The Wrong Brother (a perfect for you novel Book 1) Page 8

  He twisted his hand, where she was forced to let go of her grip. But instead of stepping back, he linked hands with her. “What sort of thoughts?”

  She smiled wickedly, yet sadness filled a part of her soul. “The sort of thoughts I shouldn’t have had because I thought you were Mia’s boyfriend. Very naughty thoughts.”

  He squeezed her hand, leaning in close, almost a breath away. “I’m not her boyfriend. I’ve never been her boyfriend and never will be. You can have all the very naughty thoughts about me that you want. I’ve had plenty of you. It was a very, very long week of work.”

  “You have no idea.” Her words were like a kiss upon his lips, said so soft and low.

  He decided to make it a real kiss, picking up where they were before the intense conversation. He kissed her deeply, locking his lips to hers, even a crowbar couldn’t tear them apart. It’s as if they both wanted to be as close as possible. She let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, digging into his hair. His hand circled her waist, pulling her closer.

  She never wanted this to end. To think he was holding her in his arms like he never wanted to let her go. It seemed unreal. If it was a dream, it was better than any other one she had.

  She pulled away again. “What are we doing?”

  He crinkled his eyebrows in confusion as his hands strengthened their grip on her waist as if telling her with his touch what was going on. He was claiming her. Letting her know he would not let her get away. “I thought we established that. Scrooge, Christmas, dirty, sexy thoughts.” His frown deepened. “What’s the matter, Gabriella? If you want me to leave, I will. I would never force you to do something you didn’t want to.”

  She grabbed the front of his shirt, clutching the material as if he would vanish into thin air. “I went from regretting everything I did because I knew I lost my chance with you, to this. To you holding me in your arms, kissing me with a passion I never thought possible. I feel…this is unfamiliar territory. I don’t know how else to explain it. It doesn’t feel real.”

  He let go of her waist and covered her hands. “I’m real. I’m going to show you how real I am.” He peeled her hands from his shirt and swung her into his arms.

  She gasped, then giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to walk around this apartment until I find your bedroom. Unless you tell me where to go.”

  She had to force herself to keep a straight face. “What…no please and thank you?”

  His lips curled into a delicious smile. One that said sweet, sweet pleasure was soon to be had—as long as she quit messing around. Oh, she never ever wanted him to stop smiling. She couldn’t believe all the smiles he had been bestowing upon her.

  “Sweetheart, I’m going to have you begging me for some pleases and thank yous. But not if you don’t tell me where the bedroom is.”

  She chuckled, pressing her face into his chest. She had never begged a man in her life, but for Dane, she was already on the verge of begging him to do every naughty thought in his head. Because the gleam in his eyes said he had some very dirty thoughts going on.

  She inhaled a hint of cinnamon, something she had never smelled on him before. Not that she had gotten this close to even get a sense of what kind of cologne he might be wearing. Although she didn’t think it was cologne. Did men wear cinnamon smelling cologne? That just sounded odd. Now, she was officially losing her mind. Or perhaps her nerves were kicking in. Ha! Kicking in? They’d been full-blown since the moment she spied him through the peephole.

  This was nothing. They were about to get it on in the most blissful way. Something she had ached to do since the moment she walked into his office—what a hussy.

  She wondered if he even realized he called her sweetheart. She never was one of those women who needed pet names. Anytime Mia talked about her latest beau calling her something silly like baby, doll-cakes, or darling, she always laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. She wasn’t laughing now. She loved how the word rolled off his tongue like a sweet caress. How could she get him to say it again?

  “Are you debating whether to tell me? Because you’re making me nervous now. That’s not something I freely admit either,” he whispered near her ear.

  She lifted her head, a ridiculously happy smile on her face. “I lost my train of thought. You smell delicious. Like a tasty cinnamon roll. And I’m ready to eat you up.”

