Trust Me by BJ Wane Page A

head, picked her up and set her on the small sofa. Kneeling
in front of her, he draped her thighs over his shoulders, clasped her buttocks
and lifted her pelvis to his mouth.
         Within seconds, Brooke went from feeling
nothing to feeling everything, the coldness that had filled her with his rough
possession thawing with each stroke of his tongue until warmth infused her
entire body. She spared a thought to wonder why he was expending so much energy
on her, especially since he must be hurting for his own release, then, when his
lips latched on to her clit and sucked hard, she didn’t think at all. The
warmth that had filled her erupted into a fiery inferno, engulfing her in its
flames as it spread throughout her convulsing body.
         Before her body or her mind had time to
recover from the quick turnaround of events, Alec rose, lifted her again and
sat down before flipping her unceremoniously over his lap. His hand connected
with her right cheek as he said, “That’s for running out on me the other day.”
Without pause another hard smack landed on her left buttock. “That’s for taking
so long to trust me.” A third slap landed across both cheeks. “And that’s
because I’m really pissed at you.”
         Brooke’s head swam dizzily as Alec lifted
her then held her on his lap with his arms hard around her. She didn’t struggle
because it felt good to sit with him. She didn’t get mad because he was right,
she shouldn’t have run from him and she should have trusted him. And she didn’t
wiggle too much because his erection felt really good pressing against her sore
ass, a pleasant, arousing sensation she knew wouldn’t last.
         “I suppose you deserve an explanation,”
she admitted grudgingly, refusing to look at him.
         “I suppose I do.” Grasping her hair, he
tugged until she lifted her face from hiding in his shoulder. “Tell me what
happened.”
         “Where’s my dress?” Feeling way too
vulnerable sitting there naked while he was dressed, Brooke made to stand, but
Alec wasn’t about to let her go.
         Cupping her breast, Alec shook his head.
“No. I like you naked, I know you’re comfortable with your nudity and I know I
can get you off with my hands and mouth. Now, talk.”
         His hand molding her breast was
distracting and she took a moment to enjoy the feel until he pinched her
nipple, hard. “Okay, okay.” Glaring at him, she muttered, “Damn, you’re
persistent.”
         “And you’re procrastinating. You sought me
out for a reason, Brooke. If it’ll help you, I want you to know that I was
making plans to come to New York just for the sole purpose of seeing you again.”
         “You were?” Knowing the attraction and
connection she felt for him was reciprocated, did help set her mind at ease.
When he nodded then pinched her nipple again, she sighed and gave in to the
inevitable. “I was seeing a man and had slept with him just once when he asked
me to go with him to a club. A sex club.”
         “And you found out the hard way that it
wasn’t a safe one, right?” Alec’s anger returned tenfold when he imagined all
the things that could happen at a club that had a lax and indifferent owner.
         “I found out the hard way that you can
look for that extra kick to your sex life with the wrong person. Richard swore
to me it would just be for fun, just to watch and mingle and maybe go home and
try something out that had appealed to both of us. At first we just had a few
drinks and walked around watching the different scenes and talking to people.
It was fun, exciting and an eye opener. I admit I was aroused at being a voyeur
for the first time and some of the scenes were ones I would, maybe, have liked
to explore personally, but I was in no way ready to jump into a public scene
with a guy I barely got off with.”
         “Not like with me, huh?” Alec grinned
knowingly at her, his eyes lit with pleasure at