Free Always (Time for Love Book 4) by Miranda P. Charles

her sexy legs. But his gaze was pulled to her chest, where he could clearly make out her erect nipples through the material.
    “Um, are you coming in?” Brenna asked nervously, her face flushing.
    He smiled. Had he embarrassed her with his drooling stare?
    He stepped inside and wrapped her in his arms. “Bren,” he whispered, before claiming her mouth.
    Brenna gave a little moan and slid her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.
    “Were you waiting for me?” he breathed against her lips.
    “Yes. I’m glad you came,” she said shyly.
    He groaned softly, running his hands up and down her back while he covered her face with kisses.
    Brenna leaned back and looked into his eyes. Then she took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
    He followed eagerly. Heck, he’d follow her anywhere if she kept on looking at him like that.
    They stopped at the foot of her bed, facing each other.
    He touched Brenna’s face, running the tips of his fingers on her cheeks and lips. Was he really here? With her? In her bedroom?
    He’d been prepared to think that being with Brenna was a lost cause. Yet here she was in front of him, gazing back with passion in her eyes.
    “Is this really you, Bren?” he asked softly.
    She smiled. “No one else, Ash.”
    Slowly, he ran his hands down her front, grazing her hardened peaks. His cock jerked as Brenna gasped. He pulled the sash of her robe, untying it and pushing the slinky material off her shoulders. He hissed under his breath, his knees weakening at the sight of Brenna’s naked body.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes greedily roaming.
    “Are you just gonna stare?” Brenna teased, her tone breathless.
    “No. Most definitely not,” he said, curving an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. He resumed kissing her face, then proceeded to her neck, all the while stroking her smooth body with his burning hands.
    “Ash,” Brenna cried softly, gathering the hem of his shirt and helping him to take it off. Then her hands went to his jeans.
    He let her unbuckle his belt, but halted her when she tried undo his button.
    “No, sweetheart. Not yet,” he said, gently moving her hands away. It would be so easy for him to lose control once his cock was free from its confines. There were so many things he wanted to do to her first.
    “I want to,” Brenna complained, kissing his jaw and going for his jeans button again.
    “There’s plenty of time, honey. Soon,” he said, grabbing her hands and placing them up his chest instead.
    “Don’t you want me to show you what I’ve been dreaming about doing to you for weeks?” she whispered seductively, placing light kisses on his neck.
    “You’ve been dreaming about me for weeks?” he asked. Breathing had suddenly become almost impossible.
    “Uh-huh. And I’ve been really, really wanting to do this.”
    This time, he didn’t stop Brenna from unzipping him. He groaned when she reached inside his pants.
    “You’re wearing undies,” she said, sounding a little disappointed.
    “Yeah. I always do. Boxer shorts.”
    “Not always,” she said with an impish grin as she grasped his already hard-as-steel member.
    “What do you mean?” he asked in a strangled voice, trying not to moan. Ahh, her hand felt fucking good.
    “There was one time you went commando,” she said, looking down with lustful eyes at the hardness she was stroking. Then she pushed his pants down so he could step out of them.
    “I’ve never gone commando,” he responded in confusion, stifling a moan as Brenna reached for his erection again.
    “Yes, you have. That day when you got your pants wet at Bondi.”
    Now he remembered. He hadn’t wanted to borrow Connor’s underwear. “Did Connor tell you?”
    “No,” she said, kissing his chest.
    “Amanda?” His sister must have noticed when he returned Connor’s clothes.
    “No.” Brenna let go of his hard-on to put her arms around his neck and press herself against him.
    He gasped, loving the feel