His to Keep (Beauty and the Brit) (24 page)

On Friday, she finished her evaluation of Blue Moon. Brynn would no longer spend her days in Iain’s office, and she was going to miss it. She’d gotten to know the staff pretty well along with Amelia’s boy, Tyler, who’d started hanging out in the conference room a couple of times a week. He loved telling her about his latest video game obsessions. And Tyler spoke about Iain as though he were a superhero. “Iain lets me sit in on his meetings, and even though I don’t understand half of what’s going on, it’s so cool the way all the other dudes listen to him. He’s awesome.” Brynn agreed. Iain
was
awesome.

Brynn was also pleasantly surprised, and not a little jealous, when Amelia mentioned she was getting her own assistant. “It was Iain’s idea. He wants to free up my afternoons so that I can spend more time with Tyler.”

It only confirmed what Brynn already knew—Iain could definitely be one of the good guys. He may have tried to hide it, but his heart was in the right place—if only he’d let that side show more often.

While her work life might be in transition, Brynn’s personal life was bliss. Iain was opening up to her, telling her personal things about himself—his struggle to build a business, his turbulent childhood. Brynn felt closer to Iain than anyone else, including her family.

And the sex left her legs wobbly. Iain was completely uninhibited, and he had Brynn embracing a sexual side of herself she had never known existed. While she enjoyed being dominated and having Iain command her, he could also be tender. In those sweet moments, she wondered if forever might be in the cards.

Brynn wasn’t sure when she’d fallen in love with him, but it dawned on her Saturday morning as they were both getting ready for work. Brynn watched as he fastidiously knotted his tie, then grabbed Davy’s dice off the bedside table and shoved them in his pocket. She realized in that moment that she loved him and had for a while. Possibly since she walked into his office for the first time and saw him standing behind his desk. The feeling was unexpected and scary. Brynn kept it to herself and carried on as if she didn’t have this burning secret deep inside of her. There were reasons enough to be wary.

Although he opened up to her, he didn’t tell Brynn everything. Something was bothering Iain, keeping him from sleeping each night. She usually awoke in the wee hours, reaching for him, only to find Iain’s side of the bed was cold. One night, she went looking for him. Tossing on her kimono, Brynn walked down the hall and peeked into his office, but it was empty. Instead, she found him in the sitting room. He stood completely naked at the window, staring down at the Boulevard. He was eating ice cream from a carton.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Couldn’t sleep again?”

“No.” He offered her a spoonful of chocolate-cherry swirl.

“Where have you been hiding this? The only two things in your freezer are ice and vodka.”

“Called the concierge and had him bring it to me.”

It caught her off guard, seeing Iain Chapman stress eating in the middle of the night. Something heavy must have been weighing on his mind. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

He remained silent and his body froze like a statue. Then he turned in her arms. “No. Stand with your back to the window.”

She hesitated for a moment. He was using sex to keep her from asking questions. She realized it for the deflection that it was. It
was
very distracting. For both of them.

Brynn walked two feet to the floor-to-ceiling window and turned around, waiting. If nothing else, Iain’s sexual imagination always surprised her.

“Undo your robe. Take it off.”

Brynn peeked over her shoulder. It wasn’t dark outside, not with all the neon flashing up and down the Boulevard. No one could see through the tinted windows, though. Probably. Biting her lip, Brynn held back a shudder.

“Brynnie. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

That voice. She whipped her head around and, with nervous hands, unbelted her robe, letting it slide off her body. She stood before him naked and breathless. She could be shameless like this without feeling self-conscious. A first for her. Iain thought she was beautiful, telling her so often. And when he looked at her like she was tastier than that ice cream in his hand, she felt like it.

“Hands above your head. Keep them there.”

The window was cold against her back, but she did as he requested. Raising her arms, she thrust her breasts out and was rewarded when Iain’s gaze darted to them. He licked his lips and stepped closer. Just a few inches away. His body heat rose off him in delicious waves, bringing with it the smell of chocolate and his own intoxicating scent.

Brynn had become addicted to this—his demands, his touch, his spontaneity. And Iain was caught up in this rising tide of desire as much as she was. His cock was rock hard and his breath sounded unsteady. He never remained unaffected by these games they played.

Dipping his finger into the carton, he scooped out a dollop of ice cream and held it up to her mouth. “Lick.”

Brynn decided to tease him a bit. She knew he’d punish her if she did, but she liked that, too. Pushing his buttons was a thrilling ride. She never knew exactly what retribution he’d mete out. So instead of taking his finger in her mouth, as she knew he wanted, she barely lapped at the frozen treat. “Done.”

“Oh, who’s being naughty?” he asked, his voice raspy. Leaning down, his kiss was ruthless. Relentless. He thrust his tongue roughly into her mouth, pulling back only to bite her lower lip just hard enough to sting. Yeah, that was most definitely addictive. “Now do behave. Lick it properly. Like you would my cock.”

Brynn’s heart kicked up. Every time with Iain was new and electric. He aroused her so easily, with merely a glance or a touch. Low-gasm Brynn was history.

Tilting her head forward, Brynn kept her eyes trained on Iain’s as she took his finger into her mouth and sucked it gently.

Iain groaned so deeply, Brynn’s nipples ached at the sound. “That’s it, love. Deeper.”

She obeyed, wanting him to experience the same pleasure he was giving her. She took him farther into her mouth, making sure she licked the length of his finger and every last bit of chocolate-cherry flavor. Best ice cream she’d ever tasted.

When she lifted her head, Brynn’s tongue swept over her lower lip. Slowly. Seductively.

Iain’s narrowed eyes trailed it. Once more, he swooped down to kiss her. He was gentle this time, stroking his tongue along her lip, sucking it afterward. This was her reward for following his instructions. The way Brynn looked at it, whether he punished her or rewarded her, it was a win-win proposition.

