3 Seconds (Time for Love 6)

“I can understand that, but imagine what it felt like hearing that you were married to someone I considered a mentor by Calla, rather than you.”

Bronagh sucked her lower lip between her teeth, then blew out a deep breath.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you get blindsided like that, I guess a part of me liked that you looked up to him … Like maybe I wasn’t as blind and stupid as I felt whenever I thought of my marriage to him.”

“Bronagh,” I sighed, unable to stop myself from running my hand over her hair. “You weren’t stupid; he’s not only a talented chef, but a charming man … Plus, he was your husband, you had every reason to expect him to be faithful. I just wish you would have trusted me enough to tell me.”

“I did,” she began, then amended, “No, I do, trust you. But I wanted not only to preserve the memory you had of him, but to not have it look like I was trying to force you not to take that job…”

I nodded as her words penetrated the green haze of jealousy I’d been feeling.

“You were trying to protect me,” I said as more of a statement than a question.

We were close enough that I felt her nod, her hair brushing against my skin with the movement, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I moved my face closer. I nuzzled her with my cheek, then the side of my nose, rubbing against the side of her face like a cat staking its claim.

She swayed a little, and I knew her body was reacting to my nearness, just like I was quickly being lit like a live wire, from the inside out. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you could physically see the electricity between us, shooting off like tiny bolts of lightening. My body was tight with need, and I could no longer keep my hands off of her luscious body.

No longer conscious of our surroundings, or where we were, I slid my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and to her neck, grasping her smooth skin and maneuvering her head to give myself full access to the creamy expanse of flesh. I ran my nose up her throat, nuzzling, then letting my lips lightly graze her skin with whisper-soft kisses. When she moaned low in her throat, I parted my lips and licked her lightly, with quick flicks of my tongue.

“Touch me,” she whispered throatily, and I was helpless to her demand.

I unbuttoned her chef coat slowly, then slid my hands inside, under her tank top, until I found the soft skin I was looking for. Moving upward, I softly caressed the underside of her breasts with my thumbs, causing her head to fall back and sweet little noises to emit from her.

Spurred on by the fact that she’d obviously been missing me as much as I’d been missing her, I moved one hand lower, delving into the waistband of her pants and teasing her through the delicate lace of her panties.

“God, Brendan,” she moaned, causing my cock to harden painfully.

Bronagh unbuttoned her pants and lowered the zipper, giving me easier access to body, but still I toyed with her. Each whimper and frustrated sigh just fueled my desire to make her come harder than ever before, so I ran my knuckles against her throbbing wet flesh, resisting the urge to buck against her.

“Bren, please,” she begged, causing a fever to overtake me. I pushed the material to the side and entered her slowly with my fingers, my vision blurring when she sighed audibly and thrust against my hand.

“So wet,” I said softly at her ear, flicking my tongue out to caress her earlobe as I simultaneously added another finger to her core.

“Don’t stop,” she said, writhing against me, her ardor making my hips thrust of their own volition, my body taking over as it tried to gain its own release.

I sucked her neck as I tried to calm my own libido, my fingers fucking her swiftly as she rode my hand.

“More,” she pleaded, and something inside of me snapped.

With one swift movement I had her pants around her ankles and I was kneeling before her. My tongue lapped her swollen lips before entering her. Bronagh’s knees began to buckle, so I brought my hands up to cup her ass, bringing her sweet pussy even closer to my face, as I kept her upright and steady.

She fisted her hands in my hair, her hips moving in time with the thrusts of my tongue, and when I moved my nose up and came in contact with her clit, she lost all semblance of control and fucked my face until she came. The sounds, smells, and feel of Bronagh surrounded me, and, unable to hold back, I came in my pants like a teenaged boy.

Sanity began to eek back in to my consciousness. I remembered where we were, and mentally punched myself for losing control.

I pulled Bronagh’s pants back up as I stood, then let her take over as I took a step back.

Her eyes were still slightly glazed, and her fingers trembled as she buttoned her jacket.

“Shit,” she muttered, taking a deep breath before finally bringing her eyes to meet mine.

“Are you okay?” I asked nervously, hoping that even if she regretted losing our minds in a closet at school, that she didn’t regret the act itself.

“Yeah,” she said shakily, pushing her hair back and attempting to smooth the red locks down. “I need to go, I have a meeting soon.” She looked back down, then licked her lips before adding, “We’d better go separately, just in case there are still people in the halls.”

I nodded that I understood, then watched silently as she slipped out without another word.

Leaning back against the wall, I hung my head, a million emotions warring within me.