"Carina," I spoke softly," whatever it is, you can tell me." The pain in her eyes caught me off guard.
"I know," she said and fell back against the bed.
"Then why won't you..." My words trailed off, confused by her answer.
"Because it's not your baggage to carry."
"What if I want to?"
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nbsp; "You don't. Trust me." She stared at the ceiling.
"How do you know what I want?" I asked, lying down beside her.
"No one in their right mind would want anything to do with that." It was frustrating not knowing what that was.
"Yeah, well, no one in their right mind would try to tell me what I wanted." I sat up and looked down at her. She frowned and shifted her gaze to me.
"Really?" Carina lifted herself to her elbows, her face mere inches from mine. "What exactly do you want, Brandon King?"
"Woman, you already know the answer to that question." I pulled her face to mine and did something I'd been dreaming about for seventeen days. My intentions went far beyond kissing. I wanted to inhale her. To make her part of my soul.
CHAPTER SIX
Carina
Brando pushed me back so he was lying on top of me, positioning himself between my parted legs. His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt and danced lightly along the curve of my hips and over my stomach. I reveled in the tenderness of his kiss. The softness of his touch. The heat in his eyes. I didn't want to shut him out. In fact, I wanted nothing more than to let him in. To lean on him and rely on his strength to get me through. His dark eyes were full of awe every time he looked at me, as if I were something to be treasured. I didn't deserve that. Inside I was trash and one day he would see it, too.
"Your skin smells like strawberries." He ran his nose along the curve of my jaw as he inhaled. "Carina"—Brando brushed his lips over mine—"will you let me have you?" he asked, then plunged his tongue into my mouth as he cradled the back of my head in his palm.
No man had ever kissed me the way Brando did. To be tenderly devoured. I knew it wasn't fair to keep giving my body to him while withholding the rest of myself. He wanted to know so much more about me. I didn't know whether I was doing the right thing. I just knew I felt better when I was with him. I saw the look on that girl Rosie's face. She wasn't wrong for having an eye on him. I just wish it hadn't bothered me as much as it did. A strong sense of possessiveness ran through me, and it made me desperate for him. For the moment, he was mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looped my arms around his neck. My answer to his request was obvious. The kiss intensified with each glide of our tongues and every moan of pleasure.
My T-shirt was up and over my head then tossed to the floor. I reached for Brando's shirt and helped him tug it off. His warm, bare chest rubbed against mine as he pressed kisses along my neck and across my collarbone. We lay there, our bare chests touching, as I slid my hands up his back and over his shoulder blades. Nothing else in the world existed for me except the way his skin felt beneath my palms, the smell of his hair and the sweet taste of his tongue. When his hand slipped down my lower belly and into my panties, I thought I would lose it for sure.
"Ah." I gasped softly as his fingers found my wetness and touched my most sensitive place. I panted with each gentle stroke, digging my heels into the soft mattress. He entered me with his middle finger, and I moaned in his ear. As his thumb rubbed against my clit, I arched my pelvis toward him. It felt so good. So right. As if he understood my body.
"God, Carina." Brando groaned against my neck, his voice sounding strained. "I love the way your body comes alive when I touch you. I want you so much." He lowered his face to my breasts and pulled one of my nipples between his teeth. I gasped as he sucked hard on each tight peak. Pleasure radiated through my body and gathered between my legs. Even through his jeans he felt hard as a rock as he rubbed himself against my inner thigh. I had been fantasizing about him for so long and reliving our first night together. I never dreamed that the second time could be so much hotter.
"Brandon," I whispered. His full name sounded so much more natural in the moment. My fingers caressed the back of his head, my hips desperately following the movement of his hand. I was so close to coming that I didn't know how much longer I could control myself. "Please. I need..." I begged.
Brando lifted his head and looked at my face. "Shit." He removed his hand from my panties. "Don't you dare come without me." Then suddenly he was gone.
I lay there alone, topless and writhing in the agony of unspent pleasure as Brando hurried around the room, searching through discarded clothes on the floor, and swearing under his breath the whole time. Just when I thought I might have to finish myself off, he was back. He had already removed his jeans and was standing in front of me, naked in all his glory and rolling a condom over the length of his rock-hard erection. I'd just finished kicking off my panties when he positioned himself between my parted thighs.
"You're so beautiful, Carina. So perfect," he whispered, then covered my mouth with his. My fingers skimmed the hardness of his chest, down the taut ridges of his abs, then followed the soft trail of hair that began at his lower stomach. He hissed when the back of my hand brushed the tip of his hardness. I wanted him so badly that it felt like my insides would explode if I didn't find release soon.
"Brandon, please," I whimpered, the need in my voice clear, "I want you inside me."
"Yes, baby." He lined himself up with my opening and slowly slid inside.
"Ahh." We sighed in unison, overcome with the pleasure of being connected.
My head rolled back as I spread myself wide, wanting him to reach the deepest part of me. When he hit the spot where I needed him most, my cry was so guttural that it didn't sound like me.
"Brandon." I gasped, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. Suddenly he went still.
"Ah, fuck," he groaned softly. "Carina, you feel so..." His lids were heavy with passion, his eyes ablaze with raw desire. Slowly, he moved back and forth. "I wanted this to be longer, but you feel...so...good...baby...fuck...I can't hold it."