Leverage (The Brannock Siblings) (14 page)

"My God," he said breathlessly.

His hand pulled away from my center and towards my navel,
leaving a fiery path in its wake, but he paused at the band of my shorts.

"Please," I begged.

He dipped his fingers between the fabric and my skin and
slowly moved his hand back down until he was cupping me again, skin to skin. He
pressed a finger between my slick folds and I trembled from the ache.

"So wet… so hot," he whispered against my skin
then started to kiss his way slowly back up to my lips. His finger sunk deeper
between my legs and grazed over my opening. He kissed me, his tongue tracing my
bottom lip until I opened for him and his finger stopped at the place I needed
him most. His tongue dipped into my mouth at the same time he pushed his finger
inside me. It stung, but the pressure building inside dulled the slight pain. A
flash of fear went through my mind. Would the real thing be horribly painful?

No, not with Lucas.

He groaned as he slowly moved his finger back, "So
tight."

"Lucas."

He quickly pulled his hand out of my shorts and turned us
away from the door. We crashed into the table beside it, moving it a good foot,
and he carefully sat me on the edge, peeling my shorts down my legs.

"I need to taste you," he said, looking straight
into my eyes with all the love I was reflecting back at him.

I couldn't respond. I was overwhelmed by his touch and my
body was wound tight from the frustration of the last few days. He threw my
shorts aside and wrapped his fingers around my ankles, spreading them apart and
lifting them at the same time. His hands moved up my legs and pressed against
the inside of my thighs until I was spread before him. His eyes stayed on mine
for a moment longer before he gazed down at my body, then they glazed over.

I made an attempt to close my legs, embarrassed by the
intimacy I had never before experienced, but he pressed against my legs,
keeping me open to him.

"Don't. You're gorgeous and I'm going to spend the rest
of the night showing you how much I want you. How much I love you. How you are
the only woman I have ever loved and
will ever
love."

He leaned in and kissed my shoulder then made a path over my
breasts and down passed my navel dropping to his knees and moving his lips over
my skin. I was gasping for air, my heart banging so hard against my ribs,
waiting for the moment when his lips touched me. I could feel his breath
pulling in and out of him, making me wetter from the anticipation.

The first slide of his tongue over me was so spectacular
that I lost the ability to hold my body up and fell back onto the table, the
heat of my skin clashing with the cold surface. He paused and raised his head
just enough to see me fall apart, my chest heaving and skin flushed from the
sensation. The corner of his mouth tipped up and he pressed his mouth against
me and kissed me as he would my mouth, tongue dipping into me and lips
caressing me.

My muscles tightened and the pressure in my core built
higher and higher until I thought I would burst open. He hummed against me,
evidently enjoying the torture he was giving out. I couldn't decide if I wanted
him to stop or not. I wanted to push him away and pull him closer at the same
time. When my hand touched the top of his head and raked through his hair, his
tongue journeyed up to the swollen bundle of nerves that was imploring him to
pay attention. Then, he pulled the tiny bud between his lips and pressed his
tongue against it as his finger pressed into me once again, stretching me and
filling me deliciously.

The tension in my body released in an instant, forcing my
back to arch and my muscles to pulse with wave after wave of intense euphoria.
His mouth never stopped until the last wave claimed me and left my body limp
and dizzy.

He slid over me and I was panting and writhing beneath him
as he kissed the length of my satiated body, back up to my lips.

"That was so damn beautiful." His lips moved over
mine gently, waiting for me to come back to him.

"I… I can't feel my toes…" I breathed.

His dimples reappeared when he smiled widely and it nearly
sent me over the edge again.

"There they are," I whispered.

He kissed me again and lifted me into his arms. "I'm
not done with you," he growled and carried me into his bedroom setting me
on the bed just as his phone blared into the silence.

