Undeniable Box Set

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Lily dropped her toiletry bag on the sleek vanity, and glanced at the image in the mirror. Her makeup had faded some, and her brown waves settled too.

Finding a new job equal to what she had at ALK would be hard, she knew. She’d fought to hide her anxiety from the perceptive man beside her. Complaining about getting laid-off was, well, . . . made it somehow real. She didn’t want to give up hope that maybe she’d get to keep her job. Despite that, their conversation had been one of the best she’d had with a stranger on her many flights to Rome.

And Brandon was delicious. Oh yes. He stirred something deep inside her, something she hadn’t been aware of in quite some time. Even with Kirk. Especially with Kirk.

After she showered and smoothed lotion over her skin, she slid on her favorite silky white robe, hoping to relax and clear her jet-lagged, foggy brain. She fluffed the pillows and settled into the hotel’s comfy bed. She opened her book, thinking reading would make her drowsy, but her mind continued to stray to Brandon, to his deep voice and intense chocolate eyes. And those perfect lips. The fantasy of those lips on her body brought a flood of heat to her skin and lower parts.

Brandon was as handsome as a European model—smoldering eyes and strong jaw, but it was those lustful thoughts that kept her awake when she needed to rest. She had a facility tour and several meetings the next day, so quality sleep was paramount.

She exhaled, fighting a losing battle. There was only one solution. Release the excess hormones so she could get to sleep, and forget about Brandon.

Lily eased open the dresser drawer, and buried beneath folded clothes, she claimed her vibrator. She laid her white robe on the bed and climbed back in between the sheets. She reminded herself to keep the moaning to a minimal for the walls in the old, fully-renovated hotel seemed rather thin.

She switched off the bedside light and let her hotel room go dark. She started her vibrator on low and let the hum work its magic. Her heartrate increased as she pictured Brandon holding her vibrator for her, doing delectable things to her. In fact, he would be better. He would kiss her and whisper compliments in her ear that Kirk could never seem to appreciate.

Stop! Stop thinking about the asshole.

She brought her mind back to Brandon, and how his mouth and hands would wander her naked body as he easily brought her to c****x.

She was close to the edge, when she heard the person next door try and use the key to open the hotel room door. God, it was a little loud, but no worries. Her trusted vibrator never let her down.

Another click. She stopped when it occurred to her that the sound was so loud because it was her hotel door opening. Holy s**t!

She leapt from the bed and whipped her robe around her just as the overhead light went on. She vaguely heard the vibrator roll on the floor but her heart thumped in her chest so hard, she feared she’d go into cardiac arrest.

How loud can I scream?

Brandon yanked his suitcase across the threshold, raised his head, and froze in place.

“Ohmigod. It’s you.”

“Oh.” He scanned the room. “Sorry. Crap.” His brow furrowed as he glanced down at his key card. “I’m . . . I think they put me in the wrong room.”

Seriously. She gripped the neck of her robe tighter. Her heartrate slowed as her brain processed that someone hadn’t just broken in to r**e or rob her.

Breathe. “Yes, it would appear so.”

His gaze traveled down the length of her.

Shit! Her n*****s probably poked against the white satin fabric. He appeared to be having a hard time processing this mix up as much as she because he said nothing. Nothing. He just looked at her.

She wrapped her arms across her chest. “Um, maybe you should go down to the front desk, Brandon, and let them know that you need another room.”

“Yes. Definitely.” He subtly shook his head. “Yes. I’m sorry about this. I’ve scared you and interrupted your sleep. I apologize.”

“No need. It’s not your fault.” She took a step closer—to show him to the door or to breathe in his scent, she couldn’t be sure.

Brandon stared down at the keycard. “How did this happen?” he asked the universe. He looked up and his lips lifted into a funny grin. “It’s weird that I walked into your room. Of all places.” He chuckled softly.

She smirked. It was true. Of all the wrong rooms to walk into, he’d walked into hers.

His eyes darkened as he scanned her body again. A blush filled her cheeks. She wore nothing beneath that robe. Could he tell she’d been thinking about him?

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Lily.”

“You too, Brandon.”

He twisted his body and gripped the handle on his carry-on suitcase, but stopped quickly to look her way. “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I feel bad about this.”

