No Reservations by Lauren Dane Page B

bil s, he cooked when she didn't want to and ate what she made when she did. Sometimes she liked to tie his hands behind his back with a belt and sometimes she liked to blindfold him, and mostly al the time she liked to leave him long, intricate lists of tasks and chores she wanted him to perform. And he did them, usual y half-hard and thinking about making love to her, because he wanted to. They didn't talk much about what this meant or how it worked. It just did.
    'Brandon -'
    'Shh.'
    She looked surprised, then that softness came over her again and she leant back against the bed to pul her T-shirt over her head. She offered herself to him, and he took her. He loved the sound she made when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and slid them down her thighs and past her ankles. She wore the tiny, pretty panties he'd bought her for Christmas, the ones she swore she wouldn't wear in his parents' house but had packed anyway.
    He kissed al the places he knew made her sigh and wriggle under his mouth. 'Baby, you smel so good.'
    'Day spa,' she whispered, arching as his mouth traced a path over her hip and across her bel y.
    She cried out softly when he kissed her clit through the lace, then again when he slid her panties down and put a ringer inside her. His cock tried valiantly to stir, but there was no way he could get hard enough to make love to her right now, and there was no way he was going to wait to make her come. He needed to feel and taste her orgasm now, within moments.
    'You taste good, too,' he murmured and licked her gently.
    Leah arched again, pressing herself against him. She was so wet already his finger slid in and out without resistance. He pressed gently at the knot of nerves just behind her pubic bone and she sank her fingers into his hair.
    'Oh, God, Brandon . . .'
    Yeah,' he said against her flesh as he licked and sucked, as he pul ed back to nibble at the inside of her thighs until she bucked her hips and demanded with her body he return to her core. 'I'm going to make you come al over me.'
    He smiled when she let out a familiar, sobbing gasp and she yanked his hair so hard he almost winced. Almost.
    Brandon slid his hand beneath Leah's ass to hold her to his mouth as he kissed her into climax. She rode his tongue and fingers without mercy until at last he felt the tight wal s of her pussy convulse around him. He eased off, then moved back in, stroking and sucking, paying close attention to the tensing and relaxation of her muscles. He could bring her off again in a minute, if he played this just right, and he intended to do it al just right.
    She cried out again, lower this time. Her clit pulsed as her pussy gripped his finger. Slick heat coated him and he buried himself in her scent and the feeling of her, as his cock stirred and thought about getting hard again.
    He eased off when she let out a smal noise of protest, then slid up her body to kiss her mouth. He gathered her close, aware that he was stil mostly clothed and she was mostly not. After a minute she pushed him off her and he thought she might get up to go to the bathroom, but instead she curled up in the curve of his arm. Silent, she kissed his ribs.
    Brandon ran a hand over her hair, waiting for her to speak. He had a lot to say, but he could wait. Leah's breathing slowed. Exhausted, he let his eyes slip shut.
    'I should be angry about you coming here,' she murmured final y, 'but I guess . . . you should be mad that I left.'
    I'm not mad you left,' he told her without opening his eyes. The bed dipped as she shifted. 'You're not?'
    I'm mad you left without tel ing me where you were going. Or why. Though I know why, Leah.' He felt her looking at him, but kept his eyes closed. God, he was tired. Brandon yawned until his jaw cracked.
    He felt her fingers running through his hair. That would put him out for sure. He knew he should right it so they could talk, but, after no sleep for a few days and last night with Dix on a bed that