Pursuit: Brandon & Carly (Mafia Ties Book 4) by Fiona Davenport Page B

been seared into my brain from the moment his lips crashed down on mine. Or more likely, from when I saw him for the first time. Brandon DeLuca was a man most women would find impossible to forget. At six-foot-three with an athletic, muscular frame, he made me feel downright tiny next to him. His dark, tousled hair made my fingers twitch with the need to touch. The thick, long lashes, surrounding brown eyes so dark they almost looked black, evoked a ridiculous amount of envy.
    I’d mentally undressed every inch of his swarthy skin more times than I could count. But, I hadn’t taken it any further. It was the worst possible timing for me to be attracted to anyone, let alone a DeLuca. Even though I’d caught a hint of attraction in his eyes, he hadn’t acted on it either. Not until the night my already precarious position was blown to smithereens, and I’d had to run.
    I tried pushing him out of my mind, but he haunted my dreams every single night. There was no escape from him, probably because part of me wanted him near instead of hundreds of miles away. A very particular part of me, if the pulsing sensation in my pussy was any indication.
    “Brandon,” I moaned.
    My hand slid across the rumpled sheets and slipped into my pink panties to ease the need my dream had caused, yet again. Only this time, I didn’t even make it to my clit before fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist and stopped my progress. The tiny bite of pain made my eyes pop open, and I found myself staring straight into the chocolate brown orbs I’d just been dreaming about.
    “Fuck!” I gasped, pushing up with my free hand until I was on my knees.
    “Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me,” Brandon drawled.
    To me, too, but I wasn’t about to admit to it. “How in the hell did you get in here?” I asked, yanking on my hand in an attempt to get him to release it.
    He didn’t let go, his hold tightening until I stopped. My chest heaved, drawing his attention to my tits. My nipples beaded under his gaze, poking against the thin shirt I’d worn to bed. Brandon froze, staring with such intensity. I gripped the sheet in my free hand and pulled it up to my chest.
    “Your hands are going to get you into all sorts of trouble tonight, kitten.”
    “Kitten?” I sputtered in indignation, even though hearing Brandon call me a cute nickname made my heart melt a little. “Trouble?”
    “You hiss and claw at me like an angry kitten would,” he explained, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “And I caught your hand touching what I consider to be mine, only to be followed up by you using the other one to cover up more of what’s mine.”
    “If I want to touch myself,” I purred, dropping the sheet to trail my hand down my body. “I damn well will.”
    “The fuck you will,” he roared.
    The crazy bastard grabbed my wrist and yanked it above my head as he shoved me onto my back. He lifted my other arm, crossing them together to hold them down with one hand. I tried to buck him off me, but his heavy body pinned me to the bed.
    “Brandon,” I growled.
    “That’s right. Brandon,” he bit out. “I’m the one you come to if you want an orgasm.”
    “What?” I shook my head, certain I wasn’t hearing him right. “Why in the world would I do that? The last time I saw you, you accused me of double-crossing the DeLucas.”
    “Yeah, I acted like an asshat,” he admitted. “But I figure I’ve already paid for my mistake since you shot me.”
    “Shit,” I muttered. “I did you a favor, shooting you the way I did. My brother had you in his sights, and if I hadn’t acted, he would have aimed for your head. It’s what our father taught us to do. At least I went for your leg.”
    “It’s a lucky thing for both of us you didn’t hit anything vital.” He ground his hips into mine, and I felt the heat of his hard length as it slid against my panties. “Then again, I’d just have to figure out other ways to keep you satisfied if you