Page 94 of The Other Side

His hands sneak under my back to scoop me off the counter. He straightens, settling me in place as I tangle around his solid body.

My sharpened nipples scrape his tight chest as our lips fuse together hungrily. He’s traveling us to his bedroom, a dimmer lighting casting over us when we enter the new domain.

I briefly peek over my shoulder, catching his queen-sized bed layered in navy sheets. A gasp flings from my mouth when he drops me onto the mattress, and I land on my ass.

I’m braced on my palms with my entire dress bundled at my midsection. My tits are out, lace panties on full display and accompanied by my stiletto heels.

Brant leans to tug the bunched dress, and my arms lift to help him. He disposes the clothing before I bend to unbuckle a heel.

But his fingers angle my chin up, and he’s shaking his head. “Don’t you even think about it,” he rasps. “Heels stay on.”

My lips part, surprise woven in my lingering stare. His fingers cradle my chin harsher, and our lips lock in a French kiss. His tongue caresses mine, his hold on me unforgiving as I whimper against him.

I pant when we break away, bracing myself on two palms again. Reflexively, my legs part just as he straightens up.

I look as indecent as can be, and his feral eyes land on my body. My throat rolls when he slowly slides his unfastened tie off, his jaw locked and loaded.

“You’re not riding for free,” he growls.

My eyes lick down the section of his torso exposed by his open dress shirt. He stands there in his chiseled glory, and I find the tip of his dove tattoo above the waistline of his pants.

“Lose it,” he demands.

His voice kicks my eyes to his. I lay back, my wavy locks splaying across the crinkled sheets when I bring my hands in front of my naked breasts.

I slip my engagement ring off, dropping it over the side of the bed.

My chest heaves with need, nipples puckering tighter. A tinge of satisfaction scrolls across his stunning face, and then he’s jerking his chin at me.

“Show me what’s mine.” He delivers the order lowly, his fingers resting on his belt as he stares into my eyes. “What’s always been mine.”

My response is magnetic, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. Brant licks his lips, slowly shrugging his dress shirt off.

I glide the flimsy lace down my legs, maneuvering to slip it off my ankles and heels. When I make sure they don’t catch on the stiletto, I toss the garment before palming the undersides of my thighs.

A low groan rumbles from his chest when I open my legs for him.

I’m in nothing but four-inch heels wrapped around my feet, and the sight is enough to make me the leading star of a porn set.

He steps closer to reach for an ankle, but I react quicker.

I plant the bottom of my heel against his hard chest when I wag my head. “Nuh-uh.”

Brant’s lips twitch, his eyes dropping to my stiletto. His large hand curls around my ankle, and his thumb tenderly strokes the bone.

“What do you want?” he asks, returning his eyes to mine.

The pads of my fingers teasingly trace the swells of my bare breasts. “You’ve had your fun too, no?” I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gently tweaking my nipples to torture him. “I think I’m owed a little begging.”

He knows.

His stare skates from my tits to my eyes. My heel is still glued to him when he fastens his hold around my ankle.

“You want me on my knees?”

I yelp when he tugs on me, and my ass meets the very edge of the bed.

“You should at least give me a challenge, Cal,” he taunts. “There hasn’t been a day of my life I wasn’t kneeling for that sweet pussy of yours.”