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NAOMI
“What the fuck wasn’t exactly what I was aiming for.” Brandon tilts his head.
“It’s beautiful.” So beautiful, I can’t stop staring at the room, at the candles, the rose petals, the champagne. It’s like something out of a romance novel, and I’m not sure how to process it.
Bed and silk sheets.
He promised and delivered.
Like always.
“We don’t have to do anything.” He moves towards the champagne, pouring us each a glass. “Your choice.”
He hands it to me, and I take a sip to steady myself. The bubbles dance on my tongue, crisp and effervescent.
“Brandon…”
“Yes, cupcake?” The black of his pupils almost swallows the blue of his eyes.
I set my glass down, my hands shaking slightly. “I want you.”
“You have me.”
“No, I…” I rest my hands on his chest, his heart pounding beneath my palm, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. “I want you. All of you. Right now.”
He sets his glass down, his hands coming to my waist. “Are you sure?”
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I’ve never wanted a man more than I want Brandon right now. It’s a visceral need, a hunger that has nothing to do with food and everything to do with the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he makes me feel.
“I not only want you. I need you,” I say.
“Mhmm.” His lips pause just shy of mine, tension crackling in the space he refuses to close. “Tell me exactly what you want, Naomi.”
My name on his lips sends a jolt to my core. “You know.”
“Do I? Pretty sure you’ve never told me.”
“I shouldn’t have to.”
“Maybe I like hearing you say it.” He shows off his dimples. “Maybe I need to hear it.”
“Your ego not big enough?”
“C’mon, cupcake.” His hand traces the edge of the dress on my upper thigh. “Tell me.”
“I want you to take control. I want you to make me feel good. I want…” I take a shuddering breath. “I want you to finally fuck me, Brandon. Happy?”
“Fuck…” His eyes flash. “A bit aggressive, but I’ll take it.”
“A bit aggressive? You’re the one who?—”
And then his mouth is on mine, hot and hard. He kisses me like he’s starving for it and wants to devour me whole. I melt into him, my body molding to his as he walks me backward toward the bed until my knees hit the edge.
“Who what?” Brandon murmurs against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “Made you admit what you’ve been wanting since college?”
I tilt my head back. “Since college is a far stretch.”