Page 135 of Legally Mine

I grinned. "On the nose."

The waiter took our orders with a curt nod, then left us with our drinks.

"Is it wrong that I want to just play it by ear?" I asked. "I've already done the backpacking thing around Europe. I was really looking forward to just relaxing. Maybe just take some day trips around the area. What about you?"

Brandon nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. Mark told me we should definitely drive down to the Pyrenees if you're up for some hiking."

We continued to muse about various local places we could go while our food came and went, deciding in the end it would be best to rent a car for the next two weeks to do what we wanted. By the end of the meal, I had a list of possibilities sketched out on a napkin, and Brandon's face was alight with excitement. We were both giddy with wine and the thrill of being alone together––and more than ready to get back to the house.

"Two weeks," he said again as we walked up one of the steep cobbled streets together toward Mark's villa. His arm was wrapped tightly around my shoulders. "I can't believe I get two whole weeks alone with my girl. Seriously, Red, I don't think I've taken a vacation in ten years."

My arm, wrapped around his trim waist, just grasped a little tighter at his shirt, a white button-down rolled up at the sleeves. He had looked almost as delicious as my food all night, and the wine had me ready to eat him for dessert.

Brandon inhaled at the sensitive spot just behind my ear. The tip of his tongue touched the delicate skin, and I shivered.

"Come here," he said, and pulled me into a dark corner of the street. His mouth found mine easily as he pressed me into the dark space, one hand cupping my jaw as the other drifted down to my ass under my short skirt.

"Fuck," he breathed between the torrent of kisses. His hips rocked into me, and I could feel his arousal clearly through his jeans. "I need you naked. Like, yesterday."

"More," I demanded, my hands threading through his hair and pulling his mouth back to mine.

He obliged, kissing me again until we were breathless. Both his hands found their way up my skirt, gripping the flesh while he grunted. I was about two seconds from letting him take me right there in the middle of the street. It was always like this, no matter where we were.

Then I heard a click. It was low, and it might have just been the buzz of a streetlamp going out, or maybe the sound of a door shutting, or one of the myriad sounds you hear on a city street. But for some reason, it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Stop," I said, although Brandon was oblivious as he worked his mouth up and down my neck.

"Hmm?" he asked. "Jesus. How do you smell so fucking good?"

"Brandon, stop," I said, as I tapped him on the shoulder. I couldn't have said why, exactly, but I wanted to get out of the street.

With a groan, he pushed himself off the wall, then reached down with one hand to adjust himself subtly. He stared, eyes clearly dilated with lust.

"You have no idea how alluring you look right now," he said. "With your hair all curly, and your shirt half off your shoulder." He grinned, shark-like. "And knowing I did that makes it even more of a turn on."

The look of naked desire on his face was almost enough to make me pull him back to continue his work. But.

"Let's get inside," I said, not wanting to ruin his mood with my suspicions.

Brandon grinned again. "You don't have to tell me twice," he said, and pulled me the rest of the way up the street, where he could continue his work in private.

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