

Safe.

That was how I felt lying under Brandon. The man could crack skulls with his bare hands, yet I knew he’d only use them to make me feel good. Not only that, but he cared about me enough to protect both my body and soul. And despite my best attempts to push him away, I cared for him just as much. I wished it hadn’t taken another near-death experience to realize it.

I refused to let the emerging lump in my throat take hold, so I distracted myself by running my hands over his shoulders, loving the feel of their breadth and coiled power. “It would be a mistake to confuse my admiration with hesitation.”

“Your admiration?” He grinned wickedly. “Oh, sweetness. I haven’t even gotten started with you yet.”

His lips brushed over mine in the lightest of kisses. Grasping onto the back of his neck, my fingers weaved through his silken strands as I pulled his mouth closer and tasted him. He moaned when my tongue met his, and his hips rocked against the cradle of mine in the most enticing way.

“I want you,” I murmured against his lips and traced one hand between our bodies, over firm pecs and the taut crests of his ridged abdominals, then lower. Brandon hissed when I wrapped my fingers around him. So deliciously thick and hard. “I want this.” While holding his gaze, I stroked his full length. His entire body tensed as I gripped firm and pumped him slowly. “I want to start living again, and I want to do that with you. Starting tonight.” He watched me closely. “So do it, Brandon. Everything you promised. I want it all.”

“You might’ve just made me the happiest man on the planet.” His eyes bathed me with approval. Those vibrant blue orbs lit from within. “Then the only question that remains is where shall I begin?” His voice was huskier than usual.

Anywhere, I almost told him. I just needed him to touch me before I passed out from wanting him.

“Here?” Holding my gaze, Brandon caressed his thumb over my bottom lip before following the same path with his tongue. His mouth devoured mine in a slow, seductive kiss that made me wonder what else he could do with that wicked tongue.

He shifted back, allowing his eyes to roam lower. “Or here?” My chest rose and fell with each anticipation-filled breath until one of Brandon’s large hands cupped the swell of my breast. I moaned as he squeezed gently while running his thumb across my hardened nipple.

Again, his tongue followed his caress, laving the raised flesh. My back arched in reflex. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” I thrust my hands into his thick hair and held him to my breast as his mouth closed over it, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure.

Tingling warmth intensified between my legs. I hooked my heels into Brandon’s ass and pulled him toward me. In response, he dragged his cock against my entrance. The friction was almost unbearable.

“So greedy,” he said and swapped his attention to my other breast.