Fast Burn (Body Armor #4)(43)

“Very obvious...that you’re interested in sex.”

“Sex with you, Sahara Silver.” Hell, he couldn’t resist her any longer—in fact, he could barely remember why he’d been resisting. Something about complications...that no longer seemed so important. Anything they had to work out, well, she was more than worth the effort.

Sahara was with him, she trusted him, she wanted him, and he was done being noble. Giving up the fight, he settled fully against her. “How could I be interested in any other woman when you’re the most unique, challenging, infuriating—”

“Hey, I liked the other compliments more!”

Brand opened his mouth on her throat. “Delicious.” He nuzzled his way down to her breasts, dragging the neckline of the big loose shirt along the way. “Fragrant.” Lathing his tongue around the nipple he exposed, he whispered, “Sweet.”

“Better,” she breathed. She sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close. “FYI,” she whispered, “I didn’t pack condoms.”

Brand smiled up at her. “I did.”





CHAPTER EIGHT

SAHARA WASN’T A timid woman, especially when it came to sex. She had no problem giving direction, stating what she liked or didn’t like, when she wanted something more, softer or harder, when slower worked better than faster...or vice versa.

With Brand, she didn’t say a single word because he already seemed to know.

Repeatedly, in between tantalizing touches all over her body, he came back to her mouth. He kissed her as if she were precious to him, then consumed her with his lust, alternating between gentle and hungry, reverent and feverish.

She couldn’t get her bearings. All she could do was feel.

His hand swept down her waist to her hip, back up again and over her breast. He seemed to be learning her, relishing each curve or hollow he found.

Just as busy touching him, Sahara explored every taut muscle in his neck, back and shoulders, down to his bulging biceps, and back up again. His skin was so sleek and hot, his hair cool and silky.

He kissed her again, his tongue stroking deep as he moved against her in a full body caress.

Liking that too much, she tightened her legs.

Brand kissed his way to her ear. “Let’s get rid of this shirt.”

He didn’t wait for her agreement, was already lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and whisking away the shirt. He handled her as easily as he would a rag doll, and at the moment, she felt just as boneless.

Now, with her naked, he reached past her for the nightstand.

For a split second, she thought he was getting her dagger and wondered why. But no, he only grabbed the remote and parted the drapes so that dawn spilled in, filling the room with a pink glow.

“Better,” he said as he slowly settled back beside her. Balanced on a forearm, he looked her over, studying every part of her in minute detail, even her feet. “You’re fucking perfect.”

A silly smile cut through the haze of need. “Flatterer.”

When his broad hand settled over her belly, she lost the humor. He rested his hand there, not moving it except to coast his thumb back and forth over her skin, teasing her, ramping up her anticipation.

“Let’s talk for a minute.”

He had to be kidding. She dropped her head back to the pillow with a groan.

“It’s pertinent,” he promised, then leaned down to kiss the top of one breast. “I’d like to make an agreement.”

That she wouldn’t get overly involved? No, she couldn’t do that. She was already far too fond of Brand, far too fascinated and too desperate to have him, and—

“You know I have an issue with you being my boss.”

Her eyes popped open. Definitely not what she expected. Cautiously, she said, “Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking about this, and how we can make it work.” He bent to her breast again, this time softly, leisurely drawing in her nipple until her legs stiffened, her back arched and a low moan sounded from her lips.

Sitting back again, Brand stared at her breasts, lightly blew on her now-wet nipple and said, “You can be as bossy as you want—when you’re in the office or talking to your employees.”

With her heart still pounding, she said, “Gee, thanks, but I don’t need your permission to—”

“Hush.” He drew her nipple back into the heat of his mouth, and this time lightly grazed her with his teeth. “I’m agreeing that I don’t mind that commanding side of you, but while you’re with me, I think you should experience the other side of things.”

The oddest rush of excitement coursed through her. She did her best to shake it off. “I’m not sure—”

“Just listen for a minute.”

She frowned over what sounded like a command, but she kept quiet.

Pleased, Brand smiled at her. Almost as a reward, he pressed his hand downward until he cupped his palm over her sex, his long rough fingers curving into her most sensitive flesh. The touch was so stirring she nearly gasped.

Keeping his gaze locked with hers, Brand scrutinized everything she felt, each small reaction, then he continued. “I will never do or say anything to undermine your authority at the agency or with my friends who work for you. But at the same time, whenever we’re around my friends, it needs to be clear that we’re in a relationship, and I don’t mean employer and employee.”