Yours to Savor (45 page)

“I can’t believe… you just did that,” she told him.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Of course, but—”

“No ‘buts’, Sandra. No second thoughts. No hesitations.” He smiled that triumphant smile at her. “Just do what feels right to you. I’m only getting started here.”

Sandra took a little step back, and thought about turning around before she remembered what had happened the last time she’d tried that maneuver. She squared herself to Brandon instead. Her body was still numb from the aftermath of the orgasm, but the small space she’d created between them made it easier to think—a little. “Brandon,” she began, “I want you, just not… here.”

“Why not here?” Brandon asked. And even though it was clear to Sandra how much he wanted to, he did
not
step closer to pressure her. His words were gentle. “What are you scared of, little dove?”

Sandra gestured around the empty café front. “All the windows. Somebody might see—”

“Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

“What? No, of course not!”

“There were more people at the ballet,” Brandon reminded her, taking a careful step closer, “and I locked the door when I came in.”

“But the windows are wide open! And it’s not like there are blinds we can pull down. Anybody walking by can look in and see!”

“So they’ll get a good view of us.”

“Brandon, you don’t understand,” Sandra grated. “In a town this size, if one person sees,
everybody
will know!”

“So? You told me yourself you haven’t let many people into your life since you came here.”

“Brandon, that doesn’t matter! If somebody sees, and word gets out, I’ll get a reputation, and I can’t have that, because… because…” she trailed off, struggling to finish the sentence. She ground her teeth in irritation. She was frustrated by Brandon’s persistence, but even
more
frustrated by how badly her body wanted him right now—which made it all the harder to resist.

“Because what?” he prompted.

“Because—ugh! You’re not making this easy for me!”

“Who said it’s supposed to be easy?” Brandon’s voice took on that rumbling quality again. He came forward and took hold of both her hands. “Simple, yes. What could be more simple than two people expressing their desire for each other? But easy…” he brushed a fallen strand of hair from her face, “…no. Not easy. Never easy. But remember what I told you: trust your body. Listen to what it tells you. Put aside your preconceived notions of what society wants out of you, and focus on what
you
want.” He peered deep into her eyes. “
I
can see what you want in the way your pupils widen when I come close. I can see it in the way you shiver when my fingers brush your skin. I can see it in the way you start to breathe a little faster when I’m near.
I
can see it Sandra. Can you?”

“I know all that! And I’m not denying being attracted to you. I don’t deny wanting you. But, I just can’t—”

“Stop. Don’t say that. I want you to be free with me, Sandra. I don’t want you to feel limited by anything. I want us to have fun together—”

“And we do!”

“Yes, but I know you can give me
more
.” Brandon smiled. “If your… refusal… comes from fear of your friend Cassie finding out, you can tell me.”

“It does,” Sandra admitted. “In part.”

“But it
shouldn’t
. She’s going to dinner with her husband. She told me herself when I ran into her. That’s how I knew where to find you. Besides,” he added, stepping so close to her that his body heat clashed with hers, “if she
does
find out, you can just blame me.”

Sandra blinked at him, lost. She desired Brandon more than anything right now. She could tell from the pulsing need in her body, from the tease of that first orgasm, from the promise of even more pleasure… But something in the back of her mind stopped her from acting on it. Despite what Brandon had said, this
wasn’t
like the ballet. There, everybody had been focused on the performance. Here, absolutely
anybody
who walked by outside would see. It could be Doctor Baker, or his wife, or even their kids…

While she hesitated, Brandon lowered his head to kiss her—but stopped just a hairsbreadth away. “I’m not going to fuck you unless you tell me to.” The solemn weight of his words made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand up. “But if it’s permission you need, you have it. I give you permission to let yourself go, and be free. A sheltered existence is no way to live a life.”

And then his lips brushed hers, delicately, like a touch of morning dew on a rose petal. His tongue traced the outline of her upper lip, savoring every little curve. Sandra closed her eyes and shivered, trying to understand everything he was saying. Brandon was so many things at once: commanding, caring, sweet, passionate.
Understanding
. Everything he said made so much sense—it was like he understood her
better
than she did herself. And that succulent preview of pleasure from just a minute ago had her heart racing. Her body wanted to give in to temptation so badly. But her mind…

The hell with it.

Her mind wanted it, too.

“Yes,” Sandra shivered. “Brandon, I am yours.
Yes
. Fuck me.”

A virile growl erupted from his throat, and his mouth crashed into hers with unrestrained fury. His hands flew to her hips, and he hoisted her up to his waist. Sandra wrapped both legs around his back and kissed him back, unleashing all the pent-up passion that had been stewing inside her.

