Her Best Friend's Brother by T. Dell (read the beginning after the end novel .TXT) 📕

his hips, and her legs tangled with his. Craning his neck slightly Tony could see a pile of pilows lumped near their feet. Who had moved the pilows? Duh. He was the one on the wrong side of the bed. Libby mewed again.

Tony tried not to panic. He also tried not to think about the incredible sensations awaiting him if he were only to thrust forward slightly. Lesson number one in how to send a woman screaming into another man’s arms: Molest her in her sleep. What the crap was wrong with him?

Slowly, gingerly he eased the elastic of her borrowed boxer shorts back into place. She was stil lying on one of his arms. Holding his breath, and praying she stayed asleep, Tony cradled her in a loose hug , and roled their bodies until he was able to slide his arm free. The loss of her weight and warmth against him pierced painfuly in his chest. His arm’s wanted to reach out and pul her close again, so he got up and stalked into his bathroom for another cold shower.

Twenty minutes later, and wondering at the ineffectiveness of cold showers, Tony tip toed quietly back into the bedroom. He didn’t so much as glance towards the bed. His body was demanding that he climb back in there and finish his dream. Maybe he should get out of here?

Breakfast—he owed her the best take out breakfast he could find. Tony remembered his promise from the night before. A course of action began to take form in his mind.

He would slip out and bring back a big pancake breakfast.

She probably had some plans or another with the chef later today, but he would make the most of their morning together. Plan in place, Tony crossed the room to his desk intending to leave her a note in case she woke up before he returned with the food. A tiny noise and a bit of movement at the edge of his vision stiled him at the foot of the bed.

Turning, Tony saw Libby—eyes stil closed she had flipped onto her back, the sheet and blanket kicked down to her waist, and the outline of one hand was unmistakable underneath her camisole. Riveted to where he stood, Tony felt his body tighten almost painfuly. A groan escaped him before he was able to get control of himself.

Suddenly fuly awake Libby opened her eyes.

Embarrassingly aware of the position Tony had caught her in, she closed them again.

“Morning, Lib.” Tony’s rich voice floated over her.

“Watcha doin?”

She dared to peak at him; his face was hungry and lustful. Of course, she thought, he had always been attracted to her body. It was her heart he had no use for.

“Umm… I had a dream” She hedged.

“I guess you did. Wanna tel me about it?” Because I bet I was having the same one. He added to himself.

No way thought Libby. No way was she going to admit that she dreamed of being wrapped in his arms, of his morning stubble scratching the side of her face while he was leaned over her hair inhaling deeply. “Gio. Of course I was dreaming of him.”

Tony saw red. “In my bed! You were lying in my bed… doing what you were doing thinking of another man!” He stared at her, daring her to change her answer.

“Umm…I …” Libby was shocked into action. She scrambled backwards on the bed a little. Why had she said that? She could have just refused to answer. Insulting him was not the way to get him to join her in bed. She only wanted to convince him that she wasn’t looking for emotional attachment and that she could handle no strings sex. She wanted him to let himself give her that one memory she had longed for al night long. Surely now he would throw her out of his house.

“Wel I guess I know what I have to do.” Tony reached out and wrapped a hand around her ankle, yanking her back towards the end of the bed. “I am going to show you what you should be dreaming about. Sweetheart I am going to love you until you can’t even remember Chef Boyardee’s name.” He climbed onto the bed, stretching his body over hers, and took her mouth in a long thorough kiss. “We aren’t getting out of this bed until I have driven every thought of every other man out of your beautiful head.”

“Okay.”

Tony began to fulfil his promise by kissing a trail down her throat, his tongue sweeping across her skin capturing every delicious inch of her. His hands smoothed down her stomach until the grasped the hem of her top, dragging it upward until he had revealed her perfect rosy topped breasts. Molding his hands over them Tony moved his oral assault lower. Licking a path to one peak where he laved a tight nipple with his tongue while roling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Her body arched and writhed beneath his begging for more attention. He obliged by repeating the process in reverse.

Libby felt each nerve ending explode with pleasure, and at the same time she was straining for more. Hot and hungry need was building in her chest. She tried to content herself with touches and tastes of his skin, but he ruthlessly herself with touches and tastes of his skin, but he ruthlessly evaded her attempts. “Let me sweetheart.” He commanded as he pressed her back into the bed. “Let me make you feel good. I can be so good to you.” He was almost muttering to himself as he resumed.

Worshipping as he went Tony used his tongue and hands to press every button he had ever discovered, read about, or even just imagined on a woman’s body. There wasn’t a spot of unloved skin on her body. He pealed his boxer shorts and her panties off her body, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Slowly he lifted one leg and starting with her ankle