“Your mother hates me,” Brandi said as they slid into the limousine.

Declan didn’t reply just drew her close and nuzzled her neck. What could he say? His mother didn’t like her, but it was less about Brandi and more about his mother.

She pushed him away and glared at him. “Aren’t you worried?”

“What do I need to worry about?” he asked leaning down and kissing her again. She had been driving him crazy all night with that tight little dress and he wanted his hands and his mouth on her.

“That she doesn’t like me,” Brandi said, her voice going breathy as he sucked on her neck.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” he murmured against her neck.

She pushed him away again. “It doesn’t matter? What, because we’re not in a real relationship?”

He sighed and pulled her against his chest.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he said.

“Then what did you mean?”

“My mother’s opinion doesn’t matter because I don’t take stock in any of her opinions. The only thing that matters is that I like you.”

She looked up at him with those big blue eyes and his world tilted again. “You like me?” she asked in a whisper.

“I do,” he whispered back, leaning down to kiss her lips. “Very much,” he said, and kissed her again.

“I like you too,” she said softly.

Before he could reply, the limousine came to a stop outside the hotel and the door was opened by the doorman. Declan shuffled out and then leant down to help her from the car. She smiled up at him as she took his hand, the ring winking at him in the lights from the hotel.

“Do you live here?” she asked as they walked through the quiet lobby towards the elevator.

“No,” he said, “but it’s convenient. My house is out in the suburbs and the commute is a bit of a killer. I don’t spend too much time there.”

She was quiet as they rode the lift to the top floor and he led her into the suite. He had already organised for her overnight bag to be brought up and he had a delicious weekend to look forward to with her. Now to get her out of that dress.

He prowled towards her as she set down her clutch and took off her remaining glove. She had gone through the night with only one glove on so as to show off her ring. He kind of felt proud of that, not that it was real, but he liked that she had loved the ring and had worn it all night, showing it off to everyone. His mother had seen it and balked, but hadn’t mentioned it. He knew he was going to get an earful, but he didn’t care. Tonight was his fantasy and in it Brandi was all his and no one, not his mother or her stupid breeding techniques, was going to ruin it for him.

He came up to stand behind her and swept the heavy red hair off her shoulder so his could kiss it. Brandi leant back against him and sighed, her body melding with his. His body was instantly hard for her, desperate for her, needy for her. There was no other woman alive that turned him on so much or so immediately with just a sigh.

“Come to bed,” he whispered in her ear and she turned around, lifting her arms to circle his neck and kissed him.

“Make me,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned and pressed himself against her before he lifted her into his arms and strode through the suite to the bedroom.

“You have been driving me crazy all night in this dress,” he said as he set her on her feet near the bed, “And now I get to peel it off you.”

She looked up at him with desire and trust and something else that spoke to something inside him. It tugged at him, that look, demanding he pay attention to it, to examine it, but she blinked and it was gone and he felt himself falling. She pulled them both down on the bed, still dressed, and rolled so that they faced each other. She cupped his face and kissed him tenderly. He closed his eyes and let go. He let go of that little niggle in the back of his head. He let go of the jealousy and anger he’d felt when he’d found Dr. Shane pushing her up against the wall and he let go of the disappointment he’d felt when he’d overheard Harper disparaging Brandi. He just let it all float away as her lips made love to his and her tongue caressed the inside of his mouth. He would deal with all of that another time. For right now, he would simply enjoy. He would enjoy the way her body felt against his and the way she made him want more - more of her, more of them. This weekend was about experiencing everything they could be together with no regrets and no looking to the future when they would be apart.

They fumbled with clothes and sheets until they were naked and in the bed. Brandi relished the feel of his skin as he rubbed himself against her, tilting her head back and sighing loudly. It felt like forever since they had been together, even though it had only been a day and a half. It seemed impossible, but her body missed his when they were apart. Coming together like this felt like finding a part of herself that had been missing.

He rolled them over so that she was straddling him and he tugged at the red wig.

“Take it off,” he said.

She rocked back, his hard cock cradled between her thighs, and reached up to unpin the wig, pulling it free. Her own hair was pinned up securely and Declan looked disappointed that it didn’t tumble free when she removed the wig.

“Patience,” she counselled as she lifted her hands again and begun to remove the million and one bobby pins.

Finally she was free and she shook her hair out and let it fall around her shoulders. He smiled up at her, picking up a curl in his fingers and tugging gently.

“Much better,” he said.

“You didn’t like me as a red head?” she asked.

He wove his fingers with hers and pulled her so she was lying on his chest, their noses touching.

“I like you in everything, but this look is my favourite.”

“The naked look?” she asked with a grin and he kissed her.

“The naked look is definitely a good one. The naked and in my bed, is my favourite.”

She laughed as he rolled them over, bracing himself on his elbows as he rubbed his erection against the juncture of her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, pulling him closer.

“That’s a nice piece of equipment you have there,” she said breathlessly, “Mind showing me how it works?”

He laughed and pushed back on his knees looking down at the stiff cock that sat up proudly between them.

“This old thing?” he said.

She reached out to wrap her fingers around his shaft and he groaned. She squeezed as she dragged her hand down to the root and smiled when a little drop of pre-cum beaded on the head.

“Someone’s eager,” she said.

She sat up and pushed him onto his back. He didn’t fight her as she lowered her head and took him in her mouth. The warm velvet head was heavy on her tongue and she moaned as she took him deep. He exhaled harshly and his hands threaded through her hair. He didn’t pull or tug or try to guide her, he just held on as she swirled her tongue around him and sucked. Brandi bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat each time. His fingers gripped her hair tightly and she could tell he was trying hard not to thrust up and fuck her mouth. But she wanted him to.

Smoothing her hands over his hips and around to cup his bottom, she dug her nails into the muscled flesh and he hissed as his hips thrust upwards. She felt him touch the back of her throat and she swallowed, her muscles contracting around his hard length before she withdrew, sucking hard until his head popped out of her mouth. He didn’t give her a chance to do it again. He flipped her over and reached for a condom, sheathing himself before coming down over her, his eyes glazed with lust and his pupils blown wide.

“As much as I would love to come in your mouth and watch you swallow me down, I need to be inside you. I need to feel your pussy come around me and milk me dry.”

She rocked her hips up against him. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He shuffled his hips and she felt his cock nudge her entrance. She opened her legs wide and he thrust in until he was fully seated. They both groaned and Brandi panted trying to stop her near instant orgasm.

“Fuck,” Declan growled into her neck. She scraped her nails down his back and he thrust into her. He used short jerky movements and she met every one with her own pelvic thrust. He felt so good, so fucking amazing. She wanted it to last forever and at the same time she wanted to come and feel that climax explode within her while he was buried deep.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said as he began to rock into her faster and harder.

“So good,” she cried out as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down.

He pumped into her, grinding his pelvis against hers and giving her the friction she needed against her clit. She pulled his hair and bit his shoulder and cried out as her orgasm rushed her. She bucked under him, her movements involuntary and so very necessary with the force of her climax. He pulled out and flipped her over before she even stopped pulsing. He lifted her to her knees and plunged into her again, his talented fingers finding her clit and rubbing as he thrust into her. Her second orgasm built fast and she dropped her head and screamed as it rocked through her body. He pinched her clit and she felt him stiffen as his own orgasm took him over.

He collapsed over her and they rolled to the side so that he was spooning her. He held her close, his arms tight and secure around her as he panted into her neck. She closed her eyes and let the sensations riot through her. God. Did it get any better than this? Seriously? She didn’t know how it could.