“Um—”

“Please let me make it up to you. You know they have some of the world’s best pasta in Rome,” he said with a broad smile.

She guffawed because an image of Kirk, eyeing her as she scooped extra parmesan over a plate of spaghetti was the first image that popped in her head. “I’ll take you up on dinner, but I’ll stick with a salad.”

His eyebrows pinched together. “You don’t like pasta?”

“I love pasta. My ex said I should stay away from it.” The words came out before she could block them. Brandon did not need to hear the sordid details of what her ex thought about her and her eating habits. She bit her lips between her teeth.

He tipped his head. “Okay. Why?”

“Never mind.”

“Is it a gluten thing?”

Crap! Her head drooped for a split second. No good way to get out of this. “He said I put on weight too easily.”

Brandon’s eyes went wide. “He said that to you?” His voice pitched on the last word.

“Yes,” she mumbled. Could this be any more embarrassing?

She wouldn’t consider herself overweight, but definitely curvy. Slightly obsessed, Lily worked out regularly and had strong muscles. Regardless, she couldn’t rectify the number she saw every morning on the scale.

“No wonder you dumped the bastard.”

Lily let the corner of her lips curve upward. She didn’t have the guts to tell Brandon that Kirk had dumped her.

His eyes narrowed. “Did he say you were fat?”

Shit! Really? She unknowingly sucked in her stomach. The most handsome man she’d ever met was standing six feet in front of her, wearing his suit with his shirt and tie loosened, and a five o’clock shadow that made her want to run her fingertips along his jawline. She stood naked in just a thin silky robe, and he wanted to have a psychology session?

She couldn’t answer so she glanced away. Kirk had said that once, but thankfully never again. He’d made her feel more self-conscience of her weight with his pointed stare at almost every meal.

Brandon let go of his luggage and took two steps closer. “From what I saw, your body is pretty amazing. I think your ex needs to have his head examined. That and be exiled to a deserted island with only rice cakes and raw broccoli to eat.”

Lily’s chuckle turned into a laugh. She actually loved that idea.

He smiled and took another step closer, never breaking eye contact. He stood so close to her now, he could effortlessly reach out and touch her.

She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, and tipped her head up to meet his gaze. His eyes appeared darker than she remembered, like rich espresso.

He offered his hand, palm up, and she hesitated . . . not scared, as much as unsure what he wanted. She released the death-grip on the lapels of her robe and rested her left hand in his. He slowly brought it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, not once, but twice.

The warmth of his hand and the sensation of his kiss shot low-level electric waves throughout her body. Her lower belly clenched and she nearly moaned.

He stretched his right hand forward, as if he wanted to touch her.

“May I see for myself?” His rich, soothing voice felt like a caress over her.

What! He wanted to see her naked body? The wetness that had threatened to escape at the apex of her thighs with his kiss, no longer held back. Her heart jackhammered in her chest, and she licked her lips.

“I promise not to touch you.”

This man she’d only just met, the object of her fantasies, wanted to see her naked. He promised not to touch, and she wanted to say I don’t mind if you do.

Was she crazy? Had she lost her mind, to even consider his request?

Maybe so, but how often does a man like this even give a girl like me a second look?

Slowly, so slowly, she released her right hand and slid the tips of her fingers down to the sash holding the robe together. Brandon’s breath spiked. She watched him as he watched her, his eyes deep pools of chocolate. She untied the sash and let the robe fall apart. Her n*****s peaked as she dragged each half of the fabric to the side of her body, fully revealing herself. Her breasts grew heavy.

Brandon inhaled sharply. “Geezus. You’re beautiful. Your ex is a f*****g idiot.”

She averted her eyes. “Please don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

“Lily.” His finger lifted her chin, his thumb brushed her lower lip. “I’m not lying. I mean every word. Your body is perfect.”

She shook her head and tugged at her robe with her free hand. “My hips are wide, and my breasts are too big, they’re starting to sag.”

His eyebrows shot up. “These are the breasts and hips of a woman.” He traced a finger over the fabric at her hip, igniting her skin. “A beautiful, curvy woman. Gee-zus.”

She bit on her upper lip as he lifted her hand to kiss the back. Then he lowered her hand to her waist and hooked her fingers around the robe’s edge, his body heat radiating against her.

