What did this mean? A deep wish I’d held in my heart for a very long time – but had refused to ever seriously consider – flittered through me.
Could Braxton be my mate?
What were the odds that he’d been under my nose the entire time, with me too afraid to risk the friendship.
“I’m not torturing you,” he said, leaning in. My eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation of his lips on mine. “I’m prolonging the moment, I’m giving you a chance to run.” My eyes opened again. Braxton grinned lazily. “You always run.”
He had a point, but that urge was nowhere now. He must have read that in my expression, because his hesitation was replaced with a determination that I was all too familiar with. The moment for doubt was gone and it was time to see what was between us. If we both survived.
His lips hit mine, so full and soft that I sank into him. I’d kissed Braxton a million times before, but nothing like this. This was everything.
The kiss started slow, tantalizingly slow, as his tongue parted my lips and swept inside. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and I groaned deep from my throat, almost a purr. As the kiss deepened, so did the wild arc of want between us, and just like that … it was no longer slow.
I slammed myself into his body and he caught me with both hands beneath my ass, drawing me into his long length. I could feel his desire pressed against my thigh, resulting in harder, frenzied kisses.
I tore my lips free. “Braxton!” It was a growling warning, he’d better stop teasing and start pleasing or I was going to rip his face off.
He grinned right before he lifted me with one hand – how freaking strong was this guy – and suddenly I was back against the headboard. He settled between my legs, both hands sliding up to cup my breasts. I arched again, and in one smooth movement he tore my tank from my body. As the cool air hit my swollen and sensitive skin, I hissed, before moaning as hot hands replaced the material.
“This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” His voice was vibrating as he traced the dragon mark on my side. I realized he’d never seen the entire image, and right now it was dancing in red and black for him, shifting and moving in the dragon visage.
We clashed eyes. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he said.
I reached forward and laced both of my hands through the dark hair at the nape of his neck, before tightening my grip and yanking his head to me. I needed more kisses, I had to taste him again.
The gentleness from earlier was lost in the wake of the primal need that had our mouths clashing together and bodies straining for each other. My body knew what it wanted and there was no stopping it now. Thankfully my brain was clouded enough that not a single doubt was present.
Braxton’s right hand slid down again, scraping over the front of my panties. I moaned, “Goddamn it, Braxton Compass.”
He laughed, he knew exactly what my problem was, but decided to torture me anyway.
“What do you want, Jess? You’re going to have to spell it out for me.” His low voice was in my ear. I barely even registered what he was saying.
“Touch me,” I growled again. “Touch. Me.” My sex-deprived-growly voice acted on Braxton the same way as if I’d been on my knees begging for him. Begging wasn’t my style, but for Braxton … nah, not even for him.
My underwear disappeared so fast I wasn’t sure if they’d magically vanished or if Braxton was moving with super speed. Long fingers slid along into my wetness. I almost freaking came right then. Why the hell had I waited so long to do this? My body was wound up tighter than hell, and as Braxton continued to stroke, my lower half moved with him. Our mouths found each other again, and I moaned against his lips as he brought me closer and closer to the screaming orgasm that was in my immediate future.
I wrenched my lips free, gasping to fill my lungs. “I need to touch you.”
If I was doing this, I was doing it the whole way, and I’d wanted to touch Braxton like this for a long time.
His hooded blue eyes caressed my body. “Your pleasure first.”
Damn, this male was going to be testing my alpha all night. I wanted to wrest control from him. I needed to dominate, bite, mark and claim. The only thing saving us was that Braxton and I had established equal dominance a long time ago … but still.
His hands increased their motion, his thumb stroking the most pleasurable of spots. Pressed firmly against him, I was on fire. He applied the perfect pressure, gliding across every smoldering nerve ending.
In a surge of burning need, the intensity which had been building inside exploded. I tilted my head back, nails biting into Braxton’s shoulders as the force of my orgasm ripped through me. It felt as if it started at my toes and built until it ended with my screams of overwhelming pleasure. I forced myself to breathe, more moans emerging as the sensations throbbed. It was the longest, multiple, toe-curling orgasm of my life.