  The throaty chuckle that escaped his lips made her insides melt even more. God, she could listen to him laugh all day, every day. “I swear. You surprise me one minute, then manage to knock me off my feet the next.”

  He had no idea how his tender, thoughtful words he slipped out now and again were sweeping her off her feet with finesse.

  She tossed her head toward the hallway that led to the front door. “Lock the door first. Then take a left. My bedroom is at the end of the hallway. It’s not that big of an apartment.”

  “Are you security-minded all the time?” he asked with a smirk as he made his way to the front door with her in his arms.

  How silly was it that she didn’t want him to let her down? She liked the feeling of him holding her so close, his strength flowing through his veins and straight into hers. Each step he took gave her more courage, let her nervousness die away.

  What was there to be nervous about? It’s not like she’d never had sex before. She didn’t need a manual to tell her what part went where. And she’d been dying to get her hands on this man for a week. She had nothing to be nervous about.

  She flipped the locks herself as she cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you want Jaxson or Mia to walk right in, then I better lock the door. Those two never knock.”

  “And it’s a possibility they’ll come back?”

  She swore she heard a hint of disappointment. She couldn’t begrudge him for that because it would disappoint her as well because she didn’t want anything to interrupt what they were about to do. “They could. I’m not even sure why Mia stopped by before heading to your brother’s. Most likely, she knew I would talk her out of it and needed me to do that.”

  “You still haven’t explained why you would do anything for her.”

  She rested her head against his chest, not wanting to think about that. Definitely not a conversation she wanted to have right now. “I thought you wanted to know where the bedroom was.”

  He made no sound in response except to turn around and make his way to their destination. He closed her bedroom door with a swing of his foot and gently laid her on the bed.

  “I don’t like distractions. I have too much work to get done. You’ve been nothing but a distraction since you walked into my office.”

  His body hovered above hers. Not one inch of him touched her, and it was driving her insane. As if he was teasing her, already wanting her to beg for more. For the slightest touch from him.

  The words teetered on the edge of her lips to beg. She needed his touch.

  “Live a little, Dane.” She grabbed his shirt, yanking him down to her mouth. But she was never one to beg. She was one to take charge and get shit done.

  He didn’t resist, and honestly, if he would’ve, she would’ve had no choice but to show him her version of an ass-whooping. Oh, yeah, she’d love to smack his ass. Hard.

  Their lips tangoed fiercely as if all their pent-up emotions from the past week were finally coming to a head. He pressed firmly into her, his hard cock telling her how much he wanted her. Damn it, she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist to get as close as she could, refusing to release his mouth for even a tiny breath. Her delectable moan mingled with his low groan as his fingers brushed through her hair with a tantalizing caress. It was a mixture of fierceness and tenderness.

  “There’s too much between us,” he said with a raspy breath as he unhooked her legs from around him and stood up. He removed his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

  “You’re right.” She started removing her clothes, tossing them to
the floor as quickly as he did.

  She could feel the frenzy swimming in her veins, just as she could see it in his eyes. They wasted no time getting naked. She tried to wrap her lean body around his again when he climbed on to the bed, but he shook his head. How dare he not let her have her way. She whimpered and frowned. “Not nice, Mr. Holloway.”

  A sly grin formed. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Ms. Stileano.”

  If not for his grin, she would’ve sworn he was about to exact the revenge he declared he wouldn’t do.

  Then he ran a hand down the length of her, eliciting an electrifying shiver. “And I want to touch every inch of you with my lips first.”

  Oh, dear, he was exacting revenge, alright, and sweet, sweet torture.

  “I can’t wait for that. I want more now.”

  He pressed a few kisses along her collarbone. “It’s too bad you didn’t say ‘please.’ Manners, Ms. Stileano, you can’t forget your manners.”

  She sighed in pleasure as his mouth continued a path to her breasts, taking his time as he went. Yep. He was out to torture her with his soft lips. They didn’t miss a spot on her skin. His mouth clamped down on her tight nipple, swirling his tongue with lavish delight. Another moan escaped as she ran her hands through his hair. A grin appeared when a low growl echoed from his lips at her touch. It was good to know her touch made him as mad as his touch did to her.

