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“Are you a terrorist or something? I might hire you to do some dirty work for me, Bran.”
His chuckle reverberates through the car. It’s so rich and deep that I’d spend a whole day just listening to him laugh. “Are you teasing me right now?”
“Do you have a problem with being teased?”
“No.”
Good, because I’m about to torture him with questions. “Are you in a relationship, Bran?”
He shakes his head. “My last relationship ended years ago.”
I gape at him. “So you’ve been single for years?”
He nods. “Pretty much so.”
“Are you celibate?” I’m not asking just because I’m wondering about the dirty things we can do together. I’m genuinely curious.
A cough rumbles from his chest, followed by a laugh. “Are you always this direct?”
“If it’s with a handsome guy, then yes.” I twist my body to face him. “So, are you celibate?”
“No.” He brings the car to a stop in the parking lot of the concert building. I hiss, disappointed I’ll have to save the remainder of my questions for later.
Brandon opens the door for me and, just as I’m sliding out of the truck, the tips of our fingers brush. A sharp spark flares to life, searing through me until my heart is a throbbing mess. When he curls his hand around my waist to lead me inside the concert hall, my body tenses. Just thinking about his hand sliding further down gives me sharp palpitations.
We find our seats in the front row of the hall. I don’t think I told him it’s a classical opera concert, but he doesn’t seem bothered by this as Mon coeur s'ouvre à ta voix by Camille Saint-Saëns fills the quiet room.
As the concert progresses, Brandon’s hands find mine and his touch sparks undeniable desire within me. I can’t fathom if he feels the same way.
“Thanks for tonight,” I say as I slide down from his car and try not to notice how tall Brandon is.
It is a struggle to keep my mind on anything that isn’t him, my heart is pounding hard in my throat. I want this man so badly and I don’t think I can get my thoughts to align until I have him.
We’re standing in front of my apartment right now. The night air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of distant flowers and freshly cut grass. As the clock ticks closer to midnight, the stillness of the night surrounds me. The only sounds are those of my neighbors sleeping soundly in their beds. The urge to raise myself on my toes and kiss him grows stronger with each passing second, and there is nothing standing in my way. Not a single obstacle to prevent this fleeting moment from becoming a reality.
A soft breeze wafts his cinnamon scent to my nose. I inhale all of it, delighting in how good he smells.
“It was nothing,” he says, giving me a look that shows just how much he wants me. “I had fun too. I should be thanking you.”
I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip. “Yeah.”
We’re both silent for a moment. His eyes bore into mine with such intensity that my pulse races. It’s impossible to miss the tension and heat crackling between us.
And then, unexpectedly, he leans down and cups my cheeks. “Can I?”
Just two words that don’t mean much of anything, yet they mean so much to me. I find myself nodding desperately and pressing on my toes to bring my mouth within the same breathing space as his.
His lips mesh with mine as he kisses me. He’s gentle at first as his tongue seeks entrance, and once I let him in, his kiss turns ravenous and desperate. Too deep for my body to handle.
I wrap my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as I kiss him back. His own arms curl around my waist as he whisks me up from the ground and carries me to the front door.
He doesn’t stop kissing me even as I struggle to find my key and fit it in the lock. We rip each other’s clothes off the second we’re inside my apartment, and neither of us break our kiss as our hands roam over each other’s naked bodies. Our fingers trace every curve and contour of each other's body, hot and urgent.
My moans and gasps fill the room, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. His deep, ragged breathing in my ear is the perfect accompaniment to our entangled bodies.
It doesn’t feel like two strangers having sex. No. This isn’t just sex, it is love-making. Sensual and gentle, yet intense and mind-blowing.
My head rolls back and my eyes tighten. I curl my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his back, my entire body on fire.
