Chapter 6
The words had come tumbling out of him before he could stop them, and now he sat staring deep into Jo’s wide blue eyes. She had opened her mouth to speak, but the server interrupted them. He placed Jo’s dinner in front of her and the glass of mojito beside her and she sat back, with her cheeks flushed.
“I don’t know if I’m hungry anymore,” she said in a soft voice and Brandon couldn’t help but stare at her.
Her black dress clung tightly to her petite nimble body, outlining her graceful curves and the stretch of her breasts. Her pale arms were bare, and a thin silver bracelet was wrapped around her small wrist. He knew he could lift her up with a hand, and all he wanted to do was part her legs and feel the warmth and wetness between her thighs. She had a firetruck red lipstick on tonight, and he wanted to see it smudged all around her mouth.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come over. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said and she shot him a look, with her blue eyes burning up.
“Then why did you?” she asked and Brandon clenched his jaws and took in a deep breath.
“Because I wanted you to know, but trust me, I can behave myself,” he said, and without waiting for a response, he stood up from the chair. This was getting out of hand. He shouldn’t have come over to her, he shouldn’t have allowed his desire to take control of him.
“Brandon!” he heard her voice behind him as he was walking away, and he turned to look at her.
Jo’s red hair was untidily but fashionable held together in a bun, and a few stray strands were delicately falling around her face. She had a look of confusion in her eyes and he knew that she was going through the same moral conflict that he was.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said and he walked back to her, staring down at her. She looked small and gentle now as she sat, some of that self-confidence had disappeared.
“I don’t want to tempt fate,” he said gruffly and she blinked a few times and then jutted her chin out in defiance.
“I’m a big girl, Brandon, I can take care of myself,” she said and he studied her face, the curve of her chin and the way her plump red lips arched, clashing against the paleness of her skin. She was radiant.
“You know what I want, Jo, and the longer I stay here talking to you, the worse it is for me,” he said, keeping his hands firmly inside the pockets of his pants. He had to control every fiber and muscle in his body, to stop himself from reaching for her.
“I want you, too,” she said, in a whisper and her eyes darted nervously around the busy dining room. Of course, nobody could hear them. He felt the shift in his pants immediately. His cock was protesting, it wanted to play.
“Jo, I don’t think you’re thinking this through,” he forced himself to say. With any other woman, at any other time, he wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass whether he was hurting someone’s feelings. Somehow, with her, he did. Despite how madly he wanted her body, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way.
“I have thought this through. In fact, I’ve thought about very little else the whole day,” she said, staring up at him wide-eyed. Brandon knew that it in a couple of minutes, it was going to be impossible to control himself.
“I’m wearing a ring on my finger, Jo,” he said in a gruff voice and smoothly, she stood up from her chair. Despite the heels she was wearing, she had to crane her neck up to look up at him.
“I’m aware of that,” she said, meeting his eyes with confidence now.
Brandon clenched his jaw. Their bodies were inches apart and he got a whiff of her heady floral perfume.
“I want to take you upstairs to my room,” he said, through gritted teeth. He was angry with himself now, angry for the lack of self-control, and a soft smile flickered on Jo’s face.
“Take me to your room, Brandon,” she said, in a soft husky voice and he had to do everything he could to not grab her wrist and yank her to himself.
“You might regret this tomorrow,” he said and she stared back at him unflinchingly.
“That is tomorrow’s problem,” she replied and he took in a deep hardy breath.
Then he turned and he kept his head up; his mind reeling with fantasies of what Jo’s body was going to look like underneath that dress.
He started weaving around the dining tables, still remembering to smile and nod at his guests. He didn’t turn to check if Jo was following him, but he could sense her eyes on his back.
He walked out of the dining room, and walked down the corridor towards his private elevator that was waiting for him. When he entered it, Jo followed him inside. He pressed the button for the top floor, his private penthouse suite.
In a confined space with her finally, their bodies grazing and touching, he reached for her waist. He yanked her to himself and she fell on his chest with a thud. Brandon’s mouth watered as he leaned towards her. When their lips touched, he felt a sizzle. Her mouth was sweet, her lips slippery with her lipstick.
She had wrapped her arms around his neck and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, parting her lips forcefully.
When she moaned, he grabbed her ass and squeezed. Their bodies were pressed together and his tongue explored her mouth.
The elevator stopped with a jerk and Jo pulled herself away from him with a gasp. They were both breathing heavily, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.