“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding pained as she slid his belt out of the first loop of his jeans.
“You said you couldn’t wait,” she said in his ear. “I’m merely removing pesky barriers,” she said, nipping at his earlobe.
He grabbed her hands and moved her around to stand in front of him. He reached for the knot at the back of her head and pulled it out, unwinding her hair and fanning it around her shoulders.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he said, roping his fingers through her hair and bringing her mouth to his.
Paige let her hands wander down and she started unbuttoning his shirt. Which was
not
an easy task, not at all. Because all the while, Brendan was kissing her like she was his air supply. When she finished with the buttons, she slid her hands under the two flaps of his shirt, pressing her hands into his over-heated skin.
She walked her fingers down, tracing his flat stomach, and reached for his belt again. She unbuckled it and then undid the top button on his jeans. As she reached for the zipper, his hands covered hers and he pulled back from her mouth, his breath labored.
“Not yet. No more touching until we go inside,” he said, swallowing hard. “If that zipper goes down, I’m done for.”
Paige smiled but let go. “Okay,” she said, taking a step back from him. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.
Brendan stared at her in her black strapless bra and skirt. He took a step forward and reached out, but Paige took another step back, shaking her head and smiling.
“Uh-uh, you said no more touching until we’re both inside,” she said, taking another step back into the house. “I’m inside, but you seem to still be out there.”
“You know what they say about payback,” Brendan said, letting a smile curve his lips.
“No,” she said, shaking her head innocently and dropping her shirt onto the floor. “What do they say?” she asked as she pushed her skirt down over her hips and let it fall into a puddle around her feet. He stared at her lace panties, his eyes going wide with wanting.
At that moment Sydney came walking into the house. Both of them were so focused on each other that they hadn’t even heard her come up the stairs.
“It’s a bitch,” he said, coming inside.
Paige turned and ran down the hall, laughing as she bolted for his bedroom. She barely made it past his doorway when he grabbed her around the waist. He took a few steps and they fell onto his bed, landing softly with him on top, firmly between her legs. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one of his.
“So what are you going to do to me? What’s my great payback?” She grinned up at him.
“Let’s see…where to start,” Brendan said, pressing his mouth to her neck while his free hand traced her knee and slowly worked up the inside of her thigh. He lightly ran his fingers over the edge of her panties before he moved up to her stomach, his fingers running around her belly button and out to her side, walking up her ribs one by one. After a moment, he let go of her hands and cradled her face in both of his.
“Paige, I want you so much it hurts,” he said, looking at her like no man had ever looked at her. Like he could look at her forever and never get tired of her. It made her chest tighten.
She reached up, running her hands up his neck and into his hair. “I know the feeling,” she said, pulling his face down to her and kissing him.
One of his hands trailed down her body until it was between her thighs. He pulled back her lacy panties and groaned as his fingers found a place that was warm and wet.
“Brendan,” she said and moaned, her body arching up. He stroked her with two fingers and pressed his thumb against a spot that made her hips start pumping up into his hand.
Paige reached down to the front of Brendan’s jeans and cupped him through the fabric. He groaned again and thrust his tongue harder into her mouth. A second later he pulled back from her, his hand disappearing from inside of her as he turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and started unlacing his boots. Paige got up on her knees and came up behind him. She slid her hands up his back and leaned into him, kissing his neck.
When he got his boots and socks off, Paige pulled his shirt off his shoulders. The second his arms were free, he stood up and reached for the front of his pants but she grabbed his hands and pulled them away.
“Let me,” she said, reaching for his zipper and pulling it down. She brought her hands up to the waistband of his jeans and pulled them, along with his boxer briefs, down his thighs. He sprang free and she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him.
He was huge and incredible, everywhere. And she wanted to put her mouth all over his body. Trace every single muscle with her tongue. But that would have to wait.
“If you continue with that, we aren’t going to get very far,” he said, looking like he was barely holding it together.
“We wouldn’t want that,” she said, letting go of him. She sat back on the bed, reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra before she threw it to the ground. She lay back on the bed and settled her head against the pillow, looking at him. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
“I have no freaking clue,” he said, shaking his head as he pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs and stepped out of them. He kneeled on the bed and reached for her waist, grabbing the top of her panties and pulling them down her long legs.
“God, Paige,” he said, staring at the apex of her thighs. She spread her legs and he groaned. A second later he was between her legs, his mouth on hers, and his hands on her breasts. She was writhing beneath him, absolutely unable to control her response to him.
“Brendan, please,” she begged desperately. “I need you inside of me.”
He reached out to his nightstand and opened a drawer, his hand returning a second later with a small packet. He ripped it open and pulled out the condom. He rolled it on and positioned himself over her. He grabbed one of her hands, stretching it up over their heads, his fingers intertwining with hers. He looked down into her eyes and entered her in one long, slow stroke.
They both stopped for a second, just staring at each other and memorizing that first moment that their bodies joined together. Brendan lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her slowly, his tongue stroking hers. Paige pulled her feet up. She planted them on the bed and lifted her hips, making Brendan slide farther into her.
Brendan’s free hand slid under Paige’s behind, pulling her body more firmly to his as he started to pump his hips. Brendan took his time, moving in and out of her slowly. Perfectly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and somehow he was even deeper inside of her.
“Oh, Paige, baby,” Brendan said against her mouth.
