Always Have: A Bad Boy Romance(34)

“Are you sure about this?” I ask.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I want to ask about Selene. What is she going to think? She’s going to be pissed—we both know that—but I don’t want him to stop looking at me this way.

“What if this is a mistake?” I ask.

“It isn’t,” he says, his voice forceful. Vehement. “It can’t be a mistake.”

I don’t want to lose him. When this ends, when we crash and burn—because this is Braxton and I know how this ends—I don’t want us to be over forever. How would I live without him?

But I’m too far gone to let that stop me now.

He glides his hand up my waist, brushing the side of my breast, up to my neck. He wraps his hand around the back of my head, his grip firm.

“I want you, Kylie,” he says. “I’ve wanted you for longer than you can imagine.”

Words completely fail me. I stare at him; his face is so close, his eyes boring through to my soul.

He takes my mouth with his—f*cking takes it, like it belongs to him and always has. This is the kiss I expect from Braxton. Hard. Determined. Possessive. His hand holds my head in a steel grip, his lips firm. His tongue caresses mine, luxurious but forceful. I couldn’t keep my eyes open if I tried, and my mind goes blank. He’s completely overwhelming, kissing me in a way I’ve never been kissed in my entire life. I’ve never felt so open, so vulnerable. So needed.

I run my hands up his chest and grab his shirt, like I need to cling to him to keep from drowning. Our kiss deepens, sweeping me away with its power.

He pulls away and I try to follow. I don’t want him to stop.

“I’m going to show you, baby girl,” he says, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Show me what?” Apparently I can still form words.

“Everything,” he says. “Everything I’ve ever felt for you. I’m going to love every inch of you tonight.”

He kisses me again, running his fingers through my hair. Fuck, he’s good at this. I’m completely in his control. He could do anything with me right now.

He leaves my mouth and kisses a trail down my neck. I tip my head back, leaning against the door. His body presses against mine and—

Oh shit, is that—

“Do you see what you do to me?” he says into my ear.

His cock is rock solid, pushing against my hip, and it feels … huge. Like, holy shit is this for real? huge.

“What do you think, baby?” he asks. “Do you want me to f*ck you against the door? Or should I take you to my bed for our first time?”

My eyes roll back into my head. “I want you to f*ck me everywhere.”

He groans into my neck. His hands slide to my ass, and he hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist; he carries me to his bedroom, holding me like I weigh nothing.

He lays me down on his bed. I’m on fire with anticipation, my * hot, my body tingling. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the side, then slides off his pants. His cock bulges in his boxer briefs, almost sticking out the top. I’ve seen him shirtless a million times, but this time I don’t have to pretend I don’t notice. He’s f*cking perfect. Broad chest, rippling abs and holy shit, the V. It cuts down between his hips, like a muscular arrow pointing to his cock. He might as well have Kylie, You Want This written across his abs.

He raises an eyebrow at me, one corner of his mouth turning up in a grin.

“You are so sexy when you look at me like that,” I say.

“Baby, I’ll do anything to keep you talking to me that way,” he says. He pushes his underwear down and kicks them off, revealing his magnificent cock, then smirks at me again.

“Like what you see?”

“Holy shit, Braxton,” I say. “Is this really happening?”

“It’s definitely happening,” he says. “And it’s going to keep happening.”

He unbuttons my jeans and slides them off. My heart races. Is Braxton really undressing me? I sit up a little so he can pull my shirt over my head.

“This time,” he says, “I don’t have to look away. “Turn over.” He grabs my hips and flips me to my stomach. He unfastens my bra and I let the straps fall off my arms. Then he pushes his hands beneath my panties, sliding them down my legs.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “This time?”

“When you were sick, I had you naked in the shower. God, I wanted to touch you then. But holy f*ck, look at that ass.” He kneads his hands into my flesh.

“That really happened?” I ask. “I thought it was a fever dream.”

“No, it was real,” he says. “Too f*cking real. But this—Kylie, this is worth the wait.”

He grabs my legs and pulls me down so I’m tipped over the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. He presses up against me and leans down so his body touches the entire length of mine. His skin on mine is sublime. I shudder at the feel of his heat, his skin, his cock pushing against my ass. He slips a hand beneath my belly and lifts my upper body. I tip upward, his chest against my back, and hold myself up with my arms. His hand trails down. He kisses across my shoulder, to my neck. His hand reaches between my legs and I gasp. He finds my clit instantly, like he already knows exactly where to touch me. Pleasure jolts through me, taking the breath from my lungs.