Velvet Haven

clutch my head, shoving my mouth down on you. You want me to taste there, don’t you?”
    She was breathing fast, her lips were dry, and she couldn’t talk. But Bran went on. “Can you see me going down on you, spreading you, tonguing you?”
    She nodded, as if he could see her. Lord, she could imagine it all, and how damn sexy it would be to look between her spread thighs and find Bran there.
    “I’d inhale your scent first, Mairi. I love your scent; the perfume of your aroused sex ignites me. I’d stay there for as long as I wanted, making you wait.”
    Oh, God, she was wet. And aroused. Her legs were sliding up and down on the cushion, searching for relief. She didn’t dare touch herself, knowing she’d go off like a firecracker at the first touch. Besides, the sound of Bran’s voice and the descriptions of what he wanted to do with her were too good not to hear.
    “Do you want that, Mairi, my tongue on your pussy?”
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    “Then part your legs.”
    She did as he asked, struggling to hear his voice over the blood pounding in her ears.
    “Close your eyes. Run your fingers between your folds, pretending it’s my hand.”
    Mairi hesitated. But in the end, she did as he asked, and the shock that raced through her body made her breath catch. “Bran?” she asked, feeling totally out of control. “Are you . . . you know . . .”
    “Masturbating?”
    She stroked herself, lured by his voice and the feel of her fingers as she pretended it was him touching her.
    “Yes,” he hissed, “and thinking of the next time I see you.”
    She swirled her fingertip around her clitoris and moaned.
    “Picture me sliding between your legs, Mairi. My fingers biting into your thighs, spreading them. Feel me shouldering my way between your legs. Then the warmth of my breath against your core.”
    Vividly she saw what Bran was describing.
    “One swipe of my tongue, parting your swollen lips. One more, finding your clitoris. You’re thick with desire, coating my tongue. I need another taste, Mairi. My mouth on you, covering you.”
    Yes! She mentally screamed as she found her clit and rubbed it.
    “I’ll build you up slowly, making you writhe and squirm. I’ll want your moans, my name on your lips, as you come.”
    She was close . . . so close . . .
    “I want to hear you, breathing as you are now, searching for release, begging to come. Come for me, Mairi,” he whispered. It sounded like a purr, she thought as she got lost in the sensations of her body. “Let me hear your sounds.”
    She was so aroused, it took no time for her to shatter and cry out. When the storm passed, Bran was breathing hard on the other end.
    “Did you come?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “While imagining my mouth sucking you?”
    “No,” he murmured, “I came while picturing myself pleasuring your pussy.”
    This guy was a sex god! He knew all the right things to say.
    “When, Mairi?” he asked. “When will you let me see you again?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Come to the club tomorrow night. For dinner?”
    “All right,” she murmured.
    “Mairi?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Sleep well.”
    “Mmm.” She heard the sound of waves in the back of her mind, and she remembered what it was like to have him pressing her up against the wall, his cock grinding into her pelvis.
    “I can smell your perfume,” he whispered. “It’ll tide me over till I can taste you.”
    The phone went dead, and Mairi grudgingly placed hers on the coffee table. She couldn’t believe what they’d done, and how easily she’d gotten off. Embarrassing, she thought as she snuggled deep into the cushions. But it had been so good, and so sexy. What she wouldn’t give for the sight of Bran stroking himself.
    With a smile, she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
    Hours later, the morning sun crept in through the patio door, blinding her. She stretched, realizing she had spent the night on the couch. The phone rang, and she practically fell off, trying to reach it.
    One word came to mind. Bran.
    “Hello?”
    “Well, aren’t you breathless?”
    “Oh, hi, Rowan, just waking up.”
    “Just? Girl, it’s noon.”
    Mairi glanced out the patio door and squinted from the sunlight. “Really? I feel like I just got to sleep.”
    “Well, I have something that’s going to wake you up.”
    “What’s that?”
    “A special delivery that arrived at the shop, not more than five minutes ago.”
    Mairi sat up. “From Sayer?”
    “Well, he was the