He cursed and pulled it out of the pocket of his sweats. I
hadn't realized what he had been wearing the whole time until now. I loved him
in anything, but the sweats weren't able to conceal the hardness jutting toward
me very well and his t-shirt was a thin cotton, tight, it showed every ridge
and plane of his torso and my mouth was suddenly dry.

He answered the call, but didn't give any type of greeting.

"She's here with me and I'll kill you if you even think
about taking her from me." He ended the call just as quickly and tossed
the phone onto the nightstand.

Obviously, my brothers had realized I was no longer in the
same house as them and it sent a thrill through me knowing I had finally
outsmarted them. This was the new me, taking my life into my own hands… and
putting it at the mercy of Lucas' hands.

I wasn't scared. I trusted him fully.

He started to lift his shirt up when I cried out for him to
stop.

"No! Please, let me."

His smiled cranked up and those dimples I had always mooned
over got impossibly sexier.

"Come here," I said as seductively as I could.

His eyes roamed over my naked body and the self
consciousness I was expecting never came over me. I was beautiful in his eyes
and I felt it in my blood. He
made
me feel beautiful.

He climbed onto the bed and I rose to my knees. When we were
only a breath apart, I moved my fingers over his chest, feeling the power
radiate off of him. This man was powerful, strong, and all mine. I lifted his
shirt and moved my hands underneath, finally feeling his hot skin under my
fingertips, the ridges of his abs.

I wasn't a very patient woman, so his shirt was torn off of
him within a few seconds and my eyes excitedly wandered over his body. He was
beautiful. His muscles strained with the control I knew he was grasping for and
I reveled in the power
I
had. It was a heady feeling.

I could feel his eyes on my face, like a caress as if he was
running his fingers over me as I slowly explored his upper body. When I lifted
my lashes to look up at him, his eyes were filled with so much love that I felt
tears sting the back of mine from the happiness it caused me. He bent forward
and kissed me softly at first, then I took over.

My hands dropped down to the bulge in his pants and brushed
over him, making him groan and deepen the already blazing kiss. He pressed me
down into the mattress and began to move his hands over every inch of my skin,
kneading in the places that begged him to. He was everywhere, all around me,
running through me and I couldn't remember my crazy name or where I came from.

His fingers finally returned to my core and the build that
had nearly destroyed me before, began again. My eyes shut as he plunged a
finger inside of me, gently crooking it up and finding that spot that made me
see stars, then he pulled back with a sigh, adding another finger and
stretching me. He thrust his fingers in and out and the worry I had felt before
must have crossed over my face because he called my name and kept a steady
rhythm until I opened my eyes to look at him.

"Don't be afraid, Ash. I love you. I'll take care of
you, I promise."

I lifted my hips against his hand and forced him deeper,
believing that this would be a night I would want to remember every aspect of
and trusting him to take my body where it had never been before.

His thumb grazed over that bud and sent lightning up my
spine. My back arched off the bed and he took advantage. He kissed my breasts,
his tongue tasting my skin and making my head spin.

I needed more.

"Please, Lucas."

He brushed over that bud once more before removing his
fingers and running them down my thigh. I lifted my head to see what he was
doing and my heart raced. He curled his fingers in the waist of his pants and
slowly started to push them down. I couldn't tear my eyes away and when he
pushed them passed his hips and let them fall, my breath caught in my throat.

He is going to tear me in two.

"No I won't, Ash."

Ugh, I am thinking out loud again.

He chuckled, "I like when you do that."

My eyes still hadn't left the area between his hips and my
fingers ached to reach out to him. He was magnificent and even though a part of
me was scared out of my mind, I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to take
me completely.

I was his.

"Can I touch you?" I asked softly, finally looking
up into his blue eyes, darkened with desire.

He shook his head reluctantly, "If you do, I don't
think I will last."

I pouted. Yes, I freaking pouted.

