Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(74)

Remy held her closer, kissing her along her ear and neck. “How long can we stay here?”

She smiled. “As long as we want.”

“Mmm. That means we’re staying all night then.”

She laughed, turning in his arms to kiss him.

It was only then that she saw a man watching quietly from the open doorway of the chamber.

Their eyes met and held.

She glanced down at Remy. His lids were lowered as he lazily nuzzled her throat.

She lifted her gaze back to Heath.

His eyes were shining.

She blew him a kiss. A kiss farewell.

He smiled softly.

And then he was gone.

Long afterward Remy and Zandra lay quietly together. At some point he’d gotten up to remove her outrageously sexy boots so she could be more comfortable. Since then, neither of them had moved.

“I have to say,” he murmured lazily, “this is the most...unusual place I’ve ever made love.”

Zandra laughed softly. “More unusual than the ladies’ room?”

He chuckled. “Oh, most definitely.”

“I think I have to agree.”

Remy smiled, stroking her hair. “When did you plan all this? And how?”

“That’s for me to know,” she said slyly, “and you never to find out.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t need to know details. It’d spoil the illusion.”

“Believe me, nothing could spoil this.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not telling you.”

He grinned. “Fine. Keep your secrets then.”

“I will. After all,” she murmured whimsically, “what’s a woman without her secrets?”

“Hmm.” Remy kissed her bare shoulder. “You’re an amazing woman, Zandra Kennedy.”

She sighed. “I know.”

Remy reached down and smacked her on the ass.

She laughed, wriggling away from him.

He pulled her right back, burying his face in her soft hair. “I must say, Z, you’d make one badass queen.”

She giggled. “You think so?”

“Hell, yeah. I’d do whatever you told me to.”

“You should do that anyway,” she quipped.

“What? What?”

She squealed protestingly as he rolled her over to face him, pinning her beneath his body. She stared up at him, her dark eyes glimmering with laughter.

“See,” he murmured, gently brushing her hair back from her face, “I told you I could be submissive.”

She snorted. “Barely.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on, Remy. You know it was killing you to lay there and let me be in charge.”

“That’s not true,” he objected.

She gave him a look.

He grinned sheepishly. “Okay, maybe a little. But only because you make me so damn hot for you. I just want to devour you every time.”

“Mmm,” she purred, curving her arms around his neck. “The feeling’s definitely mutual.”

Remy lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers. Her warm breath fanned across his face as he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He licked the insides of her cheeks, making her moan softly with pleasure. As she twined her tongue around his, blood rushed into his dick, hardening him at once.

Zandra smiled against his mouth. “Looks like someone’s ready for the next round.”

“Hmm.” Remy licked the seam of her lips. “I think that’s a safe assumption.”

“Good. Because I’m ready to go for a ride.”

With that, Zandra pushed Remy onto his back and straddled him, her juices bathing his shaft as she ground slowly against him.

He groaned, his eyes glazed with desire as he stared up at her. She was so damn beautiful, he could have come just from looking at her.

Holding his gaze, she provocatively raised her hips above his jutting erection, then lowered herself and cried out as his cock sank deep into her wetness.

His hands went around her waist, but he didn’t begin thrusting into her. He’d let her set the pace. Let her ride him with that hot, beautiful * of hers.

“Ohh,” she moaned, exulting in the feel of him embedded deep inside her.

His mind was blown by the sight of her, head arched back, eyes closed, voluptuous breasts thrust forward. She looked like a work of art. Powerfully feminine, fiercely erotic.

She began to move on him, her * clenching around his shaft, gripping him in that way only she could do.

Heart knocking against his ribs, he watched her face as she f*cked him slowly and tantalizingly. He memorized the flutter of her black lashes, the delicate flaring of her nostrils, the flush that heated her cheeks, the way she bit her luscious lip in ecstasy.

He savored every sigh of hers, every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name.

And with every grinding motion of her glorious hips, she drove him closer to orgasm. Closer to paradise.

He ran his hands up and down the silky curve of her back as she rode him. He met each of her thrusts, gave them back to her. As the pressure mounted, his cock pulsed and swelled.

And then he was coming, exploding inside her at the same time that she went liquid around him, her inner muscles contracting.