How to Resist Prince Charming(19)

CHAPTER 6




Braxton’s hands were warm, his lips velvet wet, and his erection unyielding. Lenna gasped at the contact and arched into the hard bulge. Loving the zing their tangled bodies created, she threw her head back and ground against him, rubbing her chest along his until her hardened nipples sobbed for his touch.

Neither of them had thought to turn on a light and neither of them seemed to care. Only a dim waver of illumination came in through the window from a flickering streetlamp.

In the near dark, the sense of touch became heightened. Holding her in his lap, Braxton groaned as he cupped the back of her shoulder blades in his hands. He bent his head, buried his nose inside her turtleneck, and kissed her neck, letting his tongue lick over her pulse.

A jolt rocked her to the bottoms of her toes. She bucked, creating more friction against their heated and swelling organs. He let out another strangled groan and fisted his fingers against the back of her shirt, pulling the skin of her throat between his teeth.

“Lenna,” he rasped in a hoarse voice, causing the sound to echo through her chest, where her breasts tightened even more.

“Oh, God.” She moaned. “That feels good.”

Wanting his mouth on hers, she straightened her head, which dislodged his teeth-grip on her throat.

The ends of her hair brushed over his knuckles and he raised his fingers to bury them in her locks as he found her lips. Clutching her head with both hands, he spiked his wet and warm tongue into her mouth.

Lenna vibrated against his erection. The seam in her pants helped alleviate some of the yearning between her legs, so she found herself rubbing harder.

Hissing out a curse, he deserted her mouth so he could grasp the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head. Lenna lifted her arms to assist. As soon as the shirt was off, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists. He kept their hands suspended over their heads as he met her eyes briefly in the dim light and then kissed her again.

His tongue plundered, and Lenna pressed her bra against his chest as his fingers finally started a slow slide down her arms. Thumbs glided over the inside of her elbows and she gasped, surprised such an ordinary spot could be so sensitive.

Her chest heaved with a stuttering sob as all ten of his fingers coasted over her ribcage.

She wanted him inside her…five seconds ago.

But Braxton seemed more fixated on his leisurely strokes than shedding any more clothing.

“You are so soft,” he murmured and pulled his chest away from hers in order to watch his fingers coast over her. When he reached her waist, he tightened his grip to urge her down until he controlled the pace and pressure of her grinding. All the while, his thumbs rubbed a slow circle over her stomach.

“Braxton,” she sobbed.

His hands cruised back along her ribcage until he cupped her breasts. Then he replaced his hands with his mouth so his fingers could fumble with the back clasp. Once the barrier was gone, his lips sought each prominent tip. His teeth held one beaded nub steady as his tongue flicked the puckered surface.

Lenna cried out and grasped his head, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she pulled him closer. As good as his mouth felt on her breasts, though, he wasn’t easing her primary ache.

Her fingers tightened around his hair. “More.”

He chuckled, a low and pleased husky sound that echoed through her entire body and quivered between her legs.

Willing to accommodate her, he scooted back along the mattress, slipping completely horizontal as he did and stretching out his legs under her.

His fingers found the top button of her pants.

Glad they were finally getting down to business, Lenna unzipped his as well. In the dark, they tugged each other’s jeans down. She reached for the front of his underwear.

He rolled them until he was on top. She stroked him through the cloth, making him groan and bite her shoulder.

“Do you have protection?” she asked as she let go of him in order to slide inside the waistband.

He was hot and hard and smooth under her palm. She wound her fingers around him and pumped the entire length.

Above her, his muscles went taut, and he sucked in a breath. “Uh...” he tried to say. “Yeah, I have...I have...” He paused to groan as she moved her hand again. Pressing his forehead against hers, he shifted his hips so that he thrust in and out of her grip. “Condom,” he finally uttered with another groan. “In my...wallet.”

“Good boy scout,” she cooed, stroking him harder in reward.

“No,” he said hoarsely. “Just...oh God...just really hopeful my blind date would work out better than it did.”

She lifted her face, her hand falling still as jealously consumed her. “Disappointed it didn’t?”

His eyes flared open wide. “God, no!”

She smiled, feminine power swallowing up the jealousy, and brushed her mouth across his in thanks.

He moaned a mad sound of need. “I can’t stop touching you. I want to touch and taste every inch.”

Lenna shivered at the very thought of his tongue anywhere near her pulsing, swollen center. “You just made me wet.”

His mouth curved against hers. “Like you weren’t already.” Fingers skated quickly along her body until they were wrapping around the stringed waistband of her panties. “I should warn you.” He tugged her underwear down her thighs. “I go a lot longer when I’ve had this much to drink.”