“Would you please?”

Holy crap! This may be the most erotic thing she’d ever done. And his obvious desire only fueled her own. Her heavy breasts ached to be caressed.

With his hand over hers, she peeled back the fabric of the robe, slowly revealing her backside. He took several steps to walk behind her, gaining a better view. Her lungs worked for air. She forced her focus to the art on the wall and the brass handles on the dresser.

“f**k! You have the most amazing heart-shaped ass, Lily.”

She blushed for the thousandth time, and peeked over shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.

His eyes traveled back down the length of her body, before lowering her robe. He glanced in the direction of the bed. His eyes darkened and his face read serious as he looked back at her.

“What is it?” Her head turned and there it was, laying in front of the nightstand—her pink vibrator, the perfect replica of a male p***s. She gasped, certain the blood had drained from her face. She tried to pull her robe closed, but he didn’t release her left hand.

“Lily, were you using that tonight?” his voice rasped.

She couldn’t look at him. Oh crap. She was embarrassed, but turned on to immeasurable heights.

“Were you thinking about your ex tonight?”

God, no! She shook her head.

He inched closer toward her, the heat from his body scorching hers. She shivered. “Were you thinking about me tonight while you were using that on yourself?”

Breathe. Speak. “Yes,” she managed to squeak out.

“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” His voice rasped and his breath softly pushed the hair on the top of her head.

Really? Wow.

He brought her hand to his lips. She felt a small stutter, almost like he contemplated placing that kiss someplace else. Her eyes fell closed on their own accord. She was really starting to love those lips of his—on her hand, on her everywhere. His slow, sensual kisses brought an ache to her s*x. She squeezed her legs together.

“Did you get to come, or did I interrupt you?” he asked in a deep silky tone.

“Um, you came in before I could.”

He peered at the vibrator again, then looked back at her. “A woman has needs,” he cajoled. “Let me help you.”

The slightest trickle glided down her inner thigh. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Uh—”

“You can say stop at any time, and I promise I will leave right after. Let me help you come. Let me see you come.” His hot breath fell over her hand, and he planted several more slow kisses across her skin.

She wanted to moan. What if she could pull her body flush against his, and feel his strong arms wrap around her? What would it feel like to have those soft lips on hers? To feel his hands explore her?

She swallowed. “Okay,” she breathed. She agreed because, God help her, she needed it. The ache at her s*x was unbearable. This handsome, sexy man found her attractive and promised to make her feel good. She felt powerless to say no.

He smiled, kissed her hand one last time, and led her to the bed. He switched on the lamp on the bedside table, and for the first time, she could see his erection, straining against his suit pants.

He yanked all the covers back, resting them at the foot of the bed, and he patted the bed for her. She lay down close to the center, and closed her robe.

Silly woman! He’s already seen everything.

He switched off the overhead light, shrugged out of his jacket, yanked off his tie, and laid them over the back of the chair. His moves like a confident jaguar, pacing each movement.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.” As much as a woman could be when she was dying for an o****m so badly if she didn’t have one she’d implode.

His dark eyes glowed with a fire from inside. “Great. Just relax. And again, tell me to stop at any time if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Mmmhmm.” There was no way in hell she would stop him. She’d passed her comfort zone the moment his lips touched her hand.

His long fingers grazed her leg and back down again. Then he gently took the edges of the robe resting at her stomach and slowly drew the fabric open, across her breasts, and off to each side of her. A sigh escaped. Her n*****s grew taut at the sensation.

“You have gorgeous n*****s for those gorgeous breasts,” he said as his fingertips brushed over them.

Her back bowed.

He cupped her breasts in his hands while his thumbs caressed her n*****s.

Her eyelids closed as he continued his strokes before his hands moved slowly down the front of her torso and her hips. “You are a goddess, Lily.”

She moaned as his hands glided over her thighs, pushing to widen them. The bed shifted and Lily opened her eyes to see Brandon prop his knee on the edge of the bed between her legs. He watched her face as his hands crept up her thighs where his fingertips glossed over her s*x.

