Their knowledge had settled her, but it had also told her that they knew more than they were leading on. She rationalized that they were likely not wanting to freak her out, but she could’ve told them it was far too late for that.
She was freaked.
Hell, a full-blown panic attack was the next on her to-do list, in fact.
“You okay?” Brendon asked when he stepped into the room.
Cheyenne’s eyes slid to his form, admiring the way he filled the doorway with his wide shoulders. He toed off his boots and her stomach did a little flip.
“I’m good,” she said, recognizing the arousal in her tone.
Okay, so maybe the fear had morphed into desire. Who cared. It was something to get her mind off the shit that she couldn’t control.
Brendon’s shirt met the same fate as his boots, ending up on the floor. When his hands moved to his waistband, her eyes followed them.
He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and that was when Cheyenne realized he was watching her watching him. It was kind of sexy.
Rather than meeting his knowing gaze, she kept her eyes trained on his flat, washboard stomach. He’d come to stand on her side of the bed, and she hoped like hell that meant he wasn’t ready to go to sleep just yet.
“You seem to be fixated on somethin’, Chey. Tell me what.”
The command in his tone reflected his knowledge of her current state. He wasn’t questioning, because he already knew what she was thinking about. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted.
Sitting up, Cheyenne allowed the blankets to fall to her hips, showing him that she’d donned one of his T-shirts to sleep in. It happened to be one she’d commandeered from his house after their Sunday ride. He hadn’t seemed to mind that she had wanted to take it, which in itself was sexy.
Cheyenne liked the way he looked at her when she was wearing nothing but one of his shirts. The fire that burned in his gaze was hot enough to set the smoke detectors off. Any minute now, she figured the house was going to burst into flames.
Reaching for him, she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans as she turned to face him, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She looked up at his face while she traced the freed button and then lowered the zipper.
“Tell me, Chey,” he repeated.
“I want you,” she whispered. As much as she wanted him, it was still a little unsettling to tell him exactly what she wanted. Showing him wasn’t a problem at all, but the idea of telling him still caused butterflies to take flight in her belly.
“Be more specific,” he said, lust darkening his gaze.
Cheyenne reached into the V of his jeans, sliding her hands into his boxers and finding his cock hard and eager. Without freeing him completely, Cheyenne leaned forward, sliding his boxers down just enough to uncover the head of his cock. She swiped her tongue over the thick tip.
Brendon’s hands immediately gripped her head firmly as he held her in place. She couldn’t do much more because he was still semi-dressed, but she used her tongue to tease the head of his cock.
“Wrap your lips around it,” Brendon instructed.
She did, sucking him into her mouth, using her tongue to circle the crest, lapping at the precum that formed, relishing the taste of him.
“I love when you hum like that.”
His voice was rough, his hands rougher as they held her head tightly.
Cheyenne wanted more of him and when she went to push his jeans and boxers down his hips, he assisted, forcing them far enough that she could push them down his legs so they pooled at his feet.
He didn’t release her though, holding her head firmly as he said, “Put your hand around my dick.”
When she gripped him in her fist, he instructed her to stroke him, which she did as she continued to suck him.
“Damn, baby,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward, forcing him deep into her mouth. “Your mouth’s so fuckin’ good. And your tongue …”
Cheyenne hummed her pleasure, causing his hands to pull at her hair, sending electrical sparks from her scalp to her core. Oh, yeah, this was one thing she loved about him. The way he controlled her, told her what he wanted, what he liked. She’d never had that before and Cheyenne found she craved it.
Craved him.
“Keep that up and I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
He wouldn’t hear her complain.
“But tonight, I want to come inside you. Deep inside you.”
Brendon pulled her head back until she released him with a subtle pop. When her eyes met his, more electricity spiked in her bloodstream. The man looked as though he was hanging by a thread, his eyes dark, the skin on his handsome face taut.
“Take the shirt off.”