forward on the steering wheel for a moment and let out a slow exhale.
I fidget with my scarf for a few minutes, silently debating what to do, before getting out of the car and going to find Brandon. At one point last night, he gave me his cell phone number and his room number.
The inn is very small, only about a dozen rooms so it doesn’t take long to locate his room. The light is on and I can hear the TV muffled through the door. I take a deep breath and knock softly.
A moment later the door swings open. Brandon is standing there in jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt. His shock quickly melts into a smile. He looks so warm and I smile back. It’s all I can do to hold myself back from collapsing into his arms.
His smile falters slightly as he studies my face. “Cherry, what’s wrong?” he asks. Ushering me inside, he closes the door behind us. He reaches for me but stops himself and puts his hands in his pockets, looking unsure of what to do.
“It’s over, with James,” I say, almost in a daze. “He had a ring, Brandon, a ring! He wanted to marry me, but I said no.”
Brandon swears under his breath and pushes a hand through his hair.
“Do you love him?” he asks. There is something strange in his eyes.It takes me a moment to realize that it’s fear.
“No.” I shake my head. “I think I loved the idea of him, and I did care about him a lot, but no, I wasn’t in love with him.”
Brandon looks relieved. He holds out his hands and I take them, stepping closer to him.
“What did you tell him?” he asks.
“That I’m in love with someone else,” I say.
“Are you now? Anyone I know?” Brandon teases, trying to lighten the mood.
I can’t help but laugh. I roll my eyes and punch him lightly on the forearm. “You might know him. Against all odds, and probably my better judgment, I am in love with you.”
He smiles and closes the remaining distance between us. He cups my face in his hands. “And I’ve always been in love with you.”
His lips crash against mine. I’m lost in his arms as he envelopes me, pulling me into his solid chest. His lips are soft, but also intense and charged with heat. He parts my lips with his and his tongue melds to mine, sending flickers of heat throughout my body. I moan into the kiss as he circles the tip of my tongue with his and at the sound, he dives deeper. He his moves to the back of my head and he gently pulls at the roots of my hair to lean my head back. He makes a hot trail of kisses down my chin and onto my neck. He is towering over me and has to stoop down to get lower. Every flick of his tongue along my sensitive skin sends a trail of fire down my body, to my core.
My legs start to feel more unsteady as he continues moving down my neck. I cling to his muscular back for balance and support. My whole body feels like it’s alive, every fiber ignited, and ready for whatever will happen next. Brandon’s hands move down my curves slowly, and I commit the feeling to memory. His hands slowly sliding down the curves of my breast, my ribs, and sides, they come to a stop on my hips and he tugs me closer, my hips into him, and I can feel his arousal as he grinds up against me until we feel like puzzle pieces, nested together.
“Cherry, you’re so unbelievably gorgeous,” he whispers, dragging his lips back up my neck to run his tongue over my tender earlobe.
I sigh and lay my head back at the sensations dancing through my body. “Brandon, I want you.”
His eyes meet mine, his green eyes a dark emerald, illuminated with heat. With his eyes still locked on mine, he slides his hands from my hips and up my back. “I have to see you. All of you.”
His fingers find the zipper on the back of my dress, and I breathe in a sharp breath as he tugs the fastener down. Our eyes never break contact, searching each other as we listen to the sound of both of our ragged breathing. When the zipper reaches the bottom, the cool air in the room hits my bare back, now completely
I fidget with my scarf for a few minutes, silently debating what to do, before getting out of the car and going to find Brandon. At one point last night, he gave me his cell phone number and his room number.
The inn is very small, only about a dozen rooms so it doesn’t take long to locate his room. The light is on and I can hear the TV muffled through the door. I take a deep breath and knock softly.
A moment later the door swings open. Brandon is standing there in jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt. His shock quickly melts into a smile. He looks so warm and I smile back. It’s all I can do to hold myself back from collapsing into his arms.
His smile falters slightly as he studies my face. “Cherry, what’s wrong?” he asks. Ushering me inside, he closes the door behind us. He reaches for me but stops himself and puts his hands in his pockets, looking unsure of what to do.
“It’s over, with James,” I say, almost in a daze. “He had a ring, Brandon, a ring! He wanted to marry me, but I said no.”
Brandon swears under his breath and pushes a hand through his hair.
“Do you love him?” he asks. There is something strange in his eyes.It takes me a moment to realize that it’s fear.
“No.” I shake my head. “I think I loved the idea of him, and I did care about him a lot, but no, I wasn’t in love with him.”
Brandon looks relieved. He holds out his hands and I take them, stepping closer to him.
“What did you tell him?” he asks.
“That I’m in love with someone else,” I say.
“Are you now? Anyone I know?” Brandon teases, trying to lighten the mood.
I can’t help but laugh. I roll my eyes and punch him lightly on the forearm. “You might know him. Against all odds, and probably my better judgment, I am in love with you.”
He smiles and closes the remaining distance between us. He cups my face in his hands. “And I’ve always been in love with you.”
His lips crash against mine. I’m lost in his arms as he envelopes me, pulling me into his solid chest. His lips are soft, but also intense and charged with heat. He parts my lips with his and his tongue melds to mine, sending flickers of heat throughout my body. I moan into the kiss as he circles the tip of my tongue with his and at the sound, he dives deeper. He his moves to the back of my head and he gently pulls at the roots of my hair to lean my head back. He makes a hot trail of kisses down my chin and onto my neck. He is towering over me and has to stoop down to get lower. Every flick of his tongue along my sensitive skin sends a trail of fire down my body, to my core.
My legs start to feel more unsteady as he continues moving down my neck. I cling to his muscular back for balance and support. My whole body feels like it’s alive, every fiber ignited, and ready for whatever will happen next. Brandon’s hands move down my curves slowly, and I commit the feeling to memory. His hands slowly sliding down the curves of my breast, my ribs, and sides, they come to a stop on my hips and he tugs me closer, my hips into him, and I can feel his arousal as he grinds up against me until we feel like puzzle pieces, nested together.
“Cherry, you’re so unbelievably gorgeous,” he whispers, dragging his lips back up my neck to run his tongue over my tender earlobe.
I sigh and lay my head back at the sensations dancing through my body. “Brandon, I want you.”
His eyes meet mine, his green eyes a dark emerald, illuminated with heat. With his eyes still locked on mine, he slides his hands from my hips and up my back. “I have to see you. All of you.”
His fingers find the zipper on the back of my dress, and I breathe in a sharp breath as he tugs the fastener down. Our eyes never break contact, searching each other as we listen to the sound of both of our ragged breathing. When the zipper reaches the bottom, the cool air in the room hits my bare back, now completely
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