Paige’s free hand gripped Brendan’s back. Her nails dug into his skin as he continued to move inside of her, creating a perfect friction against every single sweet spot on her body. It was exquisite.
He pulled his mouth back from hers and looked into her eyes, and what she saw in his eyes took her breath away. The way he was looking at her made her feel like she was completely worth it, like she was completely worth everything.
And that did it.
She spiraled out of control, her body contracting around his in the most powerful orgasm of her life. Paige came completely undone in Brendan’s arms, and a second later he was undone in hers.
Socks, Sunrises, and Sex…Lots of It
B
rendan slowly opened his eyes to his dark room. He was pressed up against the back of Paige, one arm underneath her pillow. The other was wrapped around her waist, his hand on her stomach. His nose was buried in her hair, and every time he breathed in, he inhaled her citrus shampoo. He leaned up and kissed her shoulder. She sighed and shifted in her sleep, rubbing herself against a spot that was already at attention.
He didn’t think he would ever get enough of her, not for as long as he lived. Everything about the night before had been amazing, more amazing than anything else. He’d thought that if they ever made it to a bed, he wouldn’t be able to take things slow. He’d wanted her for so long that slow had seemed impossible. But when he’d finally gotten her stretched out beneath him, he’d wanted to take in every moment of it. He’d wanted to memorize her, to touch every inch of her and learn her by heart.
He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was fifteen past seven. They’d been asleep for less than five hours. After their first earth-shattering go around, Paige had slipped out of Brendan’s bed and grabbed his shirt from the floor, sliding her arms into the sleeves.
“You look good in my shirt,” he’d said as he propped himself up on his arm and watched her. “But you look better out of it.”
“Yes, well, it’s cold,” she’d said as she buttoned it up.
“Then come back to bed,” he’d said, pulling the blanket back for her to join him.
“I’m going scavenging for food. You stay there and recoup. You’re going to need your strength for round two.”
“Round two? I like the sound of that.”
“So do I.” She’d smiled as she walked out of the room.
She’d returned with sliced apples and cheese, two cans of Coke, and a piece of chocolate cheesecake. He’d sat back against the headboard, Paige straddling his lap while she’d fed herself and him. When they’d moved onto the cheesecake, Brendan had started undoing the buttons on the shirt she was wearing, and by the time they were done eating they’d moved on to round two.
Brendan had thought he’d been done for when he’d seen Paige swivel her hips when she was dancing. But he’d had no freaking clue just how done for he was until she did it balanced on his lap, with him firmly inside of her.
Afterward, she’d fallen asleep quickly in his arms and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to wake her up. So he’d laid there, letting his fingers trail over her hip and up her side, until he’d fallen asleep to the soft sound of her breathing.
“Paige,” Brendan whispered, pressing his mouth to her ear. “Baby, wake up.”
“Hmm,” she hummed moving against him again. If she kept doing that he wasn’t going to be able to follow through with his next plan of action.
“Paige,” he said again, moving a little so that he could pull her onto her back.
Her eyes opened slowly and when she focused on him she gave him a sleepy smile.
“Mmm, morning,” she said, stretching her arms above her head.
The blankets fell down around her breasts and she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding her leg up and between his. He rolled her back into the mattress, grabbing her free leg and pulling it around his waist as he covered her mouth with his. She ran her hands down his back and across his waist, and just before she reached for him, he grabbed her hands and pulled them away.
“Not yet,” he said, shaking his head. “That isn’t why I woke you up.”
“You woke me up from a sound sleep and it wasn’t to have sex?” she pouted. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Cute?” he asked, looking down at her. “I’m not cute.”
“Yes, you are.” She smiled. “And incredibly sexy.”
“Sexy I can get used to,” he said, pressing his lips to hers.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m not going to care what your other plans are.”
“Okay.” He grinned, rolling off her and getting out of bed.
She eyed him appreciatively until he held out his hand for her to grab. “We going somewhere?” She frowned.
“Don’t you trust me?”
She didn’t answer, just put her hand in his and let him pull her up and out of bed.
“It’s cold out here,” she said, rubbing her bare arms.
Brendan reached around her and pulled one of the blankets from the bed, wrapping it around her shoulders. Then he went over to his dresser and opened a drawer.
“So your feet don’t get cold,” he said, holding up a pair of thick white socks. He kneeled down in front of her and pulled one of her feet up from the floor, sliding the sock over her foot. He did the same with the other one and then stood up in front of her.
She just stared at him, her eyes going a little misty and her mouth slightly open.
“Paige?” Brendan asked, taking a step into her. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, leaning up and kissing him softly on the mouth. “I’m more than okay,” she said, sounding a little stunned.
The way she was looking at him made it difficult for him to breathe. He hadn’t even thought twice about putting the socks on her feet; he’d just wanted her to be warm. But the look on her face said that it had meant something to her. That he meant something to her. He wanted to put that look on her face as many times as humanly possible.
Brendan grabbed another blanket from his closet, wrapped it around his shoulders, and grabbed Paige’s hand. He pulled her to the French doors in his bedroom that led out onto the deck and down the stairs to a hammock. Sydney followed them from the place she’d been sleeping on Brendan’s bedroom floor.
Brendan let go of Paige’s hand and sat down on the hammock. He lay down and opened the blanket he’d wrapped around himself so that Paige could climb in. She did, adjusting her blanket so it covered both of them. Brendan wrapped his blanket and his arms around her as she settled into his chest.