Would there ever be a time when I got used to any of this? That my need to invade his bubble with my touches and caresses until there was no telling where he ended and I began would ever fade?
My intuition was telling me no. Screaming it, rather.
I’d lived so long with feeling numb, and now I was dying to keep that fire within me burning bright. Stoking it with whatever kindling Brandon was willing to give me.
His lips were soft and tasted like mint against my tongue. They pursed slightly and then parted to let me in, his tonguemeeting mine in the same kind of fervor that we’d shared when he’d invited me into his house.
How fucked would we be if I dragged him across the center console and into my lap and threw back my seat while trying to work my hands down into his jeans?
The estate had cameras out here facing the driveway, yet there was a part of me that was willing to test out just how good my Audi’s tint was.
I brushed my hand down between the door and my own seat, feeling for the control button on the side of it to start the decline. The second my finger brushed over it and pressed it, Brandon grabbed my arm.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and huffed out an amused, “Behave.”
I tightened my hand on his face. “No.”
He laughed when I tugged him down into another kiss, tilting my head to deepen it while he slapped at my arm again. As we were lowered together, his torso was practically hanging over the center console and into my lap from the awkward angle.
Brandon could protest all he wanted but the ironic part about it was him kissing me with the same amount of animalistic lust that had me lowering the goddamn seat in the first place.
“Avery.” He laughed again, tilting his head to the side and away from me the second my seat was flat.
I leaned up to nip at the skin along his jaw. Keeping my hands and mouth off of him was impossible with my head swimming with this much lust.
“We’re not fucking in your car.” He had a more serious tone this time, but I knew if I grabbed the hair at the nap of his neck and tugged him back around, I’d see a delighted smile on his face that was completely at odds with it.
“I’ll turn around and face us away from the house,” I offered.
He slapped my chest, turning back to glare at me. “Knock it off, you horndog.”
Can you blame me?
I got a taste of fucking paradise.
How the hell was I supposed to properly behave after that?
I needed to hear those incredible sounds tumbling out of Brandon’s mouth again—the sooner the better.
Unfortunately, he shoved himself off of me too fast for me to catch and shimmied back into his own seat still wearing that amused smile. “Come on. Feed me and then we’ll think about sneaking up to your room after.”
That had me kicking my door open almost instantly. Music to my fucking ears.
Before I had Brandon pinned against my bed again, I’d need to tell him that this wasn’t some kind of hookup situation where I was looking to blow off steam and he was simply an available party. Sure, I was new to this entire part of life with no experience whatsoever and no prior curiosities, either.
However, that wasn’t about to mean I’d be using Brandon to do a little soul searching. Whatever emotions were coming to the surface because I was allowing myself to be open to them were the real deal. Not some kind of passing interest that would soon fade once I got this all ‘out of my system’.
Something that I doubted would be happening anytime soon, if at all.
I had to tell him before he got up in his head again. He had to know I wasn’t going to leave him to pick up the pieces of the aftermath.
I slammed my own door shut and came around to the other side of the car while Brandon did the same. He flashed me a quick smile and then headed up to the front steps, a single pace ahead of me. As we both reached the top landing, I snagged his hand and wrapped my fingers tightly around his, causing him towhip around and regard me with the beautiful eyes of his that were slightly wide.
His mouth pursed together as if to form a question, only to be interrupted when the front door was kicked open.
“Morning,” I chimed to Jonas, whose brow was raised rather high as I slipped through the crack of the doors with Brandon in tow. “Hazel up yet?”
“Yes,” he said slowly, nodding and then closed the doors behind us shut with a firm push. “We weren’t expecting to see you, or Mr. Anders, back so early. So forgive us for being ill-prepared for breakfast this morning.”
