On Dublin Street(40)

Cool air hit my naked breast and my nipple puckered up invitingly. Braden’s eyes dropped to it and I felt his hand glide up to cup me. He caressed it, his thumb brushing over the nipple and I gasped as it tightened and shot a bolt of lust between my legs. He looked back at me. “You like that, babe?” he murmured, his eyes returning to my mouth. “Do you like my hands on you?”


Well… yeah!


“Or…” his head dipped and his lips brushed softly against mine. “Will any man’s do?”


It took a moment for those words to penetrate and when they did I squashed the hurt and drew back in anger, my arms falling from around him to yank my bra and top back up.


“Fuck you,” I snapped and tried to push by him only to have him press deeper into my legs, his hands grabbing hold of my wrists to stop the fists that were about to fly at him.


“What the hell was that out there?” he fumed at me, but was still definitely turned on, his hard-on digging into me, making my own body go to war with my head.


“None of your business, that’s what it was.”


“Are you f*cking him?”


“None of your business!”


He made a low, irate sound under his breath and tugged on my arms. “Considering I want to f*ck you, it is my business. And considering you definitely want to be f*cked by me, I think it’s in your best interest to answer me.”


“You are an arrogant, egotistical asshat, you know that!” I raged, determined this alpha male douchebag was not going to control me. “I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the last man on earth!”


It wasn’t the most original comeback. I know that. And it was definitely the wrong thing to say.


With my hands still pinned Braden kissed me again, nipping angrily at my mouth, rubbing his hard cock against me in torment. My body keened and my lips fell open letting him in. I tried to put up a pretense of a struggle but my hormones were far more interested in getting laid than having control over the situation.


“Are you sleeping with him, Jocelyn?” he murmured sexily, his lips trailing lush kisses along my jaw.


“No,” I breathed.


“Do you want to sleep with him?”


“No.”


Vaguely I was aware of the grasp around my wrists disappearing and my hands – with a mind of their own – reached for purchase against Braden’s taut stomach.


“Do you want me to f*ck you?” he growled in my ear.


I shuddered hungrily. Yes!


Instead of telling the truth, I shook my head, trying to maintain some kind of control.


And then his hand was cupping me between the legs, two fingers rubbing hard against the seam of my jeans. Excitement flooded me in a torrent of shivers. “Oh God…” I moaned, trying to press closer.


His lips brushed mine and I reached for something deeper, something wetter, but Braden pulled back. “Do you want me to f*ck you?”


Anger exploded over me and I snapped my eyes open to glare at him. “What the hell do you think?”


I tugged his head down, our lips crashing together as I pulled out of him what I wanted. His arms encircled my waist, pressing our bodies together as our mouths fed hungrily on each other. Impatience raged between us, and Braden’s strong hands slid their way down my back and under my butt, lifting me easily. My body understood what he wanted and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he turned around and took two steps to press me against the wall, his erection rubbing against the v of my jeans as his hips thrust into me. Satisfaction and need slammed through me and I gasped against his mouth, silently begging for more.


“Oh f*ck, sorry!” Alistair’s startled voice penetrated the fog and I jerked back from Braden, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath.


I gazed at Alistair in horror as reality returned.


What. The. Hell.


Oh f*ckity, f*ckity, f*ck f*ck f*ck! I sucked at self-control! “Shit,” I breathed out.


Alistair’s confused gaze flew between me and Braden before coming back to me. “Break’s over.”


I swallowed past the panicked and sexually aroused lump in my throat. “I’ll be right out.”


As soon as he was gone, I felt the room close in on me. I was still wrapped around Braden. I unwrapped my legs, and Braden lowered me to the ground. As soon as my feet were stable, I pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back. “I need to get back to work.”


Gentle fingers grasped my chin and forced my gaze up to his. His expression was granite, determined, controlled… and completely at odds with his swollen mouth and mussed up hair. “We need to talk.”


About my complete lack of control and willpower? “I don’t have time right now.”


“Then I’ll come over tomorrow night.”


“Braden-”


His grip on my chin tightened, quieting me. “I’ll come over tomorrow night.”


This was not happening. How could I let this happen? “Braden, I don’t want anything to happen between us.”


He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Tell that to your damp knickers, babe.”