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“I
don’t want you to go.” Her timidity was incredibly sexy. He was honestly
growing more intrigued with every word she said.

Her
breasts pressed against her shirt as her breathing picked up. “R—really?”

He
tipped his head. Come on. She couldn’t be that naïve. She had to know she was
appealing as hell. She acted like he was doing her a favor, when in reality, he
couldn’t think of a more attractive woman. “How would you like to do this?”

She
glanced around his apartment. “Should we go to your room?”

“Depends.
What are you in the mood for?”

“I beg
your pardon?”

“What
are you hoping to gain here, Becca? Is there something specific you always
wanted to try? Maybe a fantasy you had?” Figuring this was a one-time
opportunity, he went for broke.

Her
little pink tongue darted out and traced over her full lower lip. “Um… I used
to fantasize that Kevin—I mean—I used to think it would be fun if a guy sort of
came up and was so…full of passion he’d take me like his life depended on it.”

He must
have done something really good to earn this sort of karma. “Do you want me to
take you like my life depends on it?” He hoped she said yes, as that would be
no fucking problem at all.

Her
face flushed and she lifted a shoulder. “It’s sort of all fake if we plan it. I
don’t think it would be the same.”

“Why
don’t we kiss and see where things go?”

The
narrow column of her throat moved as she swallowed. In a hushed voice, she
said, “Okay.”

Braydon
moved to the center of the couch. The energy of the room intensified and seemed
to snap between them, turning electric and making the little hairs on his arm
rise. Inflamed curiosity folded into raw desire as he breathed in her soft
scent. Not wanting to startle her, he hoped she’d meet him halfway. “Come
here.”

Licking
her lips again, she scooted close and he turned into her. Her eyes focused
anywhere but on him. His fingers lifted her golden hair over her shoulder as he
touched his lips to her neck, breathing in her delicate fragrance. At first,
she flinched, but as his lips brushed her rapidly fluttering pulse, her posture
slowly eased. “Mmm. You smell nice.”

His
tongue slowly flicked her ear and nibbled the tiny lobe between his lips.
Sliding his fingers to her other ear, he tugged on the tiny pearl stud,
massaging slowly until she shivered.

“Is
this okay?”

“Oh
yes.” Her voice was breathless.

His
palm caressed her arm, reached for her knee and gently squeezed. “Why don’t you
lie back and get comfortable?”

It was
almost impossible to stifle his chuckle as she gingerly scooted lower on the
sofa.
 
Not much, but it was enough.
Dragging his mouth over the fine contour of her jaw, he traced over the corner
of her mouth. As her lips parted his lust was provoked beyond his patience. “I
really
want to kiss you, Becca.”

Her
chest lifted with each breath. “You do?” Long lashes hid her eyes.

His
lips pressed to the crest of her cheek, dragging out the anticipation. “Mm-hm.
I want to do other stuff to you too, but right now, all I can think about is
kissing you like you’ve probably never been kissed before.”

Soft
breath puffed over his mouth and he could scent the fruity traces of whatever
she’d been drinking at the bar. His fingers coasted up her arm, around her
neck, and through her flaxen hair. His palm cupped the back of her head as his
mouth slowly slanted over hers.

A moan
escaped as his tongue coaxed its way past her lips. Her mouth was soft and
sweet. Kissing her slowly, he drew out her passionate side. His other hand
cupped her jaw, his thumb massaging gently over the fine arch of her cheek. As
her shoulders melted into the couch, she sighed, rocking his body with a
responsive throb.

The
first timid caress of her tongue went right to his cock. He twisted his bulk
and deepened the kiss. Her lips were perfect little slices of heaven, plump and
succulent. It seemed she possessed some unfamiliar quality, a perfect blend of
innocent curiosity that made her angelic. Nibbling her lower lip with his
teeth, he chuckled against her mouth, his thoughts slipping into whispered
words. “You’re an angel.”

