What He Wants (Second Chances #1.5)(12)

I highly doubted he’d be hurt if I left him in the middle of the night. Tomorrow he was probably going to be off with another female for all I knew. For tonight, however, I could have my fun and go my separate way when it was all over.

His condo was on the top floor of the building, and each second we rode the elevator to the top, my heart started to beat out of control. I was nervous. I hadn’t been with a man in months. Putting his hand on the small of my back, Brett guided me out of the elevator and down the hall to the door at the very end.

“So you moved here how long ago?” I asked. “Most of the people I know who live in this area are high up in society. Who are you exactly?”

He opened the door to his condo and stepped out of the way. “Are you sure you want to know? I’ll tell you.”

Other than his name, I wanted to know who he was, but then again it was probably best I didn’t. “No,” I replied quickly, “don’t tell me. It might be good if I don’t know.”

Shutting the door, he locked it and turned around, removing his jacket and throwing it over the top of the couch. “Then I guess there’s no need to talk, is there?” He grabbed his tie and slowly undid it, tossing it over the couch before unbuttoning his white shirt. As he began to move closer, I steadily took steps back until I couldn’t go any further.

“I guess not,” I whispered.

Before caging me in, he threw his shirt on the floor and placed both hands on the wall, holding me prisoner against his body. Leaning down, he lightly grazed his lips along my neck on up to my ear, his warm breath tickling my senses.

“I want to touch every inch of your body,” he murmured huskily. “I don’t know what it is, but when I saw you I knew you were different.”

“How so?”

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I held him tight and waited on him to respond … to look at me. When he did, I almost wanted to rethink what I was doing with him. He wasn’t a one night stand kind of guy, and I was afraid that if I stayed he wouldn’t let me go; I’d fall for him.

“Because in your eyes,” he began, brushing the hair off my forehead with his gentle hand, “I can see who you truly are. You’re beautiful, care-free, and smart. I don’t like women who are desperate, and you proved that you weren’t when you ignored my letter.” He paused and kissed the palm of my hand, keeping his gaze on mine. “You keep your heart guarded, but I’m hoping one day you’ll let me in.”

Not going to happen, I wanted to say. There’s too much pain involved with letting someone in.

Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “That’s not something I want to think about. I’m here … right now. Let’s just live in the moment.”

Brett moved closer and put his fingers underneath my chin, lifting gently. “If you’d let me, I’d like to turn your focus onto other things. Like …”

He trailed his hands down my shoulders and over the skin of my back until he reached the zipper to my dress. “Like what?” I asked breathlessly.

Unzipping my dress, he let it fall to the floor with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Like how I’m going to make your body scream for my touch … and how I’m going enjoy making you come in every way possible.”

Eyes wide, I didn’t have time to speak before he closed his lips over mine, silencing me. My clit throbbed in anticipation, aching for release. It had been so long since I’d felt any pleasure from a man’s touch; I wanted it … needed it. In one swift move, he lifted me up in his arms and I straddled his waist, holding on tight as he led me through his condo to what I assumed was going to be his bedroom.

It was dark in the hallway, but when we entered his room, it was illuminated by the shimmering lights of downtown Charlotte. His windows were massive—floor to ceiling—but I knew no one could see in since they were private from the outside.

Laying me on the bed, he covered me with his body and spread my legs with his knee. I still had on my strapless pink bra and pink thong, but Brett’s gaze was focused solely on mine as he kissed me … claimed me. He rocked his body against mine, lifting my left leg around his waist so he could press his cock harder in between my legs.

The momentum built to the point I couldn’t contain the silence any more. “Brett,” I gasped, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

Digging my nails into his arm, he knew what was about to come. Quickly, he slid his hand down my thigh to the inside of it, and finally over my thong, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I wasn’t fully there yet, but as soon as he slid his fingers in it was all over. My body tightened and I screamed out my pleasure, grasping onto his arms and squeezing until the tingling subsided, leaving me breathless and aching for more. Lifting his fingers to his lips, Brett put them in his mouth and closed his eyes, moaning as he tasted me on them.

When he opened his eyes and gazed down at me, my breath hitched in my throat. They were raw, primal … heated. There was no restraint, no holding back; he wanted me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Ripping off my underwear, he threw it across the room before lifting me up in his arms so he could unlatch my bra. Roughly, he kissed me and I couldn’t help but moan when he threw my bra off to the side and pinched my nipples. He bit my lip and sucked it hard, making a strangled cry escape my lips as he massaged and squeezed my breasts.