I heard clapping start behind me and turned to see Emma, Luke, and Brandon all staring at me, clapping their hands and grinning.
Emma cocked her head, quirking her eyebrow at me as she asked, “Ludacris, Allie? Really?”
I shrugged and then let out a small squeak when Brandon moved suddenly and grabbed me up in his arms, his lips finding mine unerringly. I melted into his kiss, parting my lips immediately for his thrusting tongue. His hands roamed my back, finally coming to rest on the swell of my ass, squeezing me tight against him as he devoured my mouth. After a moment, we broke away, both breathing hard. He squeezed me one more time before sliding me down his body, making sure that I felt his hardness pressing into me along the way.
He didn’t release me once I was on my feet; instead, he spoke to Luke without taking his eyes off me.
“You got this, man?”
“Go,” Luke said, laughing.
I heard Emma giggle behind me, but I was a little preoccupied with the man towering over me who was steering me toward the front door of the shop. “Bye, Allie!” she called out. I could hear the smile in her voice as she finished, “Thank you for everything today! I’ll see you later for our girls night. Oh! And don’t forget, you promised to come with me to the florist on Tuesday!”
I didn’t get a chance to reply. Instead, I found myself out the door and sitting, belted securely, in the front seat of Brandon’s SUV. Without a word, he jumped in the driver’s side, fastened his own seatbelt, and pulled away from the shop.
As he drove, I let my eyes drink him in. He looked so sexy and almost dangerous with his dark hair, smoky eyes, and swirls of dark ink peeking out from the sleeves of his t-shirt and wrapping down around both arms.
I knew they were mostly tribal, like Luke’s, but he also had other designs interspersed into them. The designs crested over his shoulders and across the top of his back. He’s got a shit ton more of them, but I’ve never really taken the time to look at them. I’m going to have to remedy that rather quickly.
We pulled into my driveway in what seemed like a blink of an eye. Brandon was out and around to my side before I could do anything more than remove my seat belt, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the door. He paused long enough for me to pull out my keys so I could unlock the door (a little awkward with him holding me) and then we were inside.
I looked at him in confusion when he didn’t head immediately for the bedroom; instead, he went directly into the kitchen and sat me on my kitchen table, leaning down to fuse his mouth with mine in a deep, hot, wet kiss. Our tongues tangled and tasted, both of us nipping at each other’s lips, only parting when he grabbed the hem of my tank and pulled it up and off in one quick movement.
Once it was gone, he pressed against my shoulders until I was lying flat on the table, then he wrapped his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans, peeling them off my legs along with my panties until I was bare-assed on my kitchen table.
I leaned up on my elbows to see what he was doing and moaned as he spread my legs wide, his heated gaze taking in the glistening pink folds nestled there. Without letting go of my thighs, he hooked a foot around the leg of a chair and pulled it to him, settling himself onto it as he jerked me toward the edge of the table where he was seated.
I gasped and it turned into a long, drawn out moan as he leaned in and fastened his mouth over me, sucking and licking and twirling his tongue over every inch of my wetness. He ate at me like a starving man with a feast before him, his hands holding my thighs spread high and wide, every inch of my most private flesh open to his unwavering assault.