Where was Amy? “Is Amy in the house?”
Darcy smirked. “No, she might be in her room. You should check on her when you’ve showered.”
Had Sam mentioned the kiss? “I will.” He didn’t need any other excuse.
He stopped in his room for his towel and a fresh change of clothes and had a cool shower. On his way back to his room he spotted Matt and Sam in deep discussion over by the sheds. He’d have to ask them what they’d been up to all afternoon. Before he went back to the house, he hesitated outside Amy’s door. It was only polite to see if she was OK.
He wasn’t kidding himself. He wanted to see the frizzy halo of her hair, wanted to kiss her soft lips, and touch her smooth skin, hear her sigh for him.
He knocked and when she answered her eyes were heavy and her hair stuck out at all angles. Sexy, sleepy woman. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
She ran a hand through her hair. “I must have dozed off. I was reading… what time is it?”
“About five.”
“Oh. I should be making dinner.” She moved forward.
He placed a hand on her arm to stop her. “Darcy and Lara have it sorted. There’s no rush.” He smiled. “You might want to brush your hair before you leave.”
She moved over to the mirror and gasped. “Why can’t I be one of those women who wakes up looking sexy?”
Brandon stepped inside. “You look sexy to me.”
She glanced at him, wide-eyed. “Really?”
The disbelief in her tone amused him. “Really. I’ve been thinking about our kiss all day.”
She turned and in the small room she was so close he could feel her body heat. “Me too.” Her breasts pressed up against his chest. It was all the sign he needed. He pulled her against him, and his lips met hers. Instant inferno, like an oxygen-fed fire. She moaned and his hands roamed down her back to her soft, luscious arse. He was so hard. All he wanted was to taste her entire body. He kicked the door shut.
Amy stepped away as the door clicked closed. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breath.
“Amy…”
“Yes.” She stripped off her T-shirt, exposing her bare breasts and his brain short-circuited. She pulled him towards her, shoving his T-shirt up and finally his brain clicked into gear again and he stripped his shirt off, throwing it to the floor.
His shorts were painfully tight, but Amy made quick work of the button and zip and released him.
She was so damned hot. He pulled her close, needing to taste her again and she slipped into his arms as if she fit there all along. Her hands were busy touching his skin, running down his back, slipping under his underpants and pushing them down. His penis pressed against her shorts and before he could, she was stripping them off.
There wasn’t anything sexier than a woman taking charge.
She pushed away from him only for a second to grab a condom out of the desk drawer.
He took it from her and slipped it on.
“Now, Brandon.” She tugged him towards the bed.
No, it was his turn to take control. He dragged her against him and lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He gripped her butt, sliding one hand between her legs. She was so wet.
With one thrust he filled her and her moan was full of desire. He pressed her against the door and she gripped him tighter, riding him. He could barely think, barely breathe. Brandon kissed her neck, running his teeth over her soft skin and she groaned. “More.”
The ecstasy built and he thrust harder and faster, her groans of yes spurring him on. His orgasm was close, but he wasn’t coming until she did. He adjusted his thrust and she moaned, clenching around him as she came. She clutched him, trembling as his orgasm overtook him, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Yes.” She opened her eyes, looked at him with such intensity. His heart shifted and fell at her feet.
This was the woman he wanted in his life.
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