Remember Me. Laura Browning

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      An hour of swimming, then Lucy vaulted from the pool. She ignored the looks from the men coming out of the locker room and wrapped her towel around her body. She ducked into the Jacuzzi in the women’s locker room and laid her head against the back, letting the bubbles from the jets soothe her tired muscles. She closed her eyes and Brandon’s face came to mind. He was so gorgeous that every time she was around him, she wanted to touch him. Would it be so wrong? Could she just enjoy what they had for this week? This vacation was like a slice out of time. It wasn’t the reality of her life. This was her reward, and wouldn’t Brandon be one more facet?

      By the time he knocked on her door, Lucy had come to a decision. She would grab onto everything she could during this week, including Brandon, but she would do it with her eyes wide open this time. She smoothed her hands over the black silk dress she’d donned and opened the door. Her reward was the widening of his eyes and the smile curving his mouth. He was in a dark dinner suit, once again looking like a powerful businessman rather than an ex-skier on vacation.

      “You look beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you have a coat?”

      “A jacket.”

      He helped her on with the short white wool jacket, then kept a hand at the small of her back while they made their way out to the parking lot. The club was everything he’d promised, tasteful and understated with music that added to the atmosphere without overwhelming it.

      She ate with gusto, even consuming an extra roll. Brandon raised a brow. “Splurging?”

      Lucy laughed. “I’ve decided to get into the spirit of things. It’s my vacation, after all, so I’m going to enjoy it.”

      Brandon reached across the table and captured her free hand. “Does enjoying it include spending more time with me?”

      “I would like that, but I don’t want to hold you back from skiing like you should.”

      His thumb stroked across the back of her hand. “I can ski the expert slopes while you swim or run. I want to spend time with you, Lucy.” God knew, she wanted to spend time with him. Looking into those green-gold eyes of his right now was making her stomach flutter and her breasts tingle. “Why don’t we dance? Then I’ll have an excuse to hold you close.”

      “Yes.” She was definitely onboard with dancing. As they walked toward the polished wood floor, she wondered if it was her imagination or had his hand slipped from the small of her back just a little lower? The music was jazzy but slow, so he turned her into his arms and held her close to the length of his body. His hardness pressed against her hip.

      When she glanced at him, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “That’s what you do to me. I won’t deny it, but nothing happens unless you say so.”

      Their gazes locked. Lucy laid her head on his shoulder. Was she ready to take the next step? Ready to take him as her lover? She’d told herself she wanted to grab onto everything this vacation had to offer. It seemed Brandon in bed was on the menu.

      * * * *

      Something was different about her tonight. She had come to some sort of decision during the afternoon, and Brandon hoped her decision included spending time with him. It seemed, as they danced, that it did. He closed his eyes, her body rubbing along him. Any brush of her against him was exquisite torture. He brought her closer, struggling to resist the urge to cup her bottom with his hands. Remembering they were out in public wasn’t easy when all he could think about was getting her naked and burying himself inside her.

      The dance ended, and he tilted her chin, brushing her lips with his. “Thank you. Would you like some coffee or an after-dinner drink?”

      “Both.”

      By their third dance, he’d found a darker corner of the dance floor where he could allow his hands to roam a little more. Her arms were twined around his neck, her fingers teasing the short hair on the back. His nerves thrummed like an alarm, telling him this woman was different. She was the one.

      “Lucy,” he growled. “I want you.” Her cheek rested on his shoulder. When he finished speaking, she turned to him. In the dim light, the gray of her eyes was as deep and unfathomable as the sea. Her lips parted. Brandon took one hand from her hips to raise her chin and they kissed. The heat of it made him stifle a groan. God, he had to have her. “Let’s go.”

      He kept her hand in his through the parking lot and into the car. When they reached the lodge, he turned to his suite and she never hesitated to come with him. Once inside, he took her coat and turned on the gas logs in the fireplace. He shed his suitcoat and loosened his tie. He’d like nothing better than to just get naked, but didn’t want to come off as too much of a guy.

      “Would you like something to drink?” He had to clear his throat. Smooth.

      She nibbled her lower lip and his cock twitched. “No.”

      He took her in his arms, needing to get his hands on her. The feel of her pressed to his aroused body made his pulse beat faster. “My God, Lucy. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

      Her fingers grasped at the cotton of his dress shirt. “If it’s anything like what you do to me…” She lifted her gaze and now what he saw was a blaze of passion so intense, he growled.

      “I want you naked. I want me naked, and all I can think about is touching you skin to skin.” He slipped his index finger beneath the neckline of her dress and watched her tongue poke out to moisten her lips. Christ. He was going to explode before he even got her clothes off. She was sex personified. After pulling her close, his fingers found the zip and eased it down with a snick that sounded loud in the quiet of the room. His hands brushed over her shoulders, taking the dress with him. With a slither, it pooled at her ankles and she stood in front of him in a strapless, black bra and a lacy excuse for panties. “Holy shit.”

      Her glance slid down over him. He knew he was tenting his trousers, and had to fight the urge to adjust himself. God, he felt like a teenager. When she met his gaze again, she reached for his tie, pulling it loose at the same time she pulled him closer.

      “Kiss me, Brandon. Like you mean it.”

      Like he meant it? My God. He wrapped her in his arms and crushed her mouth beneath his. With one hand grasping her ass and the other on the back of her head, he plundered her mouth with his tongue. His body went even more rigid and he groaned. He was burning up, and shaking as if he’d never had a woman before.

      “Oh, Lucy,” he whispered into her hair when they both came up for air. “Touch me. Please. Let me feel your fingers on me.” He jerked the front of his dress shirt, not caring when several buttons snapped off. Then her hands glided inside and his tension eased at the same time his arousal burned out of control. When her fingers rubbed his nipples, he closed his eyes and moaned.

      “You like when I touch you there?”

      “Yes.”

      She pulled his shirt from his pants. He wriggled out of it and let it fall to the floor.

      “More,” he muttered.

      She bent her head and leaned in, her СКАЧАТЬ