“Does my head bother you?”
“Not at all.” If I was being honest, I loved the feel of it against my palms and fingers. I’d been wanting to do this since the moment I first saw him in the café. I continued to lightly run the tips of my fingers over his head, causing him to groan.
“You don't know how good that feels.”
I crawled higher up on the bed to press my lips to first his head, then temple, making my way to his lips. He crushed his mouth to mine when I got closer and I sucked in a startled breath. He held my body close to his, the weight of him as he rolled slightly on top of me was exhilarating and I found myself trying to pull him even closer. Parting my legs with one of his knees, heat instantly pooled low in my belly when his knee pressed high up against the inside of my thighs. I shuddered when Brandon made a trail to the base of my neck.
“Harper,” He groaned into my skin, “you can't do that.”
I froze, “What did I do?”
He blew out a long breath before rolling back to his side and curling me into his arms. “You can't shiver like that when I kiss you. It drives me crazy.”
Relieved I hadn’t actually done anything wrong, I bit my lip and tried to keep the stupid grin off my face. Good to know I affect him as much as he does me.
“If we don't go to sleep, I'm going to have to go back to the floor.”
I sighed in disappointment, but he was right. “Goodnight Brandon. I'll see you in the morning.”
“Night sweetheart.”
***
There was no freak out when I woke the next day, I knew exactly who had their arm around me and where I was. I stayed wrapped in Brandon's arms for a few minutes just enjoying being there until his fingers started tracing patterns on my waist.
“I'm guessing you're awake then?”
“Well I really hope I'm not dreaming you here.” Dear Lord how could his voice be any sexier?
I turned to face him and when his breath caught, covered my face with my hands. I silently prayed I didn't look absolutely hideous. I had washed my make-up off the night before, so there wouldn't be any streaks of mascara. But I'm sure there could be a ton of other things wrong right now.
He slowly peeled my hands away, “God you're beautiful Harper.” His hand left mine to brush across my cheek and push back my hair. “It was too dark to see you last night, but now?” He paused and slightly shook his head. “Beautiful is all I can manage right now.”
I smiled and studied his face for an immeasurable amount of time. Something seemed off but I couldn't place it for a while. “Your eyes are brown!”
He laughed and I desperately wanted to kiss that dimple, “Thanks for the observation...?”
“No, no. I just thought they were gray, like mine.”
“I've never seen anyone with eyes like yours. They're mesmerizing.” I looked at him pointedly, so he continued, “Grayish, brownish, greenish. Just depends. They change all the time.”
“But they were really gray yesterday, and now they're really brown. They don't just look hazel.”
“Different lights, different shirt colors, different eyes.”
“So what would usually make them green?” I was fascinated now, I wanted to see every different color they could possibly be.
“I don't know, hulk-like tendencies I guess.”
I laughed and kissed his hard jaw, “Well too bad it was dark in Chase's room last night, I would have liked to see that color too.”
His hands clenched into fists behind my back and I'm pretty sure he growled.
“Hey, calm down.”
“Sorry,” he exhaled and forced his hands to relax, "I just feel like one wasn't enough. He deserves a few more for yesterday.”
Males and their constant need to be violent. Ridiculous. “Please don't. I'm fine, all he did was embarrass me.”
“If he does anything like that again and I'm not around, please tell me.”
I blew out a deep breath and kissed his lips to keep from saying anything about his protective nature, he was just standing up for me. “I will.” Tucking my head back into his chest, I finally got a good look at it. “Hey you have a tattoo.” I touched the numbers on his chest and tried to make sense of them.
“I have a few.”
“What do the numbers and letters mean?” I traced them all. U A F 175 9 11 01
“United Airlines Flight 175. September 11, 2001”
“Your Dad.”
“Mhmm.”
“Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer it.”
He tucked my hair behind my ear again and cupped my face, “I'll answer anything for you.”
“Why was he on that plane?”
“Twice a year he had to go on a two week long business trip all over the country. He was headed for his last stop before he was going to come home.” The pain in his voice was unmistakable and I instantly regretted asking.
“I'm sorry.” I whispered into his chest, and placed a light kiss over the tattoo. I sat there quietly until he returned to playing with my hair and making circles on my back, even then I waited at least five more minutes before I said anything. “Will you show me the others?”
He smiled and flipped around so his back was facing me. I gasped when I saw everything on his back and shoulders. There were definitely more than a few. Tribal swirls covered the majority of his right shoulder leading toward his waist; I would have thought it looked stupid on anyone other than Brandon. It flowed perfectly over his sculpted back. A few lines of words in another language were peeking out from the bed near his ribs on his left side. Hidden between a swallow, a few stars and a Celtic cross were other designs I’d never seen before but thoroughly complimented the rest of the tattoos.
“Brandon, this is amazing.” I breathed.
“You like them?” He started to turn around but I stopped him so I could keep looking. He laughed and grabbed my hand to kiss my palm. When I felt satisfied, I tugged on his shoulder until he faced me again.
“Thank you Harper.” He said softly.
“For what?”
“For letting me talk about him, and knowing how to respond.”
I pulled his face towards mine and looked directly into his eyes, “Whenever you want to talk about him, I'll be here.”
He kissed me quickly before climbing out of bed. I instantly missed his arms around me and frowned. “Don't pout. It's cute as hell, but I want to take you out to breakfa-err...lunch.”
I grumbled and tried to crawl out of his bed. Before I could get my feet on the ground he had my legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips were devouring mine. Our tongues touched, and thankfully he didn't seem to mind my next shiver. I laughed into his mouth when he slammed my back into the wall. His mouth left a trail of heat down my neck, across my collar bone and stopped on my shoulder. I wiggled against him when he didn't continue.
He sucked in air through his teeth and I felt his chest rumble. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yelled it loud enough that I flinched and I wouldn’t doubt if he woke up everyone else in the house.
I shushed him, “Brandon! What's wrong?”
For how angry he seemed all of a sudden, I was surprised with the gentleness of his touch on my arm. He was breathing hard, but somehow I didn't think it had anything to do with me being pressed up against the wall anymore. He cursed again under his breath and his eyes finally caught mine when he set me down.
I inhaled sharply when I saw the hate in them. “Brandon?”
Mashing his lips together, he set his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. When I tried to look down at whatever he'd seen, his other hand slipped under my chin. “Don't.” He growled. After a few more seconds he took a deep breath in and looked at my arm again. “Harper.” He said through clenched teeth, “I want you to stay in here, and get ready. I'll be back soon.” He firmly pressed his lips to my forehead and turned to leave.