Brandon carried her around the counter in a wild dash, knocking over chairs and tables in his haste, all the while kissing her and ripping into the smooth skin of her back with his fingers. Sandra yelped as he let her go, and her body slammed against the counter. But then he was on her again, clutching her hair with his hands while bruising her mouth with his kiss.

Sandra’s hands worked to tear Brandon’s shirt off, and when he realized what she was doing, he stepped back and lifted his arms to let her yank it over his head. Sandra twisted around to toss it to a chair, somehow cognizant that it shouldn’t just lie on the dirty floor—and when she looked back at Brandon, she was seized by a paralyzing sense of wonder and awe.

She could hardly believe the wonderful specimen of a man standing before her. Yes, she’d seen him shirtless before, and yes, she’d felt his body drilling deep into her before. Something about the way the overhead lights cast shadows on his muscled limbs made his body look like a marble carving.

Seeing him in the shadows like that, she felt almost self-conscious about her body. He was stunning, like a Roman god come to life… and Sandra knew that no woman could match that sort of physical beauty. Lying there helpless, staring up at him, she felt akin to a lamb given to sacrifice on the alter.

But the way Brandon looked at her eased all her doubts. He smiled, making her feel
beautiful,
and moved his hands to undo his belt.

Sandra sat up so fast she got lightheaded, but fought through it to push down his pants. She sucked in a marveling breath at the massive erection tenting his scarlet red Emporio Armani briefs. Her breaths turned to quick little gasps, boiling with anticipation. She squirmed out of her jeans as Brandon pulled them down, and when he stepped between her legs, she tugged down his briefs with an eager hand.

His penis sprang out and slapped against his belly, full with blood, aggressive and beautiful but almost frightening.

Her chest heaved up and down with every breath, and she could feel the tingling flush on her neck and shoulders. “I want you to fuck me hard,” she found herself saying, “and fast.
Now
.”

Brandon smiled, and chuckled. “Looks like you found your freedom.”

Chapter Thirty

Sandra cried out as the full length of Brandon’s penis slid inside her. She was soaking wet, and all her muscles were loose and ready for him, but even so, Brandon was so
big
that every thrust threatened to tear her in two. But that was just what she loved about him.

“My God,” Brandon breathed, “Sandra, you’re so tight.” His hands were balled into fists, pressing hard against the counter so that the striations of his arms and shoulders showed. Sandra’s hands moved to grip his straining triceps. It was like holding onto solid steel as he pulsed into her. Each thrust tightened the muscles of his chest, his abs, and soon Brandon’s entire body was lined with a glistening sheet of sweat. Sandra dropped her head back and moaned with untold pleasure as his strength surrounded her in an erotic mire of unrestrained sex.

The sounds they made filled the empty coffee shop, bouncing off the walls and ceiling to echo back in her ears.

“Brandon, harder,” she pleaded. “Go harder!”

He increased his efforts, tugging her hips toward him, sliding her ass off the counter so she was suspended like a drawbridge between the cool granite surface and Brandon’s powerful cock. He pounded into her with even more force, spurring
her toward her second climax with astonishing speed. And when it came, Sandra screamed out his name as her body tightened and shook uncontrollably, her clenching muscles pulling him deep inside her, propelling him toward his own orgasm. Brandon gasped her name and exploded into her in perfect harmony, his hot seed filling her insides to the brink.

Sandra loved the way Brandon stayed inside her as he lowered her back onto the counter. He dipped his red-hot body over hers and kissed her, sweet and slow, in utter contrast to the urgency of his need before. The passionate strokes of his tongue told her how much he savored the moment, how much he savored
her
. All of Sandra’s sensations heightened in the afterglow, and her emotions started reeling from the heartfelt intimacy of his touch, made more real by the feel of his cum inside her.

“You didn’t just fuck me on the counter,” Sandra whispered when his mouth detangled from hers. “You made love to me.”

Brandon looked at her through that unblinking green gaze, and for a long moment, did not say anything. Finally, he lowered his head in a miniscule nod. “Yes,” he answered. “I think I did.” His hands moved up to rest on the flesh of her tummy, just below her ribs. He kept them there as he stared deep into her eyes, and his slow, languid breaths matched hers one-to-one. “I love to feel your body move when you breathe.”

Sandra smiled, feeling more content now than she ever had in her life. Brandon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “You smell that?” he asked. “The bitter hint of coffee made sweet by our love?” He opened his eyes and smiled back. “From now on, I’ll always associate the smells of a coffee shop with you.”

His hands went behind her back, fingers knotting together, and he lifted her up as easily as if she were made of cotton fluff. Which, coincidentally, wasn’t far from how she felt at present.

“Now,” he said, his face close to hers, “we’ve got to clean this place up.”