302 Forbidden Ave (A Cherry Falls Romance #9) - Jenika Snow Page 0,24

didn't care. I wanted him to know.

“You’re a virgin,” he almost groaned but didn’t phrase it as a question. “I know, baby. I. Know.”

I didn't even ask how he’d known, because I knew the answer. He’d been able to tell, my inexperience screaming out loud and clear. But I didn't care, didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I felt loved and protected and most of all cherished by this man. He held me like I was it for him, like he didn’t want any other woman to hold.

And God help me, but I knew he ruined every other man on this planet for me.

And what an incredible feeling.

“Don’t hold back,” I cried out, the words spilling from me so loud, so right and true, that I could feel them covering me.

Braxton used his body to back me up until the edge of the bed came in contact with the back of my thighs. I was dizzy from my pleasure and allowed gravity to take me down.

He held onto my chin, forcing me to look up at him as he tilted my head back. Then he leaned forward, braced his other hand on the bed, and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply right beside me, right up the length of my throat. I shivered at how primal that act seemed.

“I’ll make it so good for you, Amelia,” he said so close to my mouth but not touching my lips. “I’m your first. And I’ll be your fucking last.” The possessiveness in those words was fierce. It was this power that slammed into me, this heat and gust of energy sucking me down so I’d never see the surface.

I’d never wanted to drown so much as I did right then. With Braxton.

“Braxton.” I said his name softly, because that was the only word I could form at that moment.

He stroked my lips with his tongue and moved his hand down my chest, over my belly, and rested it right between my thighs. “Your pussy is mine.” He pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth until I groaned, and then he slipped his hand inside the waistband of my underwear, cupping my pussy and growling, “You are mine.”

His words repeated over and over in my head, a bond that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

I stared at his chest. Waves upon waves of heat slamming into me. Retreating. Pushing forward. Hard planes of muscle covered every inch of his broad chest, a light sprinkling of dark hair along his defined legs and right below his navel to descend to… his third leg. I wish I was exaggerating that, but Braxton was huge.

The low throb that was present between my thighs now became a fierce pounding that demanded notice.

He stood there completely naked, unashamed nor bashful of his nudity. His cock was rock-hard for me, standing straight, thick, and huge between his thighs. I couldn’t take my focus from it.

“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.” The masculine scent that came from him had my nipples tightening. “I’d give anything to keep you forever.” His words were low and deep.

We stood toe-to-toe, the largeness of his body blocking out everything behind him. The force of his breathing brushed across my face, ruffling the tendrils of my hair in a soft caress. His chest rose and fell quick and hard, and the pulse at the base of his throat beat wildly. Was my need just as evident as his?

My hands shook, but I slid them down his chest and placed them on his rippled abdomen. The hard muscles clenched under my palms, and I slid my hands up the rolling, defined hills of his chest. When I rested them on each of his pecs, the beat of his heart was strong and steady, so unlike my rapidly pounding one.

“Amelia,” he said in a harsh whisper.

I leaned into him, felt the heat from his body seep into mine, and closed my eyes. It felt good to feel his warmth. When I looked into his face, the fierce expression of desire reflected back at me increased my lust for him. Here I was, in nothing but my bra and panties, Braxton nude, and his erection pressed to my belly.

Very gently, I curled my fingers into the hard yet pliant flesh of his chest. “Be my first, Braxton. I want that so badly.”

He took my hand, held it on his chest, right over his heart, and said in a low voice, “I’ll