I grabbed onto his suit jacket and pulled him closer to me, my fingers itching to touch his skin.
The kiss ended all too soon when he pulled away, leaving me panting beside him.
Brett ran his thumb over my swollen lips and leaned down, licking my neck. “If you fuck as good as you kiss, lover…” he covered my mouth again, igniting a groan from us both.
The way he kissed, it was like he was making love to my mouth. No, Brett didn’t make love. He fucked and I couldn’t wait.
The food was delicious, but not nearly as mouth-watering as Brett.
This was it. Dinner was over and we were heading to his apartment.
My heart fluttered as a large building came into view. I couldn’t believe the area of town that he lived in. Fancy boutiques lined the streets as the setting sun kissed the businesses before us.
Brett had done quite well for himself since buying The Red Love. From what I heard, he had made a name for himself all on his own.
After the very intense and hot kiss, we finished off our meal with friendly conversation. I had never seen that side of Brett. He wasn’t a man of many words but he listened to me. I rambled on and on about my family and not once did he look bored. I had never been out with a man where he actually looked interested in what I was saying.
A cold shiver ran down my spine at the way my skin buzzed. Don’t get attached, Evvie.
I sighed and wrapped his suit jacket tighter around myself. Brett’s thumb moved slowly back and forth on my thigh. Something tugged at my heart. He had kept his hand on my leg the whole evening, even when supper arrived.
My stomach knotted. Maybe I was in over my head. Brett was a man who got what he wanted when he wanted it. Was I stupid that I gave in? It’s just sex, Evvie.
The sound of the door opening and shutting made me jump. I looked around us and realized we were in a parking garage. I didn’t even notice that we had parked. I huffed, needing to get my act together.
I turned and saw Brett walking around the car before casually leaning against it, waiting. For me. He crossed his arms under his chest, the white dress shirt stretching over a broad back. His black slacks hugged a perfect ass that I couldn’t wait to see bare. He was gorgeous and distracting. An air of confidence oozed off of him, taking my breath away.
I swallowed. He was giving me an out. I wanted this. Just as bad as him, if not more.
I stepped out of the vehicle.
Brett shut the door and cupped the back of my neck, brushing his lips across my mouth. “After tonight, Evvie, you will beg me for more.”
“You think so?” I teased.
His eyes flashed, the corners of his lips turning up as he leaned down to my ear. “What’s your number?”
I swallowed. “My number?”
He kissed under my ear. “How many men have you had sex with?”
“Why do you want to know?”
He lifted his head and smirked. “Everything you think you know about sex, forget it.”
My heart sped up, racing against my rib cage. “Okay…”
“I’m going to show you how a real man pleases his woman.”
“I’m not yours,” I mumbled.
In a quick move, he wrapped his hand around my neck and pushed me up against the car before leaning his face into mine. A hint of annoyance flashed in his gaze as they heated. “Tonight you are, lover.”
My skin hummed and if we weren’t in a parking garage, I would rip off his clothes and wrap myself around him until we were sweaty and spent from exhaustion.
I cleared my throat and stepped out of his embrace, needing some distance between us. The hairs on my body stood on end as Brett followed me to the elevator. Confusion coursed through me. I was his. For the night only.
I leaned against the wall as Brett pushed the button, the doors closing behind him.
He turned to me and mirrored my pose against the opposite wall. “How did you like the wine?” he asked with a smirk.
My cheeks heated and I licked my lips.
His eyes heated as they followed the movement.
My throat went dry at the casual but dominating way he leaned against the wall. A gleam passed through his eyes as they bored into mine.
We rode the elevator to the top floor in silence, little glances passing between us every so often.
The doors dinged a moment later, opening out into a large foyer. Brett grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles before throwing an arm over my shoulder.
The musky scent of man and cologne filled my nostrils, making my loins quiver. With shaky hands, I wrapped the jacket tighter around me as we walked down the hall to his apartment.
By the time we reached the door at the end of the long hallway, my blood was ringing in my ears. Brett was a different level of man. Even when he was relaxed, he was controlling. Dominating.