Iain stuck his finger back into the carton. When he brought it out, he held it to Brynn’s throat and drew a line down her sternum. The cold made her shiver. So did his creativity. As Iain painted her, his hand was the slightest bit shaky.

A bolt of heat shot through Brynn when Iain bent down and followed it with his tongue. Her arms were still raised above her head. Obedient. Helpless. But she liked it that way.

Once more, he scooped a bit of the ice cream onto his finger, this time using it to circle her nipple. First one, then the other. He used his mouth to suck it off her skin.

Brynn’s legs trembled. This was a luscious game of torture. The ice cream numbed her breasts, but Iain’s tongue sent warmth radiating through her system.

When he finally raised his head, he gazed down at her, his expression inscrutable. “Put your arms down. Keep them pinned to your sides.”

She lowered her arms, impatient to see what body part he’d paint next. Her pussy was aching by now, desperate to feel him—his tongue, his fingers, his cock. She didn’t care which.

Iain threaded his sticky fingers through her hair and grabbed hold. He tilted her head back, sucking and nibbling his way from her neck down to her breasts. Brynn longed to touch him, feel the ripple of muscles against his back, sift her fingers through his short hair. But she did as he’d ordered and kept her hands at her sides. She bunched them into fists, her body so sensitive right then, she trembled.

“You’re good at obeying, aren’t you, darling?”

She merely nodded, not trusting her voice at this point. Because if she opened her mouth, she’d beg him to fuck her. And she’d learned the hard way that Iain was unpredictable. Sometimes he would give in and take her so hard she couldn’t remember her own name. Other times he would hold out, keep her waiting, delay her orgasm until she nearly sobbed for relief. Begging was too much of a gamble.

Only one thing about their lovemaking remained constant. Iain was always in control. Of her. Of his own reactions. He never lost himself in it the way Brynn did.

Now Iain knelt before her and rubbed ice cream over her ribs and around her belly button. Brynn gasped at the blast of cold and sucked in her stomach. By the time he’d licked her clean, she was about to collapse on the floor.

But Iain set the carton aside and lightly bit her inner thigh. Brynn’s head fell back as she moaned. God, she wanted him. Needed him. He wound her up, time after time, until she was a basket case. In those moments, fulfillment became her sole reason for existing.

“Spread your legs apart, Brynnie.” She did so immediately, but her knee almost buckled. Iain caught her and propped his hands on her waist, literally holding her up. Then he parted her folds and lapped her. His tongue slipped inside her, and he flicked it wildly while his thumb found her clit.

Brynn instantly fell apart. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hands shot out and found his head, holding it right where she wanted. If Iain hadn’t been supporting her, she would have collapsed onto the floor. Delicious tingles of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

Each orgasm Iain gave her was different. Some were mellow, some were all-consuming. By varying his technique, he could elicit a different response. But no matter what route he chose, he
always
made her come.

Once the tremors subsided, Iain still didn’t let up. His thumb continued to flutter over her swollen clit. His tongue still swirled inside her. Brynn felt that now-familiar sensation start to ramp up again. Where before she could barely have one orgasm, now Iain played her body like a well-tuned instrument.

Passion built on itself, working its way through her system once more. Soon, another surge of pleasure, twice as intense as the first, blew through her like a fire, consuming her. Brynn gasped for every breath she took.

Her body was still shaking when he lifted his head and gazed up at her. “I thought I told you to keep your hands at your sides.”

“I’ve been a bad girl, Iain. I’ll totally let you spank me, but first, I need a minute to calm down. That last one was a doozy.”

“No.” He rose, walked to the side table, and shoved his hand into the orange hand-blown glass bowl. Since last weekend, he’d started keeping condoms strategically stashed throughout the apartment and her house as well. “No minutes. No resting. And tomorrow, when you can’t walk because I’ve fucked you so hard, you’ll thank me.”

Arrogant Brit. God, how she loved it.

He rolled the condom on as he walked toward her. Brynn watched him in the semidarkness, her eyes playing over his hard muscles. She needed to draw him like this, with bright pops of neon flashing over him.

Iain drew to a stop in front of her and, without a word, placed his hands on her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her rubbery legs around his waist while he drove into her and kissed her at the same time, swallowing her cry.

This was exactly what Brynn needed. To be possessed by Iain. He didn’t hold back as he slammed into her over and over. That was okay. Brynn liked it when he got rough. She held on, clinging to his shoulders, lost in the pleasure. And the emotion. When Iain was deep inside of her, she felt the bond between them strengthen. It wrapped around her heart, tight and unshakable, drawing her closer to him. He was a part of her now.

He gazed down at her, wearing a fierce frown, gritting his teeth as he sought to stave off his own orgasm. “Brynnie. God, you feel good.”

He felt good too. When he finally let himself go, his cock jerked inside her and his hips bucked. She gazed up at him, past his corded neck and his raised chin. She loved him so much.

Iain looked down at her, never breaking eye contact as he continued to shudder. “
Brynn.
”

Afterward, he held her. She rested her head against his chest, heard the unsteady thump of his heart. She wanted this to last forever—this closeness, this feeling of being cosseted by Iain Chapman.

He brushed his lips over the top of her head. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Brynn.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Oh yes, pet. Very good.”

She lifted her head and gazed up at him. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

He paused. “Work. Just…thinking about a particular problem I have.”

“Can I help?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “No, I don’t think so. We should probably get a shower, wash off the stickiness.”

This was frustratingly familiar. Iain could open up to her, share things about his past or his relationship with Marc, but when she brought up his business, for some reason, he shut Brynn down. Maybe he was afraid she’d lecture him again.