inside me, his hands moving up from my wrists so his fingers could tangle through mine. Like this, he held me as he gently moved inside me, taunting me towards climax and yanking me back.
“Harder,” I gasped.
His lips skimmed my ear. “Ask for it, Jocelyn.”
“Braden, harder. Fuck me harder.”
I raised my hips and Braden slammed back into me. I cried out, my neck arching. He groaned against my ear as he thrust hard, our bodies so focused on reaching climax his hands let go of mine. I immediately gripped tight to his hips and he cupped my ass, tilting me higher so his cock could slide deeper.
“Come for me, babe,” he ordered roughly.
I nodded, feeling the pressure in my body build. I was almost there. “Braden, Braden…”
His hand slipped between my legs and his thumb massaged my clit in beautiful circles.
“Oh God!” I cried out as he wrenched the orgasm out of me, my sex tightening and pulsing around his cock.
“Fuck.” His eyes widened as he stared down at me, watching me as I came long and hard. I closed my eyes, desperate to break the connection between us in that moment and I felt Braden’s head drop to the crook of my neck as he shuddered, his deep grunt as he came inside me making me spasm against the wet heat of his release.
He relaxed into me, his breath hot on my neck as we both struggled to breathe normally. My muscles felt warm and gooey, my thighs resting against the top sides of his. We smelled of fresh sweat and sex, and I was still pulsing around him.
Wow.
Best. Sex. Ever.
Braden kissed my neck and raised his head, his features soft with post-coital satisfaction. “Jocelyn,” he murmured before he kissed me slowly, wet and deep. When he pulled back, he slid out of me carefully, rolling onto his side, his hand stroking tenderly across my belly as he did.
I stared at him, wondering a lot of things.
Had it been just as earth shattering for him? He’d come hard too, so I hoped so.
And what happened now? Why was he just lying there, staring at me?
I looked up at the ceiling, unnerved by that soft look in his eyes. “Um… thanks.”
Feeling the mattress shake, I turned my head on the pillow to find Braden laughing at me.
“What?”
He shook his head, clearly amused at me for some reason. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to my mouth. “You’re welcome.” He grinned, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “And thank you. Fucking great sex, babe.”
I burst out laughing. From relief. From hysteria. From disbelief.
I’d just had sex, phenomenal sex, with Braden Carmichael. And I was pretty sure we were going to do it again sometime. And I wanted to.
But on my terms. “I’m going to clean up.” I got out of the bed, unabashed by my nudity since he’d made it perfectly clear he liked what he saw. As I strolled casually down the hall to the bathroom, I hoped Braden knew what ‘I’m going to clean up’ really meant: by the time I got back to the bedroom, his ass better be dressed and ready to leave.
But when I got back from the bathroom, his ass was still lying in bed, waiting for me.
I threw my hands to my hips, a scowl furrowing my brow. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be dressed?”
He flashed a taunting smile my way. “Do you know how sexy you are right now?”
I rolled my eyes. “Braden.”
At my warning tone, his smile disappeared and he sat up. “I’m not leaving yet.”
“But you are leaving?”
He didn’t respond verbally. Instead he reached over and grabbed my hand, hauling me into the bed. Damn he was strong.
“Braden,” I grumbled as I found myself lying on my side with his arms around me.
He kissed my forehead. “You smell good.”
Uh what?
I glanced up from under my lashes to see he had closed his eyes.
Was he serious? Did he think he was sleeping with me?
I wriggled out of his