He lifted a brow and grinned.
My heart skipped a beat at the sexy look he gave me.
Finished, I set my fork on the plate and glanced at his plate that was nearly empty. Excitement rippled along my spine. I wanted him to finish, wanted to move on to other things—mainly each other. It was a strange thing to desire someone so much that it physically hurt—but those were the emotions racing through me. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him again; to feel his hard body against me, his lips and sweet tongue driving me wild.
My gaze abruptly met his. I lifted my brows. “You look quite nice in that shirt…but I think I like you better without it.”
Wiping his mouth with a napkin that he then tossed aside, he pushed back his chair and stood slowly. Before I could blink, his shirt had gone the way of the napkin. “Better?” he asked, a dark brow raised as his gaze slid to my breasts.
I swallowed and even managed to nod.
He took the candles off the table, followed by the plates, then the glasses. I sat glued to my chair, expectation racing through me.
When everything had been removed, he leaned over the table, his strong arms braced on the thick maple. “Come here.”
I stood so fast the chair hit the floor with a thud. Rounding the table, I was before him in three strides. His hands moved up my thighs, past the hem of my dress. When he felt my naked skin, he smiled wickedly. “You have no panties on, Mandy,” he said, squeezing my ass, pulling me up against him and grinding his erection against my heated core. He slipped the dress all the way off.
My legs grew weak. I grasped the table, my head falling back on my shoulders. He kissed my throat, right where my pulse quickened, then made a slow path downward. No inch of flesh went untouched as he pleased me with his mouth and hands. I closed my eyes when he laved my navel and sighed when his hot breath stirred the soft curls at the juncture of my thighs.
“Sit on the table,” he said, his voice low, husky.
Oh my God…he was going down on me again?
Exhilaration coiled within me, centering in my very core.
Trembling, I did as he asked.
“Lay back and relax.”
To relax was impossible, but I lay back on the hard wood, and a second later my legs were over his shoulders, his mouth and tongue exploring along my tender flesh until he reached my hot center, teasing the tight nub at the core of my need. I watched him tease me with that glorious long tongue that disappeared inside my slit.
The need and craving intensified with each flick of his tongue and then it hit, like a thousand shards of light coursing through me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Damn, he was good.
Gripping the sides of the table, I cried out my release.
He kissed the inside of each thigh, his hands moving up my body.
Though my limbs felt heavy, I was still throbbing with need for him, wanting him buried deep inside me. “I want you, Brax.”
The intensity in his green eyes made my insides clench.
His erection strained the fabric of his jeans. Need coursed through me. As he unbuttoned them, his cock sprang free, huge and hard.
I would never forget his heavy-lidded expression for as long as I lived.
Flashing a grin, I slowly turned around and bent over the table.
A moan cut through the silence. An instant later, he was inside me. He moved slowly, his strokes long and fluid, and he went impossibly deep.
He pulled me closer, his fingers lightly digging into my hips. My stomach tightened as the familiar ache grew yet again—but still he didn’t quicken his pace. He seemed to sense I wanted release because he withdrew, just to the point where the head of his cock rested inside me.
I lifted my ass and arched my back.
Catching sight of us in the mirror that rested up against the wall in his living room, I watched as Brax made love to me. His head fell back against his shoulders, the cords of his neck straining as he thrust in and out.
The sight was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t look away. It seemed to heighten my desire.
My body quickened, and I could feel as well as see his need, his hips thrusting faster, his grip on my hips tightening.
His thumb grazed my clit, and I came instantly.
Catching my breath, I looked up and saw him watching us in the mirror.
I arched my back even more, but his hands held me firm.