A single finger slid up the center of her, and she gripped the sheets, every nerve in her body alight with sensation. Her breathing shot to full capacity. She ached for release, to feel his touch on her. God, she even wanted him inside her. Lily never gave into one-night stands because it was just lust, no relationship. It would be meaningless. Tonight, for the first time, she was tempted to give in.

Brandon’s muscles flexed and pushed against his shirt and pants, and his tanned skin peeked from the neckline. All she could imagine was how Brandon felt, how he looked naked, how he kissed.

He smoothed her liquid heat over her c**t. “You are so wet, Lily,” he said in awe. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look when you come.”

He braced his other hand on the bed while he continued his ministrations- caressing, circling her c**t, and slowly pressing a finger inside. He worked so slowly, no sudden movements, as if to ensure he didn’t frighten her. But God, she needed to come. Her face warmed with every passing second.

She spread her legs farther apart. Please don’t stop.

He stroked his free hand over her thigh, her mons, her stomach, like he petted a kitten. Then he nearly took her breath away. He leaned down over her and slowly dragged his tongue through her center up to her c**t.

“Ah,” she cried out, stars dancing before her eyes.

He flattened his tongue to gently work her engorged c**t, while his finger pushed back inside her.

“Brandon, please don’t stop.”

He groaned his response. His tongue pressed, adding pressure to her sensitive c**t, while he slid another finger inside her. His fingers stroked in and pulled back all while his tongue made love to her s*x.

The only sounds in the room were the slip-slide of his fingers inside her and the panting from her racing heart.

Lily loved when a man went down on her. Especially when that man knew what he was doing. Brandon knew exactly what he was doing. Her eyelids closed as she savored the sensations.

Her c****x built from deep inside. Because Brandon moved so slowly, it rose to the surface the same way. Excruciatingly, deliciously slowly.

“Ahh.”

And there was no stopping it. The o****m grew to a maximum, roaring and sending energy to every inch of her body. She arched her neck and cried out his name, barely remembering her own, and panted, sucking in air.

Her body went limp. She opened her eyes to see Brandon studying her face, his eyes dark as the night sky.

His tongue swiped his lips clean. “Beautiful,” he simply said.

He removed his fingers from her, then grabbed the blanket to cover her naked body. She lay stunned, staring up at him, and fascinated at how the best o****m in her life was given to her by a perfect stranger.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Lily. Sweet dreams,” he whispered over her damp skin.

He reached for the lamp, switching off the light. She heard the rustle of his jacket and luggage, his footfalls, and the door open and close behind him.

She exhaled. “Holy fuck.”

What the f**k! Brandon had no business touching Lily, claiming her like that. He couldn’t resist. The lust that had consumed every cell in his body took over the sensible man. He was drawn to her in a way he’d never experienced before, as primal as male to female.

And God, how sweet she tasted. He’d had no intention of it going so far when he’d offered to “help” her. Dammit!

Assigned a new room, the hotel comped him a free meal at their restaurant to make amends. Whatever. He needed to get to his room, fast, before he scared everyone with his d**k tenting his pants.

His room was a duplicate of Lily’s. His sister had told him about the charming hotel, and how specialists were brought in for refurbishing to preserve the history. He was sure Leena was just trying to expose him to some culture. What’s new, he thought with a smile.

After quickly getting settled, he blasted the shower on high, stripped naked, and jumped in. He’d taken himself in hand as lust coursed through his veins like an out-of-control wildfire. Women rarely caused such a reaction as Lily Bennett.

She was different. She was special. Her body was simply exquisite. Her smooth pale skin, the curve of her breasts and how her tapered waist fanned back out creating the perfect roundness of her hips. Her silhouette was extraordinary with clothes on, but completely naked? She was a goddess. A body built to satisfy a man’s dreams.

Then to top it off, she was smart, witty, and had a great sense of humor. He could tell she took pride in her job and was likely highly competent. How remarkable that he ran into her again.

And she trusted him. He didn't know what he had done to deserve that trust, but he would do all he could to keep it.

Early the next morning, Brandon sent a note asking her to join him for dinner at the hotel’s only restaurant. He’d meant it when he had invited her to dinner. And now because of what transpired the previous night, well, he had to see her again. Naked or not, it didn’t really matter. He had to know more about her. And, any available time they had in Rome, he wanted to spend it with her.