Page 122 of Legally Mine

He looked down with a devilish grin, then slyly picked the book off my lap and tossed it onto the chair across from me. I followed the book, then watched as he unbuckled my seatbelt as well. I couldn't stifle my smile, but I tried to give him my best "I told you so" look.

"You're not really fighting that reputation right now," I said as his hand slipped inside my shirt and floated over my breasts, causing my nipples to stand erect through the loose fabric.

"I wasn't arguing with it, Red," Brandon said as he leaned down to nuzzle my neck. "Why don't I show you just how distracting I can be?"

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The rest of the plane ride to Boston was basically extended foreplay, and we landed on the small runway at Logan panting like a pair of horny teenagers. Instead of going our separate ways, Brandon ended up taking me home in the back of his Mercedes and walking me up to my apartment, which took about twice as long as it should have because we kept stopping on the stairs to make out.

"I feel like I've barely been alone with you all weekend," he murmured into my neck while he ground his hips into mine beside my door.

"It's not like we didn't...you know...most of the weekend," I said, although the twist of his tongue at my neck made me lose my breath.

Brandon laughed, low and sexy, against my shoulder. He pulled back with a grin, then gave me another thorough kiss.

"You're funny," he said against my lips. "I'm the uptight New Englander, but you're the one who can't bring yourself to say that we fucked whenever we could."

I opened my mouth with a comeback, but was captured again with a kiss that took my breath away.

"I just want to be able to take my time about it again," Brandon said when he finally released me.

His hands reached down to my ass and lifted, and I moaned when his hips ground me against the wall so that my feet no longer touched the ground. His fingers tickled my most sensitive spot though the fabric of my capris. I moaned.

"What do you say?" he rumbled. "Can you come by tonight? I don't want to wait until tomorrow."

Brandon kissed me again before I could respond, and this time, I wrapped him equally up in me, grabbing greedily at the hair at the nape of his neck and biting lightly on his lower lip while my legs wound around his waist and squeezed. It didn't matter that we had just spent an entire long weekend together. I needed him just as badly.

"Tonight?" he asked again as his fingers played with my waistband, sliding under it, then back out with a regretful grunt.

"Tonight," I concurred against his soft lips.

He dropped me to the floor and adjusted the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Tonight," he repeated with a rakish grin, and left.

With a smile still on my face, I walked into the apartment. It was wiped completely away when I found Eric on the couch, completely naked and panting loudly.

"Oh! Christ!" I yelped, whirling around even as I shielded my eyes like I'd been blinded. I basically was. I'd never get the view of my roommate's jerking hips out of my head. "I so did not need to see your ass this early in the morning, Eric!"

"Shit!"

Behind me, I heard the telltale scrambling of limbs and shuffling of blankets and random items of clothing.

"Fuck! Where the fuck are my glasses?"

"I don't know! You're the one who threw them across the room before you pounced on me."

"Jesus, you really are only good for one thing, aren't you?"

The familiar back-and-forth had me standing ramrod straight, although I kept my face pointed firmly at the closed door, my hands plastered over my eyes.

"Jane?" I asked.

Behind me, Eric chuckled, and there was a long, loud sigh.

"Yeah, it's me," said my best friend. "You can turn around now. No more of Ken Doll's skinny ass to see."

"Ken Doll?" Eric asked. "Seriously? He's basically a eunuch."