Brendon (Alluring Indulgence #8)(38)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“How’d I do? Enough proof for you?” he asked softly, amusement in his raspy tone.

“Hmmm,” she replied, pretending to be considering that statement. “I might have to have a repeat to make sure.”

Brendon’s deep, gruff chuckle made her heart swell.

Honestly, the sex had been precisely as she’d anticipated. Off-the-charts incredible. There’d never been any doubt in her mind that when the two of them eventually gave in—and there’d been even less doubt about them finally taking the leap—there’d be nothing to compare to. And there wasn’t.

What did surprise her was the way Brendon was acting. Part of her had expected him to dress and disappear out the door, not climb back into bed and pull her to him. Cheyenne had to believe that for a man who claimed he wasn’t good at communicating with women, he didn’t know what he was talking about. Right here, right now, he was good with her, and in her opinion, that was all that really mattered.

“I’m starvin’,” Brendon said after a few minutes.

“Me too,” she said. “Should we get food?”

“Somethin’,” he replied. “I need somethin’ to get my strength up. Especially since we’re gonna be doin’ that again and again. You know … until I get it right, that is.”

Cheyenne giggled, smacking his chest. “I don’t think it gets much better than that.”

Brendon kissed her forehead. “Honey, that was just the beginnin’. You just wait.”

Cheyenne couldn’t wait. She wanted more of him right then and there, but she agreed, they needed food. They hadn’t eaten since breakfast and they’d worked outside for most of the day.

“What sounds good?” she questioned, not bothering to move from the warm spot against his chest. His heart rate had settled back to normal and the rhythmic thump-thump against her ear was relaxing her even more.

“You,” he murmured against her head, his lips still pressed to her forehead.

Smiling to herself, Cheyenne rubbed his smooth chest with her fingertips, outlining the rigid muscles she found there. She remembered back to the night he’d carried her to bed when she’d been drunk. She’d been wasted, but not so much that she didn’t remember telling him he was a good guy. Granted, she wouldn’t say that to him now, even if she did still believe it. Brendon Walker was a bad boy to the bone. Not in a negative way, but in a way that she didn’t think he understood entirely. He was sexy and mischievous, sure, which ultimately made him a bad boy, but at the core, he truly was a good guy.

She suspected he was just like the rest of the human race: he didn’t know what it was he wanted. That was something she’d encountered in her own life. She’d known what it was she didn’t want, but what she did want used to elude her.

Until that moment. Without a doubt, she wanted him. Mind, body, and soul. Every single piece he’d be willing to give her.

Not that she thought it would be a good idea to ask him for that. He was as hesitant as she was when it came to relationships. She knew her own reasons for keeping her distance from people, but she wasn’t sure about his. One of these days, she fully intended to ask him.

Figuring dinner wasn’t going to make itself, Cheyenne went to sit up, but quickly found herself beneath Brendon once again. The heat of his body was a comforting security she hadn’t had in a very long time and she embraced that, embraced him. When his mouth met hers, she gave in to his kiss. It was sweet, yet there was a kinetic energy that pulsed beneath the surface. If they weren’t careful, they’d spend the rest of the night right there.

Not that she had a problem with that, but they did have to eat.

When he pulled back, Cheyenne smiled up at him. The sun was going down and the room was darkening, but she could still see him clearly, the way his eyes sparkled with heat. Yeah, it would be so easy to give in to him once more.

“Dinner,” he said gruffly. “And for the record, once we get blinds on all your windows, you might just find yourself walkin’ around naked.”

“Is that right?” she probed, a tingle igniting in her belly. Cheyenne added the word dominant to the list of characteristics she liked about him.

“That’s right. Until then though, I’ll let you put my shirt on. But nothin’ else.”

Cheyenne’s core tightened, her thighs trembled. The idea of walking around in only his T-shirt … being at his mercy whenever he wanted her …

Heavens.

She wasn’t sure she was going to survive him.

But she was damn sure going to try.

DINNER CONSISTED OF Hamburger Helper Cheeseburger Macaroni.