How to Resist Prince Charming(32)

Lenna moved back against him. “Okay,” she told him in a high voice. “We can fool around.”

His low chuckle had her loins tightening.

Lenna covered his fingers at her waist. Guiding him, she started to rotate his palm around her stomach. He found his way under her shirt and caressed her warm abdomen, circling her belly button. Every once in a while, his fingertips dipped an inch into the waistband of her skirt. When Braxton licked under the ear he’d been nibbling on, Lenna shuddered.

“You’re going to make the other ear jealous,” she purred, forgetting all about lattes and celibacy.

“Well, we can’t have that.” He obediently started to tease her other lobe as his fingers continued to toy with her abdomen.

He wasn’t moving up toward her bra or down into her underwear, but he was staying chastely at her waist, driving her insane.

Taking control of matters, Lenna sucked in her stomach, grabbed his wrist, and manually moved his hand south.

“Oh, God, Lenna,” he gasped when his fingers slipped inside her panties. “Are you sure?”

Hell, no, she wasn’t sure.

But she bit her lip and nodded. Braxton ditched her ear and rested his forehead on the back of her shoulder as he encountered pubic hair. Needing to grab onto something for support, she bowed forward and gripped the edge of the counter in front of her.

“Don’t stop,” she told him.

He let out a strangled laugh. “Wasn’t gonna.”

His fingers kept on their slow and steady path until he had one planted firmly in her warm center. Then two.

Oh God, three.

Lenna rocked against him. She threw back her head and smiled when he groaned.

“That feels...so good,” she told him as he stroked her, coming all the way out to slick moisture over the sensitive outer rim and then going back in for more. He repeated the action again and again with maddening slowness.

Lenna’s fingernails dug into the tiled countertop. “Don’t stop...please. Braxton. Braxton!”

He made an unintelligible sound and quickened the pace, then latched his mouth onto the back of her neck and cupped a breast with his free hand. Lenna bucked against him, and her body splintered.

She cried out a choking scream, her hips jerking erratically. Braxton held on tight, massaging her through the storm.

By the time she released her hands from the countertop, she was surprised her fingers hadn’t left grooves. She stared at the smudged fingerprints she had made, and laughed.

Oh, wow. She felt good. She felt wonderful.

Unable to contain her body’s delight, she continued to laugh.

“Oh, my God. That was fabulous, Braxton...”

Behind her, he slowly removed his hand from her panties and took a step back. “God damn. I could become addicted to this. You come apart too easily.”

Lenna spun around, absolutely glowing. But her smile fell when she saw him physically shaking. His eyes were unfocused, and a sheen of sweat matted his hair to his forehead.

“Braxton?” she said, reaching for him.

He caught her hand with both of his and squeezed her fingers as he looked down at her completely clothed body.

“That was,” his voice wavered. “That was so God damn hot.”

Sighing in relief, Lenna whispered his name and came toward him for a kiss. He caught her lips with his and latched on desperately. Taking her face in his hands, he gave her a mind-blowing kiss.

Wanting to pleasure him as much as he’d pleasured her, she grasped the top button of his pants. With a groan, he clutched her wrist and tugged her back.

“Lenna.” He pressed his forehead to hers and swallowed. “I can’t. Too close. What about...what about the no-sex—”

“It was the stupidest thing I ever thought up.” Pulling her hand free of his grip, she took hold of his zipper’s tab and opened his jeans.

When her hand burrowed into his underwear and gripped him, he panted. “Okay! Okay, in that case, hurry.”

She tugged his pants down over his hips, but Braxton paused her again. This time, he freed his condom and covered himself before going any further.

Lenna grinned and whipped down his trousers and underwear the rest of the way. Then she bundled up her skirt just enough to reach her own panties, which she slipped down her legs slowly.

“Christ,” he breathed, staring at the lacy piece of lingerie that pooled around her bare ankles. He ran his gaze up her legs to focus on her jean skirt. Lenna pulled her blouse off over her head while Braxton snagged her hips and lifted her to sit on the countertop.

He kissed her, making love to her mouth as he gathered her skirt up around her thighs. Then he put one hand on each of her knees and moved them apart. Stepping between them, he slid his mouth to her jaw and nipped her with his teeth. Lenna gripped his hair and gasped as he thrust inside her.



She was already wet from her climax when he pushed home with so much unexpected ease that he had to clench his teeth and groan. Throwing back his head, he moved, focusing on nothing but the pressure building in his dick. With every thrust, it doubled and intensified, zinging overwhelming sensations through him from base to tip.

This wasn’t something he was prepared for.

The pleasure was like nothing before. It caught him off guard and made him pause mid-pump to remember if he’d really put on protection this time; it just felt too good for there to be a layer between them.