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She paced the floor, trying not to let neurosis overtake her thoughts. Three weeks seemed like an eternity ago. The memories of her weekend with Brandon were seared into her mind, but her whims of fancy had retreated since then. What were they doing? It wasn’t rational.
The phone conversations were fun, sweet, and sexy. The random text messages and e-mails were the same. But none of them were ever long enough. They always lacked that connection she’d felt when she and Brandon met, as if they were trying too hard to recreate the moment. Maybe they could just talk when he got there? Part of her protested, wanting to taste him and feel him and be wrapped up in and around him. But if she didn’t voice her concerns, was continuing their relationship worth it?
Then again, theydidtalk. She told him how work was, and he told her about working his contacts in the industry while looking for a new agent. That had to count as getting to know each other. They could spend the weekend exploring more physical things. Right?
A knock echoed through the room, and her racing pulse kicked up another notch, threatening to tear her heart from her chest. She took a few deep breaths but failed to calm herself before she let Brandon in.
He looked better than she remembered, and any greeting died in her throat. She leaned back against the door as it closed. His brown eyes shone with lust and joy, as he looked her over. Maybe she was worried about nothing.
“I missed you.” He rested his hands on the door—one on either side of her head—and brushed his lips over hers. He pulled away, studying her for a moment. “Are you okay?”
The contact and his genuine concern erased her doubts. They could talk later. She returned the kiss, diving into the tingles racing through her.
He dropped his hand to her waist, stroked his thumb over her hip, and glided his lips up her jaw. He traced his tongue along the edge of her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re even better than I remembered.”
“You too.” She sank into the words and light touches, focusing on the moment and nothing else.
“You know what I was thinking”—he trailed kisses down her neck—“might be really nice”—he kissed along her collarbone—“after a long day of travel?” He brushed over the hollow at the base of her throat.
A sliver of disappointment wormed its way through her. He had to be exhausted after traveling all day. “Sleep?”
His chuckle vibrated through her. “Later, definitely. I was thinking of something else first.” He slid his hand from her hip to her back and tugged her forward. “Join me in the shower?”
Her heated blood grew warmer at the suggestion, and anticipation rolled under her skin. “I’m in.”
He guided her toward the bathroom, his palm rough against her waist and then her back. Her earlier anxiety had vanished and was replaced by an intense need to be closer to him than their clothing allowed.
He broke away, to fiddle with the faucet in the tub, and seconds later the sound of rushing water filled the room. He turned back to her. “Let it warm up while I warm you up.”
Her heart pounded in excitement at the gravel in his voice. She dropped her hands to his waist and pushed his shirt up. Friction flowed between his skin and hers when she shoved the fabric out of the way and then threw it aside. She trailed her fingers down his bare chest. How was it possible to have missed someone so much, when she’d only had him a few times? Each touch rocked her deep inside, soothing an unknown addiction.
He glided his fingers under her top and up her spine, and she arched her back at the light touch. He made quick work of her bra clasp and slid his hands along her ribs, moving her clothing out of the way in the process. He cupped her breasts, and she gasped at the firm, possessive caress, squirming against him. He flicked his thumbs over her hard nipples—feather-soft touches that sent jolts of pleasure through her.
Wetness pooled between her legs, and she ground against him.
He stripped off her top and bra and lowered his head to her breast, closed his lips around the hard nub, and flicked out his tongue.
The sensation made her head spin. Steam filled the room, casting everything in a soft haze. She fumbled with the button on his jeans for a second, before releasing it and sliding down his zipper. She reached into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft. His groan echoed through her skin when she freed him, and the sounds tearing from his chest made her wetter.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and raised her head. Shock and a new, intense wave of want coursed through her when he crushed his mouth to hers. She didn’t know how he managed, but he pushed the rest of their clothes off without breaking away. His hard cock rubbed her bare hip.
She wanted to make him growl like he had during their last time together. Wanted to see him lost in the moment.
And she was tired of waiting. Hands on his shoulders, she broke the heated kiss and pushed him toward the tub. Seconds later, water streamed over them. The steam was nothing compared to what was in her veins.
Brandon rested a hand at the small of her back, to pull her close.
She smirked and broke away. “We’re supposed to be showering, remember?”
He raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth pulled up in that sexy-as-hell, crooked grin that drove her wild. “What did you have in mind?”
Since she’d been staying in the room all week, her toiletries surrounded them. She plucked her body wash from the corner.
He wrapped his hand around her wrist and narrowed his eyes, but his smile never wavered. “Apricot energizer?”
She twisted away from his grip with a laugh. “Are you worried about smelling like a girl?”
He ducked his head, his lips hovering close enough to her neck that she felt his breath, but he never made contact. He glided his nose lightly up her skin. “I’m concerned that if I smell like you, you’re going to be even more impossible to get out of my head.” His hard length dug into her stomach, nudging and pleading as he kissed along the edge of her ear.
