Braydon(61)

“Did you like that?” he asked, the warmth of his body once again looming over her.

“Yes,” she whispered, so delightfully sated that she could barely speak.

The bed shifted and the cool air from the ceiling fan caressed her naked body. That was when she realized Braydon had left her. She peeked out of one eye to see him rummaging through his wallet.

“There are condoms in the nightstand,” she told him, assuming that was what he was looking for.

His wallet landed on the floor as he went for the drawer. A minute later, he was slowly sinking into her as she looked up at him.

“Oh, God, Jessie,” he growled, the words a mere whisper. “This is the absolute best place in the world. Right here, deep inside of you.”

Jessie found that she loved when he talked. It didn’t matter what he said. It was how he said it. The sound of his voice made her body yearn for him. She loved the aggressive man who had seemingly come out of his shell. Never had she seen this side of Braydon before. Especially not during sex. She knew it had a lot to do with their previous situation, which was why she found she liked this so much more.

One on one with Braydon was the best place in the world to be.

She rode wave after wave of exquisite sensation as he began sliding into her, pulling out. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but the sudden and frequent thrust of his hips as he entered her told her he was holding back.

“Harder, Bray. Fuck me hard.”

She met his gaze, saw the intensity radiating there. It wasn’t just lust that she saw glimmering in his blue-gray eyes. It should’ve scared her, should’ve made her want to distance herself, but Jessie knew she was long past that point. They might’ve gone into this backward, but there was no turning back. She’d fallen in love with him before tonight. The way he looked at her only sealed her destiny.

Her headboard thumped the wall and Jessie lifted her arms, pressing against the wood.

“Oh, yes, baby.” Braydon increased the tempo as he deepened the penetration. Jessie was riding a high that had her body trembling, launching her closer and closer to what she anticipated would be a devastating release. One she anxiously looked forward to.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Oh, yes. Just like that.” He slammed into her over and over while she used her arms to hold herself in place.

“Jess, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.”

That did it. The titillating words in that deep, rich bass sent her spiraling out of control once again.

“Fuck, Jess. Oh, hell. Your *’s so tight. I’m gonna come, Jessie.” An animalistic growl followed his words, and Braydon stilled above her. She felt him pulsing inside of her as they both fought to suck in air.

Neither of them had looked away. Not once. And right then and there, in the dim yellow light cast from the small lamp on her bedside table, Jessie was quite certain that he knew as well as she did that they’d crossed a line they might never be able to uncross.

The question for tomorrow would be what they were going to do about that.





chapter FOURTEEN

Sunlight was spilling in through the faux-wood blinds when Braydon stirred. The first thing he noticed was the warm woman lying against his side, and he was tempted to drift off once again. Hell, he’d be content to stay in bed all day if she would let him.

But Braydon knew that with morning came regret. And he wasn’t about to let Jessie wake up before him. The last thing she needed was too much time to think.

It took him a few minutes to get his eyelids to cooperate, but he finally managed to force his eyes open.

“Hi,” Jessie whispered, her chin resting on her hand, which was lying on his chest.

“Hey,” he responded, a little surprised to see she was already awake.

“Hungry?” she asked.

Braydon just grinned, purposely letting her think he had misunderstood her question.

“I’m ready if you are, cowboy,” she teased, her fingertips trailing down his stomach.

Braydon bucked when she tickled the sensitive area at his groin, making her laugh.

Jessie tried to get away, her hand caressing his cock in her attempt to tease him some more.

Completely onto her game, he grabbed her hands and restrained her, keeping her in the same position so he could watch her. She was feisty in the morning. He liked that about her.

Hell, he liked everything about Jessica Prescott.

“As appealing as that sounds,” he began, holding on to her wrists when she tried to get away again, “nature’s calling.”

“Well, by all means,” she said, falling back on the bed but keeping her eyes on him. The smile on her face made his heart lurch. She was so beautiful. “When you’re done there, maybe we can take a shower together.”

Braydon sat up, draping his legs over the edge of the bed and putting his feet on the hardwood. For the first time since he’d opened his eyes, he glanced at the clock.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Jessie asked, the bed shifting behind him.

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

Braydon reached for his jeans, lying on the floor beside the bed. He felt around for his cell phone but came up empty.

Shit. His cell phone was in his truck because last night he hadn’t planned on staying the night. He needed to check the damn thing, but first things first. He slipped on his boxers, then yanked on his jeans and stood. Without bothering to zip or button them, he made his way to the attached master bath, pushing the door closed behind him.