He crawled over me and settled in the cradle of my thighs,
keeping some space between us. "Baby, I want you to touch me. God, I want
it so bad I'm about to burst just thinking about your touch." He traced
his thumb over my lips and kissed me slowly before his body pressed me down
into the mattress. His voice was deeper than I had ever heard it before, and
husky. It made my insides stretch and curl up with pleasure. "But I want
to be inside you more. I want to fill you up with me when you come again."

I leaned up to kiss him again, resolving to torture him
later the way he had tortured me a few minutes before. His mouth never left my
skin for a second as he explored my body once more, making me tremble with the
need to be connected to him in the closest way possible. He moved slowly,
lingering in the spots that made me gasp, and always coming back to my lips as
if he needed just one more taste of them before he went back to my body. I was
on fire when I heard the sound of a wrapper tearing and I knew without a doubt
that I was ready.

Ready to give him the only part of me that no other man
would ever have the privilege of having.

"Lucas?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked into my eyes,
waiting for whatever it was I needed to say. Controlling himself enough to give
me what I wanted no matter what it was.

"Yes, love?"

I smiled. He could melt me with just a word and I loved it.

"I don't want anything between us. I want to feel you…
just you."

He looked down at the package in his hands and back up at
me. If it was possible, his eyes turned darker as he looked at me. "It's
for your protection."

"Have you ever
not
used a condom?"

He shook his head adamantly, "No, never. And I haven't…
done anything for a couple years."

"I'm on the pill. Started it the week after I
left."

His chest was rising and falling so rapidly, I was sure he
would pass out. The look on his face was so intense that my arousal spiked up
another hundred notches.

His words were choked, almost strangled, "Are you
sure?"

I reached for him, pulling him back down on top of me and
savoring the warmth of his body wrapped around me. "Yes," I whispered
against his mouth.

Something inside of him snapped, broke, shattered, whatever
you want to call it. The last barrier that he had built so firmly in place,
crumbled, and it was as if our souls were sewn together, never to be ripped
apart.

"I love you." His voice was filled with relief and
I could swear I felt a shift in the earth beneath us.

"I love you, too."

He kissed me again, but this wasn't the same as before. He
ravaged my mouth until I was destroyed for anyone else. Branded his, forever.
No one kissed like this.

He rolled his hips forward and the tip of him pressed along
my slick folds.

"Oh, God," I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath
me until my knuckles were white.

He pulled his hips back slightly, positioning himself at my
entrance and my legs started to shake as he pressed forward and slipped inside
of me slowly, stretching me. The pain was faint, just a slow burn, until he
pushed forward again and slid deeper.

He wasn't even in all the way and I felt full to bursting.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yes, please don't stop," I cried, not taking my
eyes from his.

He brushed his lips over mine, tracing his tongue over my
bottom lip and making my head foggy all over again. His kisses could light me
on fire, any one of them, no matter how innocent they were. I kissed him back
and we both lost ourselves as we devoured each other.

He pressed forward a little more and I gasped.

"You're so tight," he whispered against my lips,
then trailed down my neck. "So hot and wet for me. You feel amazing."

Heat swarmed by body at his words and liquefied where our
bodies were joined. He must have felt it because he groaned and shifted forward
again, sinking inside of me to the hilt. I felt a burning pinch, but before my
mind could truly register it, his lips were on my breasts and a hand was
lifting my leg to curl over his hip. He pressed his hand beneath my hips and
lifted them off the bed, sinking deeper inside of me. Then he paused, waiting
and panting against my skin.

"Lucas…"

"I'm never letting you go, Aislinn." He raised his
head and met my gaze. He looked like a man who had just found the answer to all
of life's questions.

"Good," I breathed. "Because I'm not going
anywhere. So I'm glad we are on the same page."

He smiled at my short ramble before he started to move. He
pulled out of me, just to the very tip, then sank back in so slowly, savoring
the sensation as I was. I raised my hips to meet him when he did it again and a
low rumble sounded deep in his chest before he started moving a little faster,
thrusting deep and forcing the pressure inside of me higher.