  And his touch was maddening. He didn’t simply take his time, he slowed down as if time stopped. The seconds ticking by as if long minutes. He took turns going from one breast to the other, several times before continuing his trail down her stomach. She dug her fingers deeper into his hair when his hot breath hit her aching desire. His tongue dove in without restraint, making her lift off the bed like a shooting rocket.

  “Dane, I want you,” she whispered breathlessly.

  He continued to ignore her as he licked, swirled, and devoured her with abandoned pleasure. She wanted to lift his head, move his mouth up to hers, and have him plunge deep inside. Yet, she couldn’t seem to make her hands move. Her body moved restlessly beneath him as he refused to stop his torturous assault.

  “Did you hear me? Dane…” she murmured in between her tiny moans of pleasure.

  She could feel the pinpricks of bliss wanting to escape. She was so close, yet not quite there. His tongue continued to move, making her yearn for more. Much, much more. Then, like a firecracker shooting straight to the sky, ecstasy burst through, making her cry out with satisfaction.

  She waited for her body to come down from the high, the feeling of relaxation covering every corner of her body. Her eyes closed with joy. That had been better than she ever had. Not that she had dated many guys who wanted to go down on her. But damn, if Dane wanted to ignore her pleas to do that again, who was she to argue?

  She felt tiny kisses on her thighs, hovering near the spot he just claimed.

  “Dane, what are you doing?”

  Of course, she wouldn’t mind his sweet, tortuous kisses again, but not so soon. She wanted him deep inside her. That’s what she wanted.

  He still ignored her, his kisses raining all of her body. He made it very difficult to concentrate. Every time his soft lips touched her skin, her body begged for another one. And another one. And another one.

  Until it hit her.

  He was giving her payback for all the times she made him wait until she heard the magic words.

  “Dane, please. Inside me. Now.”

  She couldn’t resist being a little demanding while at the same time giving him what he desired.

  She watched as his head lifted with a mischievous smile. “It took you long enough. Although I could kiss you all night.”

  “Who knew the word please was so magical?”

  “I never did.” He moved over her body, resting his forearm next to her head as he swiped a lock of hair back. “I don’t have any condoms on me. I’m hoping you have some. I want you so badly, the scenarios in my head are scaring me. The last thing I expected when I came here was this.”

  “Scenarios?” she asked with a giggle.

  He returned a wondrous laugh of his own. “Oh, they range from knocking on every door on this floor to bribing the doorman to run to the store. Trust me, those are the tamer ones.”

  As much as she’d love to see Dane ask Mrs. Stenson if she had any condoms—since she always knocked on her door for things, not that sugar compared to condoms—she decided she’d put Dane out of his misery. And her own. She wanted him just as badly.

  “Bathroom. Underneath the sink.” She didn’t move from her spot as he hopped off the bed and opened the bedroom door. “Hurry up.”

  In the brief seconds he was gone, her mind went from one thought to another.

  What was she doing?

  How long did it take to grab condoms from underneath her sink? They weren’t hiding in the back. Or were they? No, they were right next to her tampons in the front. She kept things very organized in her bathroom. Like she did everywhere else.

  Should she be doing this? She barely knew him.

  What was taking him so long? She couldn’t wait to get him deep inside her, sending more delicious tingles down her spine.

  Round and round her mind spiraled in the seconds he was gone. She couldn’t help herself. Part of her thought she should wait and get to know him more. Why didn’t he seem to like his brother? Why was he willing to forgive her when he said he never forgave liars? Was he now lying to her? Exacting revenge in the worst kind of way? Would he be that cruel? She never meant to hurt him.

  Part of her thought, who cares. She’d been dying to get her hands on him since the first penetrating look in his eyes. She’d deal with the consequences after the fact.

