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"You know it's not fair to make a grown man cry," he says, his voice cracking with happiness.
I can't help but smile. "Not if he's crying happy tears."
He laughs, looking incredibly handsome. He looks just like Kira in every way. I wonder why Alessa doesn't resemble him when Kira does. But tonight is not the time to ask about her mother.
"You should laugh more often, Brandon," I tell him. "It suits you."
"There's something else I'd rather do," he replies.
I raise an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
He unbuckles his seat belt and leans over the passenger’s seat. His lips meet mine, and he kisses me deeply and passionately.
I kiss him back, tugging at his shirt and melting against him. I want to feel and taste every bit of him.
The realization bursts through me like a crescendo. I’m thrilled with everything about him. The thought of our world just revolving around us, Alessa and Kira, it sparks a sense of happiness and fulfillment I’ve never felt before.
When he pulls away, he looks at me with so much longing that every part of me is throbbing for him. I can tell the same thoughts running through my mind are running through his.
“Want to come inside for—”
“Yes,” he answers.
I giggle because he didn’t even let me finish. “Alright. Get Kira.”
He obeys, sliding out of the car and going for Kira in the backseat. I free myself from my seat belt and walk up to my front porch to open the door. The overhead light flashes on as it detects movement.
In less than a minute, we’re inside. Brandon takes Kira to her room while I make us two cups of coffee and go to apply a little more lipstick and get my hair a little rough.
When I return to the living room, Brandon grabs me and pulls me against him. “You look lovely tonight, Anya. Did I tell you that?”
I bite my lips and chuckle. “Did you? I can’t remember.”
He softly grabs my chin. “You’ll remember this.” He kisses me again, more deeply and feral this time.
I melt into his kiss, feeling a rush of desire overwhelming me. With Brandon's arms wrapped around me, I feel safe and loved.
When we finally break apart, breathless and flushed with desire, Brandon gazes at me with a hunger that matches my own. His eyes are dark with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“I love you, Anya,” he whispers hoarsely, his voice filled with raw need. “I've loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I meet his gaze. Without hesitation, I reach up to cup his face in my hands, feeling the roughness of his jaw beneath my fingertips. “Brandon,” I whisper back, my voice filled with a longing that matches his own. The air between us crackles with electric tension, pulling us closer together, as if we were two magnets irresistibly drawn to each other.
His hands roam over my body with a possessive urgency, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. As our lips meet once more in a searing kiss, the world falls away around us, leaving only the two of us locked in a passionate embrace.
Time seems to stand still as we give in to the desire that has been simmering between us since before dinner. Every touch, every caress sends a jolt of pleasure through me, heightening my senses and driving me wild with need.
We don’t break our kiss as we rip each other’s clothes off and find our way to the couch.
Brandon makes love to me in a way that makes me clench and pulsate. His strokes are gentle yet powerful, sending waves of fire coursing through my veins. Every stroke, every kiss etches a new memory into my mind and soul that I will never forget.
As the night wears on, we become lost in the whirlwind of passionate desire, incapable of pulling away from each other. We make love until the first light of dawn peeks through the curtains, until our bodies are spent and we collapse onto the couch, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I rest my head on Brandon's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as I drift off to sleep wrapped in his strong arms. I feel contentment and love in a way I’d never thought possible, a sense of completeness that fills my entire being.
I wake up to the sound of Kira’s little giggle somewhere. And the smell of coffee.
I’d fallen asleep in the living room after Brandon and I made love, but I’m somehow in my bedroom now, covered in a blanket. Which means Brandon carried me here, and I have no idea when; that is how blissful my sleep was. It’s the best I’ve had in a while.