Her
delicate hands hesitantly relaxed on his shoulders. Rising to his knees, he
deepened the kiss, urging her lower on the sofa. Her fingers flexed into his
shoulders and her breasts dragged softly against his chest.

Easing
back, he glanced at her through hooded eyes. Her hair was a spiral of gilded
waves fanning out beneath her, her swollen lips a shade darker from kissing.
The most peculiar colored eyes gazed up at him. They were Elizabeth Taylor
eyes, such a fascinating shade of blue they could be mistaken for violet.

His
mouth lowered and captured her lips. Long legs shifted as he settled over her.
Every kiss brought his body to life.
 
Learning each other’s touch with slow caresses, he dragged his hips
seductively over hers and those violet eyes turned luminous.

Who was
this woman? “You have incredible eyes.”

“Thank
you.”

Her
fingers flexed against his arms as soft keening noises traveled from her lips
to his. Easing back, he slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, pausing for only
a brief moment to allow any objections. Her flushed face tipped as she watched
each button come undone. Spreading the shirt wide, his eyes feasted on two
perfect breasts framed in soft white lace.

Trailing
his fingers over the scalloped edging, she arched in response, the violet of
her eyes deepening with arousal. Soft fawn colored lashes lowered as he peeled
the lace cups away and lowered, catching one tiny pink nipple in his mouth.

“Oh,
God,” she gasped, sounding almost panicky.

Pinching
the tight bud gently between his lips, he traced his tongue over the hard tip
and released her. “This okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”
She didn’t sound too sure.

“Becca,
look at me.” He waited until her lashes lifted. “Are you okay with this?”

She
nodded tightly.

“Tell
me what you want. If it’s too much we’ll slow down.”

“I
liked what you were doing.”

Cupping
her breast in his palm, his thumb dragged slowly over the turgid tip. Maybe she
was nervous and simply not used to experiencing such things. “You have very
beautiful breasts.”

Her
blush traveled from her cheeks, darkening her nipples a shade. “Thank you.”

“Can I
see the rest of you?”

She
licked her lips in what he was coming to recognize as something she did
whenever she debated internally. “Do you have…protection?”

He
nodded slowly, his body tightening another degree at what her question implied.

“Then
yes.”

Easing
back, his fingers went to the snap of her jeans. He dragged the zipper down
slowly, her breath quickening with each whispered tick. Matching white lace
panties peeked out of the V of her pants.

Sliding
off the couch, he turned her so her legs were draped over the edge. Plain black
pumps covered her petite feet. Removing her left shoe, he lifted her foot and
placed a kiss on the delicate arch. Her toes twitched and he wondered if she
was ticklish. The image of tickling laughter from her turned him on even more.

Removing
the other shoe he kissed her other arch. Slowly sliding her jeans down her long
legs, her posture twisted, leaving her slightly flushed and disheveled as he
peeled the sleeves of her shirt from her arms.

Displayed
in only a bra and panties, he took his time regarding her. She was absolutely
perfect. He let out a slow breath, feeling a bit outmatched. He wanted to make
it really good for her, but her beauty left him staggered.

Placing
a kiss on her knee, his lips travelled leisurely up her thigh. His fingers
traced the lace edging of her panties and down they came beneath a gentle tug.
Brushing his knuckles over the fine patch of golden curls, he met her gaze.

Watchful
eyes studied him as he slowly nudged her thighs apart. Pink, dewy folds opened
and he was mesmerized.
 
Taking his time,
he kissed down the crease of her thigh, and licked over the tiny pearl nestled
at the peak of her sex.

Her
body jolted and he glanced up at her, but gave her no chance of escape as he
pressed his tongue deep. Her mouth moved over a tangle of whispered words he
couldn’t make out. With soft, penetrating strokes of his tongue, he tasted her.
Her head fell back and she moaned as sweet heat met his tongue.

