Remember Me. Laura Browning

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      Lucy watched him retreat. Drooled, more like it. He might have been a businessman, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Broad, muscular shoulders tapered to a tight ass that made her want to grab it with both hands. Below were long, very muscular thighs and calves, due no doubt to the competitive skiing. She realized she was still wearing her bra and panties—well, sort of. Both were twisted to one side so they no longer served their intended purpose. With that in mind, she stripped them off. She stood, kicked off her high heels and put one foot on the arm of the couch so she could take off her stockings.

      Hearing Brandon behind her, Lucy glanced over her shoulder. His eyes were wide and focused on her ass. He held a blanket in front of him, but from what she could see, he was still as naked as when he’d left.

      “I brought you a blanket.” His voice sounded strained.

      Lucy removed the other stocking and turned to face him. She was not self-conscious about her looks. How could she be when she spent three to four nights a week taking her clothes off in front of a crowd? His discomfort made her uneasy.

      “Is everything all right?” she asked, hearing the slight hesitation in her voice.

      Maybe she had been too aggressive. Men like him wanted to be in charge, but she had been so hot for him, she’d scared him off. Her lower lip started to tremble, so she clamped down on it with her teeth, but there was nothing she could do to hide the tears welling in her eyes, and she wasn’t used to them. She never cried, so why now?

      Swallowing around the tightness in her throat, she ventured, “Did…did I do something wrong?”

      And the first tear fell. Even through the blur she could see the horrified expression now on Brandon’s face. She should have known better. My God, Edward had always been so stiff-upper-lip and concerned about what would keep up appearances. Now here she was in this classy guy’s suite, crying like a baby after jumping his bones like some cheap hooker. Lucy spun and grabbed her dress. Without bothering to put on either bra or panties, she started to pull it over head.

      “What are you doing?” Brandon growled.

      “Leaving.”

      “Why?” He tossed the blanket on the couch and grabbed her shoulders. “I know it wasn’t very good for you, but I promise…”

      Lucy wiped her eyes and stared at him. “Not good? I jumped all over you, and then before you even got started I came and you came…and it’s my fault.”

      Brandon pulled her to him, crushing her hands between them and smashing her cheek against his chest. “It was me. I rushed you. I’ve never felt this tied in knots. It’s been like this from the moment I first saw you. Please, Lucy. Don’t leave like this.”

      “You want me to stay?”

      He pressed her hips into his heavy erection. “Does this feel like I don’t? Come on, baby. Sit on the couch with me. Talk to me. Okay?”

      She nodded.

      * * * *

      Brandon grabbed his boxers and pulled them on. They did little to hide his aching dick, but at least he wouldn’t be all out there in front of her. God almighty. He’d been so bad, he’d made her cry. So now he felt like complete and total shit. And he’d had the nerve not so long ago to shake his head at the way his older brother had fucked things up with his woman. His woman. Was that how he already thought of Lucy?

      A sidelong glance showed Lucy dabbing at her eyes with the corner of the blanket. He stroked her cheek and her hair.

      “You look fine,” he reassured her. “Look, what’s a little mascara between us? I’ve got sisters, so I’m used to it, though I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever made a woman cry with my ineptitude as a lover. Tonight’s just full of firsts for me.” Yeah, like beginning to think he was in love with a woman he hadn’t even known forty-eight hours. And how crazy was that?

      “I don’t normally cry,” she admitted in a near whisper. “I’m sorry.”

      Brandon rubbed his cheek, still smooth since he’d shaved again before picking her up for dinner. “Look, Lucy. Can we start this again? I think we both got off on the wrong foot. I don’t know about you, but I was so damn hot for you, I couldn’t think of anything other than being inside you, getting skin to skin as close as I could.”

      “I felt the same way. I’m sorry I was all over you.”

      A weight lifted off him. “You all over me was great,” he admitted with a rueful chuckle. “When you touched me… Wow. You set me on fire.”

      She let the blanket drop. “You’re not upset because I practically attacked you?”

      “No. In fact, if you’d like to try it again… Shit. Scratch that.” Brandon hadn’t felt this awkward since high school. “I mean, I’d like us to try again, but slower. Damn it, Lucy, I feel like I just took a fine wine and chugged the bottle instead of savoring the bouquet. I want to savor you because you’re worth it.” Oh hell, her eyes were welling again. “Don’t cry on me again. Please!”

      Between hiccups she smiled a watery smile at him. “These are happy tears. I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore, that I’d come on too strong.”

      He took his thumbs and wiped off the moisture beneath her eyes. “No way, baby. It was hot. Look, why don’t we put some clothes on and get a snack.”

      “I’ve got my dress…”

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