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Giving My All to You Sheryl Lister 2022/8/3 13:47:42

Brandon had planned to wait until later to tell her what he was feeling, but she’d asked. “I know what I said at the beginning, what we agreed to.”

“Brandon, I like you.” Faith ran a hand over her forehead. “But I don’t think it’s going work. I’m going home in two weeks—”

He cut her off with a kiss. “We can talk about it later. Tonight I want to show you how much I really like you. Tonight I want it to be all about us.” He lit the candles he’d placed around the tub’s edge and on the sink, then gave her a set of towels. Kissing her once more, he said, “When you’re done, meet me downstairs.”

Faith took the towels. “Can you bring my clothes?”

He walked to the door. “You won’t need them. Just the towel.”

She stared. “Where are you going to be?”

Brandon turned and smiled. “You’ll know.” He closed the door behind him, grabbed a pair of shorts and went to take a shower in one of the other bathrooms. Tonight he was pulling out all the stops.

Faith lingered in the tub, surrounded by the soft scent of vanilla, and not knowing what to do. She had tried to tell Brandon that they needed to pull back—okay she hadn’t tried too hard—but with his soft confession and the candlelit bath, she couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to. A woman would kill to have a man do the things Brandon had done for Faith.

She finished washing up, stood and stepped out of the tub. After drying and wrapping the towel around her, she left to find Brandon. She stopped short upon seeing a path of rose petals at the bottom of the stairs. Tentatively, she followed them down the hall and to where they stopped at the entrance to one of the empty bedrooms he had shown her earlier.

Faith pushed the door open slowly and brought both of her hands to her mouth. “Brandon, it’s beautiful,” she said softly, feeling tears stinging her eyes. He’d lit candles around the room, placed a massage table covered by a sheet and surrounded by rose petals in the center and had a tray off to the side with three bottles of oil and a warmer. Brandon stood shirtless in a pair of basketball shorts. Obviously, he had showered, as well.

Brandon held his hand out to her. “Come here, sweetheart.”

She crossed the room to him and cupped his jaw. “I have never met anyone like you. Thank you for this.”

He turned his face and kissed the center of her palm. He stripped the towel away and gestured for her to climb up on the table face down. “Comfortable?”

“Mmm, yes.” A moment later, she heard soft music and recognized Raheem DeVaughn’s “Countdown To Love.” A shiver passed through her when Brandon trailed a path down the center of her spine with his tongue. Next, she felt the warm oil and his hands on her shoulders and back. The combination of light, deep and feather-like touches aroused her as much as they relaxed her. He moved down her back, adding soft kisses. Faith lost all sense of time and place, and gave herself totally to the sensations. He kneaded her buttocks, slipped lower, grazed her core and continued to her inner and outer thighs, legs and feet. Her breathing deepened and her skin tingled with awareness.

Brandon had her turn onto her back and began the magic again. Throughout the entire massage, he hadn’t uttered one word, but she could hear his increased breathing. He caressed and suckled her breasts, traced a path down the front of her body to her center. His fingers dipped into her center, stroking slowly. Faith moaned. He used his hands to take her to the brink of ecstasy, then bring her back to relaxation over and over until she thought she might lose her mind from all the pleasure. By the time he finished, her body pulsed and shuddered.

Brandon pulled her to a sitting position and stepped between her spread legs. “I love touching your beautiful body,” he murmured as his hands continued roaming.

He slanted his mouth over hers in a deep, sensual kiss that left her gasping for air. Faith reached inside his shorts and grasped his engorged shaft and nearly wept with relief when she realized he already had on a condom. “I need you inside me, Brandon. Now.”

He yanked his shorts down and entered her with one long stroke. They both moaned. “I told you before, you don’t ever have to beg me and I’ll never make you wait.”