"Where have you been, Cora? You not interested in me, anymore?" His tongue drug by the side of my panties, slipping under the tiny patch of silk and causing my blood to light on fire.
"I'm sorry. I've been trying to figure things out." I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled at his shoulders. "Come here and talk to me."
He crawled up to lay on top of me, looking sexy as sin itself. I tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and he pulled it over his head before rolling us over.
I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving myself in nothing but panties. His eyes widened as he reached up and palmed my breasts. "I've missed you."
"Fuck. You've got no clue." He slid his hands down to my hips as his eyes raced down to where our bodies met. "I kept thinking you would call or respond to my texts."
"I'm sorry." I moved back and worked him out of his shorts, loving how beautiful he looked laying there against my dark sheets. Not seeing him for a few days had been a mistake. One I was ready to move past. "I'm scared by all of this."
I tugged my panties off and crawled back up his body as he gripped his cock in his hand and reached up to grip the side of my neck as I slid down onto him. My pulse raced as the most delicious pressure gripped me.
"Me, too, baby, but stop running. I'm the one that supposed to run, and I can't seem to find any place to go where I don't think about you." He lifted his hips, impaling me and sending a shock wave through my center.
"I just don't know if I want this to end." I leaned over and let out a groan as he pulled at my arms and forced me to lay flat against him.
"It just started, Cora. Can we wait for the heavy shit until later? Rest against me and let me make love to you." He ran his hands over my back and pressed his lips to mine before gripping my ass tightly and fucking me from beneath. The pressure of his thick cock left me tumbling toward an orgasm within a few minutes, and I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, just beneath his ear as I cried out and let my body explode.
"So beautiful," he whispered against my hair. "I need this in my life. All the time."
He rolled us over again as I slowed down and panted softly. "Me, too. I want more. So much more."
I wrapped my legs around him as he drove into me while making love to my mouth and moving down to lick at my breasts. I arched my back and tightened my thighs around his waist as he grunted deep and low in his chest.
"You can have all you can take." He drove into me again, and I turned my face toward his, falling in love with the passion in his eyes. He didn't wanna be anywhere but on top of me. I was trying to judge him again and push him into the same category as his sister, as Brandon, but he didn't belong there. He might have a few weeks back, but not now.
"I'm not her," he whispered roughly and moved back. "I need a condom. I'm too close to coming to hold back. You turn me on so fucking bad."
"In the drawer to the left of the mirror." I dropped back in the bed as tears burned my eyes. "I know you're not her. I'm sorry that I keep trying to force you into that mold. I'm not good with this fling shit. I want to be, but after feeling the effects of love with Brandon, I want it so bad again. I hate that I want it, but I do." I covered my face with my hands and took slow deep breaths as I tried to force the torrential flood of emotion that threatened to drag me under.
"Don't hate it, okay." He crawled back in the bed and pressed himself to the front of me as his hands moved across me lovingly. "Hold onto my neck and let me take us over the edge together. We'll figure this other stuff out, but no more ignoring me or shutting me down, okay?"
"We only have a week." I reached up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, baring much more than my nakedness to him in those moments.
"No, we have as long as you want." He pressed into me and let out a groan. "How the fuck are you so tight?"
"Come closer." I pulled him to lay flat against me and wrapped my legs around his as I bucked my hips and worked him as best I could.
He pressed his elbows on either side of my head and brushed my hair back as a smile lifted his lips. "Oh, man...you're so insanely beautiful. I swear I feel like I have butterflies tearing up my stomach each time I see you."
I laughed, unable to help myself. The sexy thing thrusting himself deep inside of me had never really felt any of the effects of love. Could that be true?
"Ignore them. They're a pain in the ass." I nudged him to turn us over, and he did, letting me sit on top of him. I pressed my hands to his chest and glanced down to watch us fuck as I rolled my hips and massaged him.
His panting was delicious, but nothing was better than the tight grip he had on my ass combined with the expressions of pleasure that moved across his face.
"Slow down. I'm so close." He gripped my hips, trying to slow me, but I fought against him, bucking hard as I lifted up on my knees and slamming back down on him. "Cora."
"Shut up." I pressed into his chest and looked down at him. "Come for me."
"Shit," he groaned and closed his eyes as his entire body went stiff.
I worked him hard and fast as he cried out several times. If things didn't work out between us, I would be crushed. Where sex was important in my life, passion was required. Never in a million years would I expect to find someone as passionate as Brody again.
I hadn't until that point, for sure.
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