  He walked back into the bedroom, swinging the door closed again. The look of anticipation and excitement in his eyes had her worries disappearing for the moment.

  He tossed one condom package on her nightstand as he rolled one onto his thick, hard cock. A seductive, slow smile emerged as he crawled back onto the bed. That wasn’t the look of someone trying to get revenge.

  “We’re going to need to make a pharmacy run. Or bribe the doorman. Or knock on a few neighbors’ doors. That’s all the condoms you have,” he said, positioning himself over her.

  She giggled, enjoying the picture of him knocking on anyone’s door asking for a condom. Then she glanced at her nightstand, where the other condom package sat waiting to be used. “Oh, we’re using two condoms tonight...and more. So ambitious of you.”

  He pressed forward, slowly entering her. “When it comes to you, Gabriella, I imagine one time will never be enough. You know how ambitious I am. There’s no stopping me.”

  She gasped. A mixture from his words and feeling her body stretch to his hard length. She never felt such yearning for a man. He barely entered her, and she never wanted him to leave. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he fully penetrated her. He couldn’t leave her now.

  “Hold on, sweetheart. I’ve been wanting this all week. I’m going to take you fast and hard,” he whispered into her ear as he started to thrust into her.

  Yes. Oh, yes. Hard and fast was what she wanted, too.

  She squeezed her legs tighter, loving the way the endearment left his mouth. She absolutely loved it when he called her that, and the way her name rolled off his tongue. She would embrace his sweetness for as long as he was willing to give it. Because she imagined he didn’t give it often.

  She clung to him as he thrust deeply, letting loose. He didn’t hold back. He meant it when he said fast and hard. His muscles were strained, pumping, exerting himself as he was, yet he looked relaxed for once. As if he was letting down barriers he kept tightly around him. And why? Why did he push himself so hard at work? Why did he never let himself have a break?

  She tried to keep up with his pace, wanting him to let loose as much as he could. He needed this. She imagined he never let himself go in such a manner. How could he when he worked so damn much?<
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  A moment of panic entered her mind. How much would she have to contend with when it came to his job? Would she have to fight his job to get any affection from him? She thought it was a high possibility. But as he continued to pound into her over and over again, a wicked smile stretched across his face, she knew he would be worth the fight. She would make him take a break. She would make him smell the fresh air.

  She could feel another beautiful orgasm making its way through her body. She didn’t want to ruin the moment by coming first, but she had no way to stop it. With the way he moved so freely inside of her, she couldn’t hold back. She gave way to the joy, moaning his name, the neighbors down the hallway had to have heard.

  “Oh, Gabriella,” he whispered roughly as he thrust a few more times and followed her into glorious bliss.

  She didn’t relax her legs around his waist even after she felt his heavy weight pressed on her. His hot breath tickled her neck, waiting for his breathing to slow down. She didn’t want him to leave her side. It was suddenly such an irrational fear. She never felt such pleasure, so close to another man. She didn’t want to lose this. The minute he pulled away, she would never get it back again. She had no idea why she feared it, but she did.

  He lifted his head, kissing her lips. “Did I tell you how beautiful you are? I thought so since the first time I met you.”

  She loved hearing that, but she was never good with compliments. They always made her uncomfortable, unsure of how to respond. Instead of responding with words, she brushed her hands through his hair, enjoying the softness. He enjoyed it if his low groan was any indication.

  “I should get rid of this condom.” He tried to extract himself, but she refused to move her legs.

  Maybe she should’ve said something to his sweet comment. It’s not like a guy never said she was beautiful before.

  But it was the first time she believed it. How did one respond to that? A simple thank you didn’t seem enough. Not to mention awkward. Did she say he was handsome back? He was, but that also felt awkward.

  “Gabriella, can I get up?”

  “You don’t like where you are?” she asked with a teasing grin. But the panic was setting in. He wanted to pull away from her already. She should’ve responded to his comment.