His kisses slowed, even as her heart threatened to fly out of her chest it was pounding so quickly.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded in a quiet yet domineering voice that thrilled her.
Typically, she’d argue at being told what to do, but for some reason, his words—his tone—zinged straight to her clit.
His arm banded under her ass as she locked her ankles behind his back. He turned and began to carry her up the stairs, the friction of his pelvis against her pussy driving her wild. Everything centered on the spot between her thighs. She just needed a little more pressure to push her over the edge. Not caring if it made her look wanton, she threw her head back and pushed her core tighter against him, grinding her hips in circular motions. Sparks of heat spread outward from her pussy and liquid desire flowed through her veins. Her body shook, her muscles tightening.
As they reached the top of the stairs, he cradled her head in one hand, and as if he knew exactly what she needed, thrust his erection hard against her clit. “Come for me, agapi mou.”
Her back arched and she cried out, the pressure inside exploding into a giant fireball.
He stopped in front of a door, gave her a searing kiss, then kicked the door open and strode inside. He carried her to the bed and gently lowered her onto the velvet sapphire comforter. It was a bed fit for royalty and she sank into its warmth, burying her nose in the blanket and inhaling Braden’s scent.
He stood over her, staring down as if wondering what to do to her first. The sides of his mouth tugged up into a small devilish grin. He lowered his body onto her, pressing her deeper into the bed with his weight, and kissed her gently.
Her clothes felt tight and she desperately craved his touch on her naked skin, but he made no move to strip her out of her unsexy Hello Kitty pajamas. She clutched his shirt with the intent of baring his chest to her gaze. He reached around to grab her wrists and pulled them high above her head.
“No touching. Not yet,” he said. “It’s all I can do to stay in control right now.”
She kissed his chin, glad he hadn’t shaved yet. “I want you to lose control.”
He laughed. “It would be all over before it started. Trust me to make you feel good. Then you can touch me all you want. Can you promise me you’ll keep your hands above your head?”
She didn’t need to think about it. The idea she couldn’t use her hands excited her, made her breasts ache with need. “I promise.”
“You won’t regret it,” he swore, raising his torso off her. He slowly drew her shirt over her head, but left it bunched around her wrists like makeshift handcuffs. “Pretty,” he said, brushing his knuckles over the lace edge of her bra at the swell of her breasts.
He tugged down the straps of her bra and kissed each shoulder before moving down her throat to her chest. Growing impatient, she whimpered as he dipped his tongue into her cleavage. When would he take the damn thing off her?
Braden laughed against her chest, obviously enjoying her eagerness. She squirmed against him, trying to convince him to keep going.
“You aren’t good at waiting, are you?” he teased, gazing up at her with hunger in his eyes.
She started to speak when his hands slipped under her ribcage to unclasp her bra. Finally! He either read her mind or she made some sort of expression because he laughed again.
Her bra fell away and he dragged his tongue across each breast, intentionally avoiding both of her beaded nipples. Heat began to build once again in her core and her body broke out in goose bumps.
He stopped and stared at her chest, tracing his fingertips along her ink. “I want to hear the story behind every tattoo. What’s this one?”
“Jack and the Beanstalk.”
Something dark and dangerous flashed over his face. “Tell me you didn’t get it in honor of another man.”
Although it was so old-fashioned, she liked his possessiveness. “Of course not. It’s a reminder of my time in the North Carolina wetlands. The reeds grew as tall as ten feet. They reminded me of the fable of Jack and the Beanstalk. When the artist finished the tattoo, I packed up and moved on.” She couldn’t miss the way he swallowed and flinched with those words. Although she didn’t want to stop, she did want to clarify he knew the score. “Braden, for now, I’m all yours. I want you and I’m willing to share your bed until the audits. But after, I’m still going to leave. Tell me now if that’s going to be a problem because—”
He attacked her lips, swallowing the rest of her words. Forgetting her promise, her hands wound around his neck. He snagged them with one hand and tugged them up to his desired position then dipped down her body to attend to her nipples. He sucked one hard into his mouth, the pressure creating a slight throb in the sensitive skin. His teeth grazed it before soothing it with the tip of his tongue. She blinked back the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill.