Caught by Brandy Walker

hoped this was going to the place he thought it might.
 
 
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Warm sunlight coming through her bedroom window pulled Laurel from the best night’s sleep she’d had to date. Stretching her limbs, it wasn’t until she tried to roll onto her back that she realized she wasn’t alone in bed. The arm around her waist tightened and she became fully aware of the erection pressing against her ass.
    Oh no! What did I do? Taking a peek over her shoulder, she wasn’t quite sure how to react. Quin Ferris was in bed with her. She wiggled a little and from the feel of things, neither of them was naked.
    The night before rushed back to her. They had stayed up late into the evening eating pizza, drinking wine, talking and working on the book. When they finished with everything, she decided there was no way she was letting him drive home, not even when he said he was fine. No drinking and driving on her watch!
    Since she insisted he stay, he insisted they share her queen-sized bed, stating he would never fit on the couch. Inside, she’d done a little dance at the hope that he had changed his mind from earlier about not having sex. Stripping down to her tank top and panties, she climbed in bed followed by Quin wearing only his boxers but, once their heads hit the pillows, they were both out like a light.
    The hand snaking its way up to her breast pulled her from her musings.
    “Morning honey. That’s some awfully loud thinking you’ve got going on.” Quin placed a kiss on her shoulder the same moment his nimble fingers grasped her tightening nipple. He plucked and pulled, alternating between breasts, before pulling a moan from her core.
    “Hmm…not thinking anymore.”
    “Good. That was the idea.”
    More kisses landed on her exposed shoulder before he worked his wicked mouth up her neck. Rolling slightly she met his lips with her own and, like the night before, he was gentle, slowly increasing the pressure while bringing up her temperature.
    “So, about that no sex thing,” he rumbled against her lips.
    “Yeah?” It was the only coherent thing she could come up with just then. Lust and need were spiraling through her preventing any other thoughts.
    “I’d like to change my mind.”
    “Thank goodness!” When she went to roll onto her side, he quickly maneuvered her to the middle of the bed and underneath him, centering his erection on the mound between her open thighs. He pushed up her tank top, not waiting for it to be off completely before latching onto her breast. Licking and sucking her nipple to a hard point while his fingers plucked at the other. He bit down, sending pain and pleasure on a one-way path straight to her sex. She tilted her hips to grind her clit against the hard ridge of his penis. It was enough to fuel the fire burning inside but not enough to make her come.
    “Damn honey, you feel good beneath me.”
    “I think it would be even better if we got rid of the rest of our clothes?”
    Quin grinned up at her. “Sounds like a great idea.”
    Instead of letting her up, he shimmied down her body, kissing her ribs along the way to the spot just above her neatly trimmed pussy.
    “I’d like a snack first.”
    A snack? He was hungry? Her thoughts were quickly washed away in a flood of sensation. Quin’s mouth settled on her pussy, the thin piece of cotton blocking him from her delicate skin. He didn’t seem to mind, though, when he ran his tongue the length of her pussy, pushing the material into her folds. A low hum of approval vibrated from him when arousal spilled from within, dampening the cloth even more.
    “How much do you like these panties?”
    Her mind was too numb with pleasure; surely she couldn’t have heard him correctly.
    Before she could say anything to the contrary, he snapped the thin elastic band on one side followed by the other. “Never mind, I’ll get you new ones if they were your favorite.”
    Pushing his nose into her mound he took a deep breath.