Free Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 by Em Petrova Page B

this afternoon, replaced by notes of vanilla and pure female.
    “Brant, I want you,” she whispered.
    Fire licked his insides, and his balls tightened painfully. Without a word, he shut her door and ran around the vehicle. Luckily, his house was only fifteen minutes up in the mountains on a few acres of woods. No one would even see him pull in with her—no nosy neighbors to hear his hand striking her ass.
    Stop. Not her. Control is imperative.
    A few minutes and he’d have her inside…pinned against the wall…sprawled on his living room floor…on her hands and knees on the staircase…and with her legs in the air on his bed.
    He shot her a look, and they shared a charged silence. “I’ve never felt this way before, baby. It’s important for you to know.”
    He waited for her to answer in kind, but she didn’t say anything. Which led him to believe she’d known this wild passion with someone else. Blind jealousy rose up, choking him. Who? And when? The mere idea of another man touching her sent him into spasms of fury.
    Calm yourself. It could have been Drake’s father.
    To cover the awkward moment, Brant spoke again. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
    “Three years for me,” she said softly.
    Relief flooded his veins. How had this gorgeous creature avoided male attention for three long years? But thank God she had. At the moment, Brant couldn’t trust himself that he wouldn’t track down her last lover and put some fear into him.
    When he pulled into his drive and his house came into view, she gasped. Pride filled him. He’d worked hard for the things he had, and his log home was no different.
    After the short drive, she said, “I didn’t know this was your home. I’ve driven past it, of course.”
    He looked into her eyes and stroked her knee. “I’ll give you the up-close-and-personal tour.”
    She laughed, tossing her head back. Her hair was loose tonight, the strands gleaming white in the light of the rising moon. He focused on her, urging her to laugh again. That sound reverberated to the marrow of his bones.
    “What does that tour include? A view of your mattress?”
    “Fuck, yes, and other things.”
    “Like?”
    “The inside of my shower. A detailed look at the plasterwork on my ceilings. Hayley, I intend to keep you under me all night.”
    She swallowed hard, a vulnerable expression on her lovely features. She didn’t have to say, “Don’t hurt me.” Her look did it for her.
    Tenderness wove through him.
    He didn’t lead her in through the garage but via the front door, which was an impressive, custom-made, hand-hewn slab of cedar with metal accents. His door probably was worth two of her trucks. Hell, maybe more.
    He unlocked the house using a key pad and a code. Then he swung her off her feet and through the door. Kicking it shut behind them, he whirled Hayley against the wood, pressing her with his body, reveling in every soft inch against him.
    A quiet mewl sounded in her throat, stoking his flames of want.
    Cupping her face, he tilted it to meet his gaze. The storm he saw in the emerald depths of her eyes tugged his heartstrings. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing hard with the need to plunge his tongue between her sweet lips.
    “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
    She searched his gaze, tore hers away and then flicked it right back in that way that had driven him wild from day one. “I’m a little…frightened by how strong this wanting is.”
    He clenched his jaw tight, emotion ripping through him. “I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t feel the same, Hayley, but dammit, I plan to embrace it. To let it swallow me.”
    With that, he wedged a knee between her thighs and slammed his mouth down on hers. The crush of teeth and lips ignited him further. Hot need rushed into his cock, swelling it to a painfully hard state.
    She succumbed to him at once, winding her arms around his neck and yanking on the strands of hair