With a groan he crushed his mouth to mine, rolled over and pulled me on top of him. While his tongue wrecked havoc, his teeth nipped, and he sucked my bottom lip. His hands gripped my backside, palming my hips, and the thick bulge grinding against the juncture of my thighs shocked me and made the ache turn to a wicked burn beneath my panties. I didn’t know what I was doing; I knew what I wanted, though. And I knew it was right. I pushed up then, leaving Brax lying on his back and staring up at me in what looked like wonder, and I slid off his hips and moved my fingers over the buttons of his fly. It took me a minute but I worked them all loose, and wordlessly I pulled them off his long, lean legs. He sat up then, and we were face to face on my bed, and he reached for my braid, slid the elastic off the end and threaded his fingers through my hair until it fell long and loose down my back. Over and over, he let it slide between his fingers. Then reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and pushed the thin straps off my shoulders, freeing my breasts.
“Christ Jesus, Gracie,” his raspy voice spoke quietly, somewhat pained. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
His harsh confession almost made the air jolt to a stop. Breathing became impossible; only I knew we were too far apart. Sliding one thigh, then the other over his lap, I straddled him, his erection hard and pressing against me in the most intimate of ways yet … not quite there. Not satisfied, not close enough. His hands fell over my breasts, and with my hands I held his face. “So are you.” Perched high enough that I had to look down at him, I pushed his hair back with one hand, fingering the puckered scar at his cheekbone, then I pressed my mouth to his in a feathery, timid kiss. Unsure. Completely sure. “I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life, as I want you.”
With a guttural groan he palmed the back of my head and again crushed our mouths together in a primal kiss; he devoured me, suckled my lip, tasted my scar with his tongue, and his hands left nothing untouched. He turned me onto my back, followed me down, and while driving me insane with his teeth nipping at my lips, his other hand edged my panties down, and then his fingers were inside of me and I sucked in a surprised breath. Brax drew it in, swallowed it, and kissed me deeper. His fingers moved, touching places I never knew existed, and the sensation nearly brought a yell from my throat. I writhed against his hand, trying to close in, wanting something deeper, something more. My own fingers pushed at the boxer briefs he wore; snug over his muscular buttocks. I couldn’t reach, couldn’t get them down far enough, and Brax turned me loose just long enough to help me. He laid atop me, with nothing but skin touching skin, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands everywhere. Still I burned, I ached, and I arched against him, seeking relief. My mind wasn’t thinking any longer; it just reacted, and my hand reached between our bodies until my palm sought the velvety steel of his erection. I wrapped my fingers over it, amazed, frightened, and the burn caught fire. Brax let out a groan that sounded as tortured as how I felt.
Then his upper body disappeared over the edge of the bed, and when he sat up I knew he’d retrieved a condom from the wallet in his jeans. He ripped the package off with his teeth, removed the thing, and his hand disappeared into the shadows as he slid it on. He returned to me, his body over mine, his lips settling against my lips in a gentle, thorough kiss. “Are you sure you want this, Gracie?” he whispered against me.
“I want you,” I answered. And I knew I did.
Braced above me on his elbows, he nudged my thighs open with one knee then entered part of the way. I sucked in a breath and dug my fingers into Brax’s back, my heart racing, my breath painful as it lodged in my lungs. He stilled then, waiting, kissing my mouth in a slow, erotic dance that intensified the longing and ache between my thighs. His mouth moved to my ear as he gently began to rock.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Gracie Beaumont,” he whispered gruffly. “Dreamed it even. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
The tight fit of Brax inside of me eased as he moved, until he filled me, and it was delicious and addictive. His gaze never left mine as he rocked slow at first, then faster, and I moved with him, my legs wrapping around his waist and my fingers digging into his shoulders as I held on. His mouth found mine, then he tore it away with a groan and buried his face in my neck.
A slow, gradual sensation began to build at my core, slowly emerging from a place so hidden within me I didn’t know it even existed. The more Brax moved, the more intensified it became until he thrust again, sending a delicious surge through me. “Brax,” I cried, and I dug my fingers into his skin. Like a mirror shattering from the sun behind my eyelids, I exploded, gasped and writhed with the rhythm as the waves fell over and over and over my head. Brax’s groans rumbled against my neck, his fingers dug not painfully into my hips, revealing his own release, and my mind scrambled to make sense of anything, everything. He slowed, grew still, burrowed his mouth into the crook of my neck and tried to rein in his ragged breath. Contentment and wonder flooded me; everything about him made my insides sing, and a smile settled over my mouth in the dark.