On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,17

letting the cool air whisper across her nipple. It puckered up for Braden’s kiss and he relished the sound of Jocelyn’s gasp as he sucked it into his mouth. Desire flooded him as she rubbed against Braden’s erection.

“I can’t wait,” She breathed, gripping at his shoulders.

Yeah well, neither could he. Braden unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hand inside her underwear to test just how ready she was. “Christ.” His head fell against her chest as he slid his fingers in and out of her sweet body. “So wet and tight, babe. Always.” It made him feel like the luckiest man in the goddamn world that he could elicit such a reaction in her.

“Now,” Jocelyn growled, digging her nails into his skin and spurring him on. “Braden.”

Needing to be inside her he held her and moved across the room only to bring them both down onto the couch. And then his hands couldn’t act fast enough. Soon he had her completely naked, her needy pleading filling his ears and making his heart thump hard.

Braden tried to control himself. He didn’t just want this to be a passionate coupling where they took out their frustration and anger on one another. He wanted Jocelyn to be fully cognizant of what she was asking and that by asking for it, she couldn’t run away afterward.

He gazed at her sprawled beneath him, her breasts heaving with excitement, her hair spread out all around her head like spun dark gold. And those eyes. Those exotic, fierce eyes that were soft with seduction. She was so beautiful it actually hurt.

He pressed a hand to her belly and felt it quiver beneath his touch with desire. Teasing her, he smoothed his hand gently up her stomach, between her luscious breasts, to her silky jaw. He bent his mouth to hers and whispered against it, “Ask for it.”

Her answer was to pull down the zipper on his jeans, slide her fingers into his boxer briefs and close a fist tight around his dick. A groan fell from his lips as she tugged him out of his jeans. His eyes closed with the pleasure of her tight grasp and his breathing stuttered.

“I want you to fuck me,” She licked at his lips and his eyes shot open. “Please.”

And that was it. He was a goner. He shoved his jeans further out of the way and helped her guide his cock to her entrance. Her slickness eased his way and her hands moved to his ass, her fingers biting into his muscle as she urged him to fuck her.

Which he did with pleasure.

“Harder,” She moaned. “Harder, Braden. Harder.”

Nothing made him harder nor more desperate than her sexual pleas. He kissed her and then slammed home. Because this, right here, with Jocelyn was home for him. God, he needed her to see that.

When climax finally hit them both, Braden thought it would never end. He saw the awed, glazed look in Jocelyn’s eyes and new she’d felt it too.

Had sex ever been better this? He couldn’t think when.

Fuck.

She was going to be the death of him. But Christ it would be the sweetest death.

Braden groaned and collapsed against her, unable to hold himself up any longer. He salivated over the stroke of Jocelyn’s hands on his ass, a tender caress that pleased him.

Feeling her skin damp with perspiration, he turned and pressed a kiss to her skin.

Was she as sated as he was? Or was she still pissed? No better way to know than to ask. So he did.

She sighed and then explained. “I was going home to do what I should have done eight years ago. I was going home to say goodbye to my family.”

Braden grew still as remorse flooded him. He’d torn up her fucking ticket. Shit. “God, I’m so sorry, babe. About the ticket.”

“I can reprint it. And… I was thinking about staying in Virginia permanently after Ellie is back on her feet.”

The remorse fled quickly, replaced by cold panic. “Over my dead body.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that.”

Annoyed he grunted. “I’m still inside you.”

“I can feel that.” She had the audacity to smile.

“Well at least let me get out of you before you tell me you’re attempting to leave me.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I’m doing yet.”

Braden exhaled slowly and withdrew from her reluctantly. He tucked himself back into his jeans and sat up, holding out his hand to her. She let him pull her up to her feet, and followed him up the stairs