Oh God, this feels so good. This is what I want. This is what I need.
I know now with utter certainty that if I get another proper chance with Lola I won’t screw it up. I knew that anyway, but now I really know it.
“Do you want to come back to mine?” I murmur against her lips. “See my house?”
My heart thunders as I wait for an answer, I don’t know what I’ll do if she says no. I really hope I don’t have to find out. I bite the inside of my cheek to try and keep a stream of please from running free. I need to play it cool.
“Yes,” she finally agrees, putting me out of my misery. “Let’s go and see this big mansion of yours.”
Chapter 25 – Lola
“Wow, so this is your home?” I gush as we walk into the largest home that I’ve ever seen. It’s even bigger on the inside than it appears outside. “This is amazing.”
My eyes flicker everywhere, I drink all of it in. There’s a reception area with a giant staircase, rooms coming from everywhere, all with gorgeous furniture and wonderful artwork littering the walls. It makes my tiny, shabby cottage look like something in a back garden somewhere… which I suppose in a way it is.
“Yeah, this is it.” Brandon shrugs modestly. “It was one of the first things I brought when I got my trust fund at eighteen years old. That was back when I was excited to delve head first into the exciting world of business of course. I thought I needed a flashy home to match my flashy life style.”
“You don’t think that anymore?” I ask, curious as to why he seems unsure about himself.
“I don’t know. I mean, I still love this house. It’s the one and only thing that I really feel is mine, but I don’t think I need it to match me anymore.”
I nod slowly, not wanting to get too much into the heavy stuff now. Not when my heart is dancing so excitably over my entire body, driving me wild. Even though I tried to convince myself that I definitely wouldn’t stay out all night when I was getting dressed, I’m pretty sure that this moment has been coming ever since I agreed to come out on this date. Now, I think I might want to know where it’s going to lead.
“Are you going to show me around then? There’s got to be more to this house than just the hallway.”
Brandon takes my hand in his and he takes me slowly through his home showing me every single room. As we walk, I’m more interested in the furniture and the objects that he has in his home, because that tells me more about him. I look at the – admittedly very few – photographs that he has up on the wall, giving me a bit of a glimpse into his life. I see the awards that he’s won for business, and the office that’s messier than the rest of the home.
I love seeing all these bits of his life, it’s interesting to peel back the layers of Brandon.
“Your kitchen is amazing,” I tell him as we move up the stairs. “But I bet your bathroom is even better.”
“My bathroom?” He gives me a curious look. “You don’t want to see my bedroom?”
I shrug and blush. “I mean, I suppose so, but for some reason I want to see your bathroom too.”
“Oh well that’s great because I have the most amazing wet room.” He smiles and rubs the bottom of my back. “I’m very proud of it.”
I feel a flutter of electricity racing through my system as his hands brush against my skin and the possibilities suddenly open wide. I remember the moment when the heat of the moment got the better of us and we ended up hooking up on the tractor inside my barn.
I kinda want to recreate that magic. It was so much fun and I know Brandon started looking at me differently then, as if I was someone he was really attracted to. Remembering that stare sends a powerful shiver racing up and down my spine.
“Wow, yeah, this is nice.” I step into the bathroom with him still clinging to my hand. “I can see why you wanted this.”
Once he’s inside with me I yank him
to my body and I kiss him hard, but I only hook one hand around his waist because I’m using the other to find the dials to switch the water on. I want to shock him. As I find it, I smile against his lips and I hit it.
“Oh my God,” Brandon squeals as he’s stunned so much that he jumps away from me. But of course he can’t escape the water because it’s a wet room. The whole ceiling is sprouting water out, absolutely covering him and his expensive suit. “Lola!”
I giggle and twist my hips playfully. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t know what that button did…”
Then I grab the bottom of my dress and I yank it up over my soaking wet head, so I’m standing staring at him with just my white, now very see through underwear on. Brandon pauses for a moment, but then he joins in. He strips his clothing off right down to his underwear so we’re both standing across the room, under what feels like warm rain, staring at each other panting desperately.
“You look so damn beautiful,” Brandon gasps at me. “Better than I remember.”
Then all of a sudden our bodies have crashed back to bed and we’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow. His hands are all over me and mine all over him too. I want to touch him everywhere, I want to reconnect with every damn inch of him, I’ve missed this body so much that it hurts. It actually aches everywhere. It pulsates and pounds deep in my core.
As Brandon’s hands struggle to strip off my underwear, I yank off his too. Maybe, after all this time we should take a moment to do this much slower and calmer, but I can’t. The intensity runs so deeply through me that I just have no control whatsoever.