So Much More (Made for Love #3) (28 page)

“Doesn’t matter,” I gush. “I
love
cake!”

“Good. I promised I’d wine and dine you—so we’re here to wine and dine.”

Cake. It’s our first date and he decided to bring me here so that he could feed me cake. I think I just might be the luckiest girl in the whole world!

We order one slice of cake and two glasses of wine. Twenty minutes later, it’s more cake she wants. I’m happy to indulge her craving and a second helping of cake is consumed while we sit huddled together in our booth, talking over the loud hum that surrounds us.

We talk about nothing in particular, jumping from one topic to the next. Music. Movies. Books. The places we’ve been. The places we’ve always wanted to go. Family. Friends. As if we’re both tuned into one another, we steer clear of any conversation that will dampen the mood. When I see her expression cloud over with a bad memory, I say something that makes her laugh. When she senses that I’m being tugged back into the dark recesses of my mind, she kisses me and changes the subject.

For two hours, it’s just her and me.

The longer we sit together, the closer we get. I know we’re the epitome of what irritates me when I see other couples all over each other—as if it’s impossible for them to tone it down while they’re out in public. I know this—but I don’t give a shit about it. Now, as we sit quietly listening to the music, she’s got her head resting on my shoulder and her hand against my thigh. My arm is wrapped around her waist and I’m tracking lazy circles against her side with my finger.

When she tilts her head back, her lips graze against my skin and my dick stirs. She kisses the space just below my ear before she whispers my name. I lean down so that I can hear what she has to say.

“Would it be alright if we went home, now? I’d like to kiss you for a while as my way of saying thank you for this perfect date.”

She pulls away from me, searching for my answer in my eyes. I nod in response, but the thought of
waiting
to taste her sweet mouth seems outrageous. Instead, I bring my hand up and around her cheek before I press my lips against hers. I feel the way she melts at my touch, her body relaxing against mine, and my head fills with images of all the things I’d like to do to her when I get her out of here.

She teases me, flicking her tongue between my lips, and I feel my self control slipping away. I deepen the kiss and pull her closer. When she hooks one of her legs over mine, her thigh grazes my cock and I know that if we don’t get out of here right now, I’ll have my hand up her skirt, indecent exposure be damned.

“We’ve got to go,” I rasp, forcing myself to pull away from her. She nods, biting her lip as she does so, and I accept the fact that I’ll be walking out of here sporting a hard-on.

I reach for my wallet, pull out a wad of cash, and deposit it on the table before I slide out of the booth, taking Sarah with me. Her hand wrapped tightly around mine, we waste no time getting back to the Camaro. Once she’s in, I make my way to the driver’s side and we’re gone. It isn’t until I reach for her hand again that I realize—

“Shit! I never asked you how it went at LB tonight.”

She laughs, bringing my hand up to press a kiss against it. “I’m so incredibly proud of you for waiting so long to ask! I could have
sworn
you were going to start peppering me with questions the second I answered the door.”

I shake my head at her, a smirk curling the corner of my mouth. “I’m not the one you should be proud of. Be proud of
yourself
for being so damn gorgeous that it’s distracting.”

“You flatter me,” she says airily.

“Only because it’s true,” I assure her with a wink. “I really do want to know how it went, though.”

“Well, there was a small fire.”
My heart skips a beat.
“And we were short two hundred dollars in the till.”
My palms start to sweat.
“But other than that—” She cuts herself off when I chance a look at her to see if she’s being serious.

“I’m
kidding
,” she laughs once more, pressing her fingers against the side of my face, encouraging me to focus on the road. “It was fine. Nothing went wrong. Easy as pie—and I can say that. I make a mean peach apple pie.”

“
Don’t
do that to me, Sunshine. I almost had a heart attack.”

“Have a little faith in your girl, boss man.”

“I do,” I tell her, giving her fingers a squeeze. “Or I never would have left you in the first place.”

Because she’s amazing, Sarah spends the remainder of our car ride walking me through what she and Rachael did for the rest of their shift. It calms me down, knowing she did everything that’s on the nightly checklist, not forgetting a single step. The fact that she narrated each detail, just because she knows how hard it is for me to break routine, just because she wanted to reassure me that everything went fine, and without any prompting from
me,
it gives me one more reason to add to the list of why this girl could be no one else's but mine.

Her heart is so damn big, and I want it all.

As soon as I lock us in my apartment, she excuses herself to the bathroom, claiming she needs a
girl moment
. I can’t say for sure what that means, but I sure as hell hope it doesn’t take too long.

