Free Power (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 2) by Fiona Davenport Page A

definitely work with that. I put everything I had into kissing him back, enjoying the feel of his plump but firm lips against mine. His tongue slid inside, tangling with mine and making me gasp as we battled for control of the kiss. My hands glided up his back, following the lines of his taut muscles. Then I traced up his neck, using my nails to scrape along his sensitive skin. His hands tightened on my cheeks, tilting my head upwards to deepen the kiss further. I moaned into his mouth, tugging at his hair as I panted.
    “Fuck, kitten,” he moaned, pulling his head a couple inches away to suck in a deep breath. “You’ve no idea how badly I need you right now.”
    “Then take me,” I offered, leaning back in the seat to unbutton my black silk blouse.
    I didn’t make it far before I found myself flat on my back with Brandon half on top of me, his fingers working their way through the rest of the buttons. He shoved the soft material wide, sleeves dangling from my shoulders, and ran the rough tips of his fingers along the top of my black lace bra.
    “I hate the necessity of you wearing it today, but you look fucking hot in black.”
    Lifting my hand from the leather seat, which I’d been clenching tightly, I wrapped it around his wrist. His gaze snapped up from the sight of my tits to my face, right where I wanted it. “Don’t you even,” I hissed. “Not for one moment, think I’m angry or upset or hurt by the fact that my da is dead and you’re the one who killed him.”
    “But you were,” he muttered.
    “For about a minute, and only because I was too blinded by anger to think about how I’d feel if I was the one to kill him myself,” I admitted. “I hated him so damn much, but he was still my da and you saved me from ever having to regret being the one to pull the trigger.”
    “I’d do anything for you,” he vowed.
    As crazy as it sounded, considering the way we’d met and the fact that I’d shot him in the leg, I believed him. It was impossible not to with everything he’d already done for me. But, after the hellishness of today, what I needed from him most was to make me forget.
    I released his wrist and my hand traveled down to his pants to give his dick a little squeeze. “How about you do anything to me instead?”
    “You need me, kitten?” His fingers dipped under the cup of my bra to stroke my nipple, making me catch my breath.
    “Yes,” I sighed.
    “Fucking right you do.” His other hand ran up my calf to my knee. He slid it under my skirt, making my legs part with a squeeze on my inner thigh. His fingers moved higher, teasing the edge of my panties before slipping inside to stroke my swollen lips. Molten heat poured over me as I trembled with need underneath him. “You need me. Only me.”
    He lifted his fingers, hovering over my clit and I jerked my hips up, aching for him to touch me. “Only you,” I repeated.
    “You’re mine, Carly,” he growled, his finger lowering again to glide over my clit and down to my opening, teasing me as I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips. He finally pushed a fingertip in to the first knuckle, just enough to make me feel it but not enough to give me what I needed.
    “Please,” I whimpered.
    He sunk his finger all the way inside. I moaned, holding my legs open with my hands at my knees, wanting more. His eyes were dark as he stared down at me, watching as he slowly fucked me with his finger. In and out at a leisurely pace, adding another finger, and stretching me as he pumped them. When he dipped his head low, I held my breath, afraid to move and break the spell. I wanted his mouth on me too badly, was desperate to feel his lips and tongue drive me into a much needed orgasm.
    “Nobody will ever see you like this but me.” His tone was dark, his breath hot against my skin. His tongue swiped me from bottom to top, flicking against my clit at the end. “I’m the only man who knows exactly how sweet you taste.” His fingers curled up,