Her body jerked and shuddered as her climax coursed through her, but even before she was finished she moved back down his body to sink onto his cock again. She kissed him, tasting herself. A second orgasm lurked, not unexpected except for how soon it would come and how strong it would be.
‘Come inside me,’ she ordered, looking into his eyes.
His eyes flashed and he gave a small nod. He bit his lower lip in concentration as he thrust faster, but not harder. Still gentle, still controlled, each rubbing the head of his cock against her G-spot.
‘Oh,’ Leah cried, surprised at the warmth and sensation flooding her. This was unexpected, this was different. ‘Oh … God … Brandon!’
His hands gripped her hard enough to pinch but she didn’t care. He was coming, she felt him inside her, pulsing and throbbing even as her own body gave over to the waves of ecstasy flooding her. They came together. The world spun. Leah collapsed against him, breathing hard.
A few minutes later, Brandon’s stomach rumbled.
Leah sat up, laughing, and lightly pinched his nipple. ‘Very romantic.’
He captured her hand and kissed her palm. ‘Sorry.’
‘Don’t be sorry,’ Leah said and kissed him. ‘Sorry’s for when you do something wrong.’
Brandon blinked, then smiled. ‘Were you talking to my mom?’
Ah, she was caught. ‘Yes. I called her when you were sleeping.’
He didn’t ask why. He kissed her again, then wrapped her in his arms and rolled them both over so they could spoon. His stomach rumbled again, louder this time. Leah laughed.
‘I think we need breakfast. The hotel has an amazing buffet. I should go see if Kate and Dix want to go with us.’
‘In a minute.’
She gave him the minute, not anxious to get out of bed. His breath ruffled her hair. Leah turned to face him.
Brandon smiled. ‘Love you.’
‘I love you, too.’ She kissed him. ‘And Brandon, about …’
‘Uh uh,’ he told her, sitting up. ‘Not before I eat.’
She gave him a look that told him she knew exactly what game he was playing, and that she was letting him. ‘God forbid you go without a meal.’
He put a hand on his belly. ‘You don’t want me to lose my strength.’
‘God, no. Who’d fuck me so deliciously tonight?’
‘Nobody,’ he said with that self-confident surety she loved so much about him. ‘Not as good as me.’
‘Breakfast,’ Leah said. ‘And later, we’ll talk.’
15
KATE BREATHED IN deep and stretched. As she rose to consciousness she realised the whooshing sound wasn’t the waterfall in her dream, but the bathtub in the adjoining bathroom. She snuggled back into the comforting weight of the bedding, not bothering to open her eyes just yet.
The scent on the air meant he was in there shaving. She knew his body. Knew he’d be standing, hip leaning against the marble counter. His movements would be slow, methodical as he started up his neck, whiiick, whiiick, as he dragged the edge of the razor over that sweet, hard flesh to remove the hair. He’d already have used the electric trimmer to edge around the line of his goatee.
So utterly beautiful and masculine all at the same time. She liked the way he was smooth on the exterior, perfectly groomed and dressed. Even in jeans he looked like he’d stepped from a men’s magazine. The man was very neatly put together for such a hedonist. But scratch beneath the surface and he was delightfully dirty.
Because it pleased her, she imagined the width of his shoulders tapering down to his waist. The high tight ass, powerful thighs, long legs and hard calves. She knew he’d be naked, that was his preferred mode of dress when it was just the two of them and she couldn’t complain. The skin of his ass to the tops of his thighs would be paler than the rest from all those afternoons at the pool in his backyard. Her tan lines were faded due to the depth of winter. But Dix’s skin had a golden tone year round.
The thought of the dark, soft line of hair swirling around his belly button and trailing southwards to his cock brought a shiver. All Pickles had was a memory. Kate had it within reach. It was hers. All six feet of handsome, utterly unrepentant male ready to fuck her or carry her heavy bags was hers. He loved her. Flaws and all. Her life was very, very good.
Happy, she rolled from bed and padded through the doorway to stand and watch Dix shave. ‘I kinda liked the five o’clock shadow thing you had going. You looked like a wicked pirate.’
He turned, laid the razor down and moved to her in two long strides. ‘I am a wicked pirate, darling Katherine. You know I covet your booty. Can I raid you?’
She laughed as he kissed down the side of her neck. ‘My sails are unfurled, I’m so ready to be boarded and raided.’
‘Get in the bath. I figured the sound would wake you. It’s still quiet out there so I figure we’ve got a while before Leah and Bingo wake up. Maybe we can all grab breakfast.’ He paused, raking his gaze up her body slowly. ‘After.’
She grinned, pausing to press a kiss to his shoulder as she passed to get to the giant tub. A groan of pure pleasure slipped from her lips as she stepped in and the water enfolded her like a lover. God, she loved hot baths. Showers were for when she didn’t have enough time and she just needed to be clean and run out the door. A bath was a treat, a way to press the luxury of stillness into your routine. You didn’t need special potions or goo, you just needed a large tub, hot water and
