“I was in bed.”
“Sure.” His eyes were angry. “How was your early night?”
“It was fine.” I blushed and looked at Meg for support. It was so much easier to tell myself to not give a shit, but now he was here in front of me and all I wanted to do was kiss him and pull him down to the bed.
Meg spoke up. “You don’t own her. “You can’t just barge in here and question her.”
“Why? Because only lawyers can question?” He looked back at Meg with a sarcastic face. “Or can unemployed lawyers still question?”
“I—oh, you are so rude.” Meg glared at him and then at me before striding out of the room. “Thanks for telling him my business.”
“I didn’t!” I called after her and frowned. “How did you know Meg lost her job?” I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Brandon, who was staring down at me. His nostrils were flaring as he studied my face.
“Where were you last night?” He sat on the bed next to me, pulled the sheets down, and surveyed my body.
“What are you doing?” I pulled the sheets back up.
“I was checking to see if you were wearing any clothes.”
“How dare you!” I pushed his chest to get him off of the bed, but he didn’t move.
“Oh, I dare all right.” He glared at me and his fingers played with my hair. “Your hair looks like you’ve been through a washing machine. Rough night?”
“My night was fine.”
“Your lips don’t look battered.” His fingers traced along my lips and he smiled. “You didn’t f**k anyone last night.”
“What are you talking about?” I glared at him again.
“Nothing.” His eyes glittered at me. “It’s nothing I can’t fix.”
“What are you fixing?”
“I missed you last night.” He changed the subject. “I wanted to see you.”
“Well, I was busy.”
“You’re never too busy for me.”
“Sorry, but that’s not true.” I turned away from him. “Why are you here, Brandon?”
“Because I want to make love to you.” His fingers gripped my face and turned it toward him so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. “My body is craving your touch. My mouth is craving your taste. My fingers and my dick are craving your pu**y.”
“You’re so crude,” I mumbled in a daze against his lips. I felt myself growing wet at his words and hated myself for being so intensely attracted to this man.
“I’m not going to make love to you now.” His lips pressed against mine and my body melted into him automatically. “I’m not going to suck on your ni**les as if they were little candies made for my mouth. I’m not going to eat you like you were a Sunday dinner and I’m not going to take you on a roller coaster ride.” He grinned as his fingers played with my hair and I breathed heavily against his lips. “I’m not going to do any of that right now.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t say anything else. His tongue plunged into my mouth and my fingers found his hair as we kissed. We kissed each other eagerly and hungrily, our lips dancing a mambo as our tongues waltzed. He tasted sweet as always, and my fingers ran across the stubble of his face lightly. I moaned as we kissed and I thought about the stubble tickling me in my private place. I wanted him badly. My body couldn’t resist his touch.
“Now, now, Katie.” He pulled away from me slightly as my fingers worked their way to the front of his pants. “I told you, there will be no sex right now. But tonight, my dear… Tonight is a different story.”
“What’s going on tonight?” I gazed into his eyes and a little whimper escaped as he cupped my breast.
“Tonight, I’m taking you on a little adventure.”
“What adventure?”
“It’s a surprise.” He grinned at me.
“I’m not going.” I shook my head. “We need to talk.”
“We can talk, but tonight we will have some fun as well.” He grinned at me. “Wear a dress or a short skirt.”
“Why?” My heart was beating fast now.
“You’ll see.” His eyes glittered and he leaned in to kiss me again.
“That’s not fair.” I shook my head. “You can’t just come here and demand I go out with you tonight when you won’t tell me where and you won’t give me any other information.”
“I’ll tell you two things.” He grinned at me wickedly. “If you do one thing for me?”
“What’s that?”
“Ride me,” he mumbled against my lips, and I frowned.
“I thought you said no sex.”
“I don’t want you to ride my cock,” he laughed as he squeezed my br**sts.
“I don’t get it then,” I moaned and pushed myself into his hands.
“I want you to ride my face.”
“What?” My eyes widened.
“I know you like the stubble.” He grinned at me wickedly. “And my tongue. I need to taste you before I leave.”
“But what about you?” I whispered, feeling excited.
“I’ll come tonight.” He laughed and his eyes hardened slightly. “Tonight, you will ride me again. But that time, it will be my c**k and I will have the best orgasm of my life.”
“I guess.” I shivered slightly. “I’m not agreeing to anything until you tell me what you have to say.”
“I told you that Matt and Maria are brother and sister, right?”
“Uh huh.” I sat up straight and stared at him intently. Was I finally going to get the information I always wanted?
“Their dad, Will, used to work for me. He was a private investigator for my dad’s company, and that’s how I met him. He was a good guy. He helped me in a lot of ways before I met you and after I met you. He had a heart attack a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he sighed. “He left me a note asking me to take care of his daughter, Maria, and to continue supporting his business, which his son, Matt, took over.”
“Oh,” I frowned. “I thought Matt was a journalist.”
“He is a journalist.” Brandon sighed. “But he grew up in the family business, so he was able to be a private investigator as well.”
“Oh.” I was still confused. I didn’t really understand how any of it added up.