I
MAKE MYSELF COMFORTABLE
on the couch, kicking off my boots as I wait for her. When she comes to join me, it’s not a moment too soon.

“Hey,” she coos as our eyes meet.

“Hey,” I echo, leaning towards her to graze my mouth against hers.

She reaches for my face, cupping her hands around my beard as she parts her lips and invites my tongue inside. It’s not long before we lose ourselves in this kiss and I pull her on top of me. I know I promised her earlier that we wouldn’t do anything she didn’t feel comfortable doing, and I know we should take it slow, but I’m not feeling very patient just now.

I’m feeling insatiable.

I’m feeling greedy.

I’m feeling reckless.

I skim one hand up her leg, reacquainting myself with her silky smooth skin. I keep going until I’m under her skirt, then I palm her ass, pulling her even closer to me. With the other hand, I slide my way up her side, anxious to feel her wonderfully full tit. When I rub my thumb over one of her breasts, I can feel her hardened nipple through her bra. She hums a pleasant sigh into my mouth at my contact and I’m so turned on that I know I’m not going to be very good tonight.

“Sarah,” I grumble, dragging in a breath, reaching down to tug up her shirt. “Tell me when to stop. Just say when—loud and clear. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah,” she breathes with a nod.

When I free the bottom of her shirt from the confines of her belt, she lifts her arms above her head and allows me to inch the fabric over her stomach, over her pink lacy bra, then finally over her head. Her hair falls in waves all around her and I gather her thick silky mane into one hand, gently tugging until she’s titled her head back. I leave a trail of opened-mouth kisses along the length of her neck, descending all the way down and in between her cleavage.

“
Brandon
,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, baby?” I reply as I nibble and lick my way back towards her neck.

“I want to touch you.” Her fingertips find their way underneath my shirt as she says the words. Together, we make quick work of the undesirable garment and then her palms are exploring my chest.

And then her lips.

Her tongue.

Her teeth.

Fuck—does she have any idea how much she’s killing me right now?

She swirls her tongue around my nipple and then grazes her teeth over the hardened flesh. My dick is so stiff, if I don’t get out of these jeans, it’s going to get downright painful.

I coax her head back up until her mouth is in reaching distance of mine and then I crush my lips against hers, locking my arms around her before I stand. She clings to me, wrapping her legs about my waist as I carry her towards the bed.

“Hey,” I manage between kisses. “How about—we make—a deal.”

“What—deal?”

Before I can answer, her tongue is twisted around mine. I ease her down onto the bed, settling myself between her legs, and my dick strains against my pants, begging to be set free.

“Dammit, woman,” I gasp, severing our kiss. “You’re going to kill me.” I pull away from her, reaching for the top button of my jeans. “You lose yours, I’ll lose mine,” I tell her, sliding down my zipper.

She stands with me and unhooks her belt, letting it fall to the floor. I keep my eyes trained on hers as I push down my jeans and she keeps her eyes trained on mine as she wiggles out of her skirt. I kick my ankles free and slide out of my socks as she steps out of her skirt and slips out of her heels.

In this moment, both of us keeping our hands to ourselves, I remember that she gets to set the rules. We’re only going to go as far as she’s willing. I’m not going to push her. “Tonight does not have to be about sex,” I tell her. “That’s not why I want you here.”

“I know,” she whispers, taking a step closer to me. When she rests her hands against my sides, I feel her trembling.

“Sarah?” She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she looks down at my erection and takes another cautious step towards me. “Sarah?”

I watch as she draws in a deep breath, licks her lips, and then looks up at me. “I want to see it.”

I can’t explain it—this yearning I have. It’s like the princess is starving. Only I’m not thinking about food. And it aches—my insides are being torn apart by this raw desire. In this moment, I can think of nothing else.
Nothing
. All I want is to touch him. Except—I don’t want it to be about me. I want it to be about
him
.

I want to make him come.

I’m fascinated by his cock. It’s
definitely
up and most certainly intimidating, but above all else, it makes me feel
powerful.
I’m the reason he’s turned on right now.
Me
. I have no idea what to do next, how to handle him or how to figure out what he likes. I’ve read scenes just like this one too many times to count—but real life,
Brandon
, its not the same.

“Sarah?” His voice calls to me, calls to that all consuming feeling in the pit of my stomach. I take a step closer to him, willing myself to be brave. “Sarah?”