His
palms glided up her inner thighs, his thumbs parting her folds as he drove her
closer to climax. Her cries increased in volume and rhythm. Sinking the first
finger deep, her knees drew up and she keened. Twisting his wrist, he withdrew
and entered her again. Her arms lifted, elevating her breasts as she gripped
the cushion of the couch behind her wild hair.

His
lips teased her clit as his fingers fed into her slit. Slicked and primed, he
inserted another finger and pressed deep, brushing soft tissue hidden inside.

Her
eyes flashed open. His lips held her tiny jewel tight as he watched her.
Burying his fingers deep, he tickled a bit more and she shattered. Lips parted,
body quivering near violently with each intense tremble, she cried out and he
drank her pleasure.

Quiet,
gasped breaths filled the room as he leaned back. Licking his lips, he gazed at
her, lowering his weight to his heels. “I want to fuck you, angel.”

Her
eyes flared as his crude language penetrated. He was so damn turned on he’d
forgotten she shied away from curse words. There was that little tongue again.
She deliberated for only a few seconds and then whispered, “Yes.”

Standing,
he lifted her like a feather, her languid weight drifting easily into his arms.
She modestly attempted to cover her figure, but he caught her hand and shook
his head slowly. “Don’t hide. You’re beautiful.”

Deep
pink crept from her breasts to her cheekbones as her hand dropped delicately to
her hip. Lowering her feet to the floor of his bedroom, he went to the dresser
and removed a condom, placing it on the nightstand. Turning to face her, he
slowly peeled off his shirt, and reminded himself to take it slow.

“Oh,
boy…” she rasped and he almost laughed. The lights were definitely staying on.

With
deliberate slowness he undid the clasp of his belt. Toeing off his shoes and
socks he slid the pants to the floor.

“Ohmygod.”
Her mouth opened, as she seemed to take a step back, but never actually moved.
That, indeed was the most flattering reaction he could ever recall earning.

Her
attentive appraisal sang to him, bringing a quick rhythm to his heart and
heating his blood. Those violet eyes crawled over every bit of exposed flesh
like a caress.

 
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, voice
husky under the weight of his arousal.

“I…I’m
not sure.” She glanced at his large bed, hesitated, and slowly took a step
closer.

Her
fingers stroked the duvet and she glanced over her shoulder at him. She was
stunning. The long line of her back tapered to her succulent ass. Her hips
flared with feminine flawlessness. Artists couldn’t paint a more perfect
picture.

Her
body tensed when he stepped behind her, slowly dragging his fingers down her
bare arm and grazing his rigid front against her delicate back. “Whatever you
want, angel, it’s yours. Just tell me what you like.”

Slowly
pivoting, she wreathed her arms around his neck and gradually leaned in to kiss
him. His fingers squeezed her hips lightly, nudging her toward the bed.

“Lie
back,” he said, as his mouth brushed over hers.

She
lowered and scooted onto the bed as he gingerly crawled over her. His cock
rested at her hip as his hands learned her curves. Her body stretched and
writhed beneath him as he plucked and licked at her breasts. He made quick work
of removing the bra still twisted around her ribs and tossed it to the floor.

“Braydon,
please…”

Reaching
for the condom, he slowly slid it over his length. “May I?”

“Yes,”
she breathed, opening her thighs for him. His motions had turned a bit more
desperate since they’d reached the bed, but he intended to give her everything
she needed, his own need fueled by hers.

Lining
up his cock with her sex he slowly slid in. Heat wrapped around his length like
a hot glove. His spine tingled as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“Oh
God,” she breathed.

He
withdrew a few inches and slowly thrust deeper. Crying out, her fingers
tightened over his back, nails pressing deliciously into his skin.

His
hand coasted over her soft thighs, curling around her delicate knees as he
lifted and plunged deep. His pelvis kissed hers and he held the position for a
long, delicious moment. Not wanting to rush, he focused on pleasing her. As her
nails scraped over his shoulders he filled her again and again. “Tell me what
you want,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the soft curve of her throat.

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