He watched the ways she studied him and suspected she’d read the conflicting emotions in his eyes. She moved closer and gently touched his cheek, fragmenting his thoughts. The intoxicating, feminine scent of her skin pulled him into a cocoon of need and desire. His head began spinning, and he struggled to keep himself upright. What the hell was happening to him?
She began moving, pressing against him. “Brand…” Her sweet yet seductive voice curled around him and his hands, as though moving of their own accord, urgently began tracing the contours of her luscious body. Her heat reached out to him and his entire body shuddered with longing.
Oh God, he needed…
Suddenly, reality inched its way into his brain and he squared his shoulders and pulled back. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—do anything to hurt her. “Don’t. I can’t do this.” Fighting an internal war, he eased away and drew a ragged breath.
She stepped into him again, giving him no reprieve. “Can’t or don’t want to?” she asked breathlessly, her voice a low velvet murmur. Her legs widened and as though she, too, was driven by a greater force, she shimmied against him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, completely unprepared for the emotions she brought out in him. Well past the point of thinking logically, he pressed the button for his floor, grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the mirrored wall. He positioned his lips close to her mouth. Never in his life had he felt so crazed or frantic.
“Kaylea…”
“I want you.” She poised her lips open and the invitation proved too powerful for him to deny. His lips crashed down on hers and he sank into her warm wetness. As he found solace in the heat of her mouth, her kiss fuelled the hunger brewing inside him. When she moaned in pleasure, fire pitched through his veins, and his cock thickened, draining all the blood from his brain, along with his cognitive reasoning abilities. Pressure began building in his body and he couldn’t think, he could only feel.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” she murmured, her lips moving to his neck, her tongue doing delicious things to his nerves.
The elevator stopped on his floor. With need ruling his actions, and well past the point of thinking rationally, he hauled her off. “I can’t,” was all he managed to get out as he ushered her down the hall.
Chapter Four
Kaylea’s heart raced as Brand gathered her hand in his and guided her into his lavish suite. He turned to her, his mouth parted, his eyes dark, intense. Carnal. Oh Lord, he looked so wild and so out of control that it scared her and excited her at the same time.
Even though outwardly he seemed dark and dangerous, deep in her soul she instinctively knew she was safe with him. Intuitive intelligence told her that beneath the surface, he was a man of integrity and character, and had a fierce sense of protectiveness. And since she always trusted her intuition, as it had never guided her wrong before, she was going to give herself to this man in a way she’d never given herself to another. He might be rough and rugged on the outside but she’d glimpsed the softness, and the warmth underneath, which affirmed her belief that she was definitely in good hands.
Everything inside her told her that Brand was just the man to take away her virginity and give her a night of wild sex that she’d never ever forget.
She raised her gaze to his and his shaky thumb traced her lips, as his nostrils flared. “You’re…so…beautiful.” His words came out broken, fractured, and she sensed the urgency in his body.
She caught the hungry gleam in his eyes and her entire being began shaking with want, no…with need. The sexual pull between them was most powerful and did bizarre things to her insides.
“Brand—” Her words died when he pulled her against him, meshing her softness with his hardness. She relaxed into him, soaking in his warmth.
“Come here,” he murmured. His deep sexy voice made her toes curl. Brand buried his face in her hair as his hands traced the pattern of her body. Gentle fingers glided over her skin with the utmost care. Her entire body flushed hotly and a thin sheen of perspiration broke out on her skin. Something about the way he touched her felt so damn good, so damn right. A low, erotic whimper bubbled up from the depth of her throat and her sexy sounds prompted him into action.
Her body softened against his as his trembling fingers found the buttons on her blouse. Slowly, one by one, he worked them free until he exposed her lace bra. The pleasure in his eyes excited her when his gaze latched upon her cleavage. As he licked his lips in eager anticipation, desire moved through her, forcing her to lock her knees to keep herself upright.
Good Lord, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, this man, this stranger. Her depth of desire for him was most fascinating, and completely mind-boggling. She should be nervous, she knew, but the painstakingly gentle way he was touching her, and the tender way he was looking at her, put her at ease. As her inhibitions fled, and desire overtook her, she in turn tore at his clothes. Brand stepped back and quickly shed his shirt, chaps and jeans, then stood before her bare naked, lacking modesty and completely comfortable in his own skin.
Her breath caught in her throat as she took pleasure in his gorgeous body. Roped muscles flexed and relaxed again under her scrutinizing gaze. She turned her attention to the juncture between his legs. Her eyes widened in surprise as her glance settled on his rock-hard cock, and she could feel her composure slipping away.
He closed the small gap between them and, taking her by surprise, his
