Fast Burn (Body Armor #4)(56)

Kissing a trail to her throat, he murmured, “I love how you taste.” He drifted his hands down her back to her hips, rocking her against the ridge of his erection beneath worn denim. Once she caught his rhythm, he went back to touching her, kissing her. He curved both hands over the globes of her ass, kneading the firm flesh. “Will you like how I taste?”

Arrested, she shuddered and said, “Should I find out?”

“Yeah.” Hell yeah. “Sounds like a plan.” Holding her arms just above her elbows, he eased her back and off his thighs, then urged her down to her knees.

Looking even more excited, Sahara said, “Now you’ll take off your jeans?”

He shook his head, slumped into the couch, and stretched his arms out along the back. “You can unzip them.”

Sahara licked her lips and smiled. “This feels like a challenge.” Her fingers touched the snap to his jeans. “I like it.”

He liked it, too, especially the part of seeing Sahara on her knees in front of him, naked. Brand tried to relax, but every muscle in his body tensed as she opened the snap and slowly, agonizingly drew down his zipper.

Being the diabolical woman that she was, she leaned down and nuzzled against his stomach, her fingers playing over his erection. When he shifted slightly, she quickly opened the material and freed him from his boxers.

Her small hands encircled him and she pressed a soft kiss to the head.

Brand nearly groaned, but he enjoyed the game too much to give it up this quickly. “Stroke me.”

With a sly smile, she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

Damn, she was even better at the game than he was. He’d never survive—especially when her grip tightened and she started a slow, firm stroke up and down his length.

He pressed his feet hard to the floor, bracing himself against the pleasure.

Her breath teased over him, and she asked, “Okay if I kiss you now, too?”

Taking in her tumbled hair, the heat in her beautiful blue eyes and the rosy glow to her skin, he nodded. “As long as you use your tongue.”

God, she did. With a throaty purr, she licked around him, her tongue hot and wet, and then slid her lips down and over him, taking more and more until she closed her mouth on him.

Unable to bite back the groan, Brand tangled both hands in her hair and drew her closer.

She braced her hands on his upper thighs, her head bobbing slowly as she made him insane. His lust churned; the need to release burned inside him.

He kept one hand cupped on the back of her head, and with the other, he reached under her to find her breasts. She was so soft all over, so sleek and sexy... Deeper and deeper she took him until he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“That’s enough.”

“Mmm,” she said against his dick, so that even the small murmur felt like a hot caress.

“Sahara.” It wasn’t easy since he really didn’t want to stop, but he got her mouth off him when he said, “I want to be inside you.”

Lifting dazed eyes, she stared at him. “But I could—”

“No doubt. But not this time.” He caught her upper arms. “Come up here.” Shoving his jeans lower, he completely freed himself, then found his wallet and the condom inside it. He handed it to Sahara. “You do the honors.”

Smiling, she flipped it a few times, then tore it open with her teeth.

He enjoyed watching her, the way her thick hair swung down around her face when she bent to the task, how her breasts moved, the flex of her nimble fingers. Letting her put the rubber on him was its own form of sweet torture.

“Now,” he growled, at the end of his control. “Ride me.”

Excitement sparked in her eyes. “Oooh, that sounds more like me being the boss again.” She came up to her knees, one hand holding him, and started to sink down.

Brand clasped her hips. “Slowly.” At the same time, he leaned in and gently caught her nipple with his teeth.

Gasping, she stroked him against her wet heat, but he held her so she couldn’t rush things. By small degrees, her body slid down his length and when finally she held all of him, he kept her still, further teasing.

“Brand,” she moaned, her inner muscles squeezing tight. “Please.”

Seeing her like this, so needy, wanting him so badly, satisfied something deep inside him. “Okay.”

The second the word left his mouth, Sahara kissed him hard and began rolling her hips. Brand helped her, guiding her, lifting into her, faster and harder, deeper, and when she tipped her head back and cried out, he joined her.

God, it was good. So good.

He was still trying to catch his breath when Sahara collapsed against him, her cheek on his chest, head under his chin, body lax.

He couldn’t imagine anyone being more compatible with him in bed. But then, on a very basic level, he’d always known the sex would be incredible.

Today, though, she’d shown how nicely she meshed with his folks, too, while still staying true to herself. Sahara didn’t try to fit in. She didn’t have to.

She was perfect as is.

*

SAHARA AWOKE THE next morning with a nudge from Brand. She stretched, yawned and opened her eyes to see him standing there in boxers, beard shadow and holding a cup of coffee.

How could a man look so good? She smiled. “Good morning.”

Brand handed her the coffee in bed, then asked, “What did you have planned with Becky?”