She tilted her head away from his touch, wanting to keep her distance. She should not be feeling like that – not with Brandon, who she didn’t know anything about – not now that she just lost her father.
“I said I’m fine,” she hissed. She didn’t want to sound angry. But she thought it was the last option to keep the handsome stranger away.
She didn’t like the way she was feeling about him. It was wrong. She didn’t even know if he had a girlfriend, or maybe even a wife and children!
Standing up, she quickly gathered the dishes on the table and washed her own plate. She realized that maybe she was just too dependent on him. And being vulnerable was not in her dictionary.
“Alli, are you okay? Are you mad at me? What did I do?” Brandon asked impatiently. She understood him. But she was doing this for her own good.
“I want to go home. It’s suffocating having to stay in this house,” she grunted.
It was a lie. She loved staying there. She liked seeing him. And she was scared of going home without him.
“But you know-- ”
“I know! That’s why I’m pissed.” She dried her hands and marched away from him, standing right behind her.
Accidentally, Allison tripped, forgetting about the single step up from the dining area. The light was too dim for her to see it. And she was consumed with the annoyance she was feeling towards her inconceivable attraction towards Brandon Scott.
She gasped in pain, tears threatening to escape her eyes.
“What the fuck!” she grumbled, limping.
In a split second, she felt her body being lifted into the air. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on top of the table with her left ankle in Brandon’s hand. The picture of him massaging her was more than enough to make her feel out of breath. His every touch sent tiny surges of electricity down her spine, melting every cell around her. She felt weak.
Grunting in a mixture of pain and pleasure from Brandon’s massage, Allison found her mind starting to picture indecent scenes with him – on that very table. Like his hands squeezing her ass as her legs crossed around his bare torso, while he nibbled her neck and licked her earlobes.
She wasn’t shocked by the vulgarity her mind could conjure. It was Brandon, after all.
Get a grip on yourself, Allison. Stop dreaming.
His grip on her ankle was firm, and his massage was tender – the kind that made sinful and sweet promises. Allison felt her cheeks turning red when she saw the worried look on his handsome face.
Maybe she was suffering from a fractured bone, or a torn ligament, or from a great loss of a family member, or some disease that would explain why she wanted to grab Brandon and strip off every piece of his clothing.
Meeting his gaze, she saw Brandon’s eyes. They were dark, and he was gritting his teeth – as if he was having a hard time. He planted both of his hands on the table, pinning her down with a savage look.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered in a husky voice.
But she did. She just couldn’t get enough of his handsome face. His breath touched her face, making her shiver in excitement.
Brandon cradled her chin with his hand as she shuddered in anticipation when he lowered her face to hers. It would be stupid to deny that she didn’t want his mouth. And so, when his lips landed on hers, she welcomed him – tasting him.
With that, she dropped all her inhibitions and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer, feeling his firm body against hers. The kiss was tender and soft at first. But when her hands traveled across his bare back, he quickened his pace – shifting into the hungry beast that he was. Brandon pressed his lips hard on her mouth, kissing her to the point that she could almost taste blood. But she didn’t care. She liked the thought that he wanted to kiss her that much. That he wanted her.
And she wanted him too.
Slowly, he laid her carefully on the flat surface of the table, making sure not to hurt her injured leg even more. She felt like a horny teenager, ready to wrestle him down on that table.
He started kissing her again on the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and her temple. His mouth traveled down to her sensitive neck, nibbling and sucking her skin until successfully making a hickey, as if leaving his mark of ownership.
She felt his hands traveling under the large t-shirt she was wearing. He cupped her breasts, making her moan in arousal.
“I was thinking of taking you out to shop for clothes, but I changed my mind,” he whispered before nipping at her earlobes.
She felt her face flushing tomato red as she smiled at him flirtingly. But Allison was bold enough not to look away when Brandon stripped off his pajamas and boxers, showing off his wondrous arousal.
She studied Brandon’s body a bit longer. The skin of his broad shoulders and perfectly chiseled abs was tanned. His thighs looked as strong as his biceps, and his erection was glorious.
