His arms tightened around her slender hips and waistline. “If you keep making these delicious dance moves against me, we may not make it anywhere else but back to my place.”
“You know that’s what I’m aching for.”
“Naah, C will kill me if I don’t show. He knows I’ve been a wreck lately.”
“Not anymore.”
He nibbled her earlobe. “No, not anymore. I do want to show you off; make all those ladies jealous.”
“Screw them for now. Move closer me, make me beg for you. You know I like torture.”
His lips met hers once again, not letting go until after the music had stopped.
They pulled up to his house around one in the morning; Tim put the truck in park and leaned into Brandi, taking her hand. “I hope you had a good time tonight.”
“I did. Your friends are really cool, especially Big C.”
“Casey told me to deliver you a message once we were away from the bowling alley.”
“What’s that?”
“He told me to tell you that you were hot. I licked my lips and told him I knew that already.”
“You were on fire tonight yourself. You really slammed that ball down the lane. It was like you owned the joint; you were so fast and smooth. The pins just burst into the air after you rolled. You won all three games against everyone.”
“Were you impressed?”
“Extremely, but it made my lousy forty-five points look ridiculous.”
“That’s okay. You looked really hot rolling those gutter balls, baby.”
“You’re about to get hot as well, the minute we step through that door, Dr. Polaris. Don’t tell Big C that—it’s our little secret.”
“I won’t tell. Casey’s a cool dude; gotten me out of a lot of jams.”
“Got you out of a lot of jams, did he? That Donielle would love to get into a jam with you, as would a lot of women. Stay away from her.”
“She saw how I kissed you at midnight, and knows she hasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell with me.”
“Speaking of kisses, why don’t we go inside and finish saluting the New Year.”
“Best damn plan I’ve heard all night. You know, the last time I touched you the way I’m going to tonight was last summer after we left The Entrapment.”
“I know, and I’ve been on fire ever since.”
The minute they entered the house, they were all over each another. Tim felt so good in her arms, something she had missed desperately. He nourished her with every touch, taking in and giving back in return.
Coats fell to the floor. Her fingers feverishly unbuttoned his shirt, then traveled to his muscles, contours, and every part of him that intensified her senses.
Tim watched her eagerly descend to his zipper; arching his back to her advances. He savored her expertise: taking him between her lips, stroking, fondling until he almost crashed. He took her face between his palms, pulling her away from him temporarily. “The bedroom or the fireplace; your choice.”
“Why not both? We can christen one room at a time.”
“I’ll get the champagne. When I return, you had better be ready, willing…and nude.”
“I have that down to a science already.”
He made a quick fire and put on a Quincy Jones CD, Walking in Space. When he left the room, she walked over to the fire; feeling its gentle heat warmed her face and hands. She removed her blouse and jeans and let the fire warm other parts of her. Her hands moved to her juncture, spreading the lace panties aside, envisioning Tim taking her, stoking her fire. She lay against the carpeting, giving into the pleasures her mind allowed. Sweet nectar saturated her fingers as she shuddered from her own pleasure.
Tim came back in time to catch her show. “My God, girl! What are you trying to do? Drive me completely out of my mind?”
She looked up, startled. “Tim, I…”
“Don’t stop the show on my account; watching a beautiful woman do that is a guy’s dream come true.” He sat the champagne goblets on the table. “The only thing missing is me.” He unzipped his pants again, motioning her to help him slide the elastic around his erection. She took him in her palms, squeezing, stroking until they could barely stand it.
After having clad himself with proper protection, he moved the lacy red bra straps down from her shoulders. He loved how the lace felt between his fingers. “Where in the world did you get this lingerie?”
“Believe it or not, Eric gave it to me. I think it came from Frederick’s of Hollywood. That’s where his mind usually spends the night.”
“I’ll give it to him; he has damn good taste. The sight of you in lace does things to me.”
A smile lit her face. “I can tell. Now, show me exactly what this red lace does to you.”
He pulled his undershirt over his head, dropping it to the floor, and met her face to face. “I’ve been dying for you, Brandi. I could scarcely look at you in class at Madison without picturing this moment.” He leaned her back against the shag carpeting, her thick, dark hair flowing freely across its thickness. He marveled at how gorgeous she was; she looked even sexier than he remembered. He slid her bra down he torso before unhooking it. His fingers slid the hooks as his tongue made a trail between her breasts.
Her back arched with pleasure, bringing her breasts closer to him. Her mind danced as his tongue circled her nipples, sucking each with equal velocity, as she cupped his scrotum, matching his tempo stroke for stroke. Each tender nipple heightened to peak perfection as his lips devoured them.
He released himself from her clutches, kissing his way down to her stomach, dipping and poking into her navel. Her cries of desire burned inside him, propelling him forward. Removing her panties, he dipped into her moist valley with swift tongue swirls. Every inch of her tasted sweet, like heaven itself, and all he wanted to do at that point was die, and go straight to Brandi’s heaven. Every move he made stirred memories of that incredible evening he had spent with a supremely intoxicating female.
Her folds shivered against his lips, aching as he dipped deeper and deeper into her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she received his pleasure. When he stopped, her eyes opened wide. “Tim?”
No answer as he was hurriedly removing the jeans trapping his ankles. He hovered over her, their eyes locking. Thank God! Thank God for this night. He slowly bent to her, tasting her warm lips. He straddled her, placing her legs above his shoulders. The minute his flesh met her opening, he wanted to give into release. No, his point was to satisfy her—over and over and over.…
His pressure ignited her, and she pulled at the plush carpeting as she readied herself for the ride she had lived for. She felt his rod deeply implanted into her, rocking her, becoming frenzied, practically moving her across the carpeting. Her screams became deadly powerful as he rocked her. Her desire for him was electric. She could hardly believe she was looking up at him, finally; the most magnificent being she had ever seen; he was beautiful, perfect. Her eyes steadily bore into his as she massaged his well-toned muscles. They would break to kiss—long, lavish kisses that made them even hungrier for each another.
Their tempos matched, moving in rhythm against one another for what seemed to be hours. Their desires erupted in duo screams, and moans. They had conquered every part of the living room, making love in every position imaginable.
When they were done, Tim lay across her, totally spent, totally satisfied…completely in love.
By the time they had finished, Quincy Jones’s “Love and Peace” was playing…again. They had made love through the entire CD.
They lay side-by-side, talking, listening and learning about one another again. Tim brought their entwined fingers to his lips, kissing her fingers, feeling the tennis bracelet against his chin. He vowed, that night never to keep anything from her again, though his life would be a hard thing to explain to anyone. He didn’t know if she would stay or eventually run if she knew all the wrenching details of his life, but he had to take the chance.
But first, he had to know about Eric. His words came slowly. “Brandi, I know this is personal and you don’t have to tell me this, but, did you sleep with Eric?”
“With Eric? God no, not after he was with Stacey. He and I don’t have that kind of relationship anymore. He never even asked. He knows I love you, Tim, and that there could never be anything between him and me again.”
“Good. I know men, Brandi, and had you slept with him, he would take it to mean you are his no matter what. I know that’s what I would think.”
“You should, because I do belong to you. He was actually kind to me, almost too kind. I could barely believe it was the same guy.”
“Maybe he’s finally growing up.”
“No, I think my father told him he’d tear his heart out if he did anything to me again.”
“He still has cell deficiencies, so be careful around him.”
“I will, just for you. Besides, who would sleep with him after having the likes of Timothy Edward Polaris?”
“You’re making me out to be something I’m not.”
“Wrong. One thing though, we have to be honest and straight about everything, Tim. Can you promise me that?”
“I’ll say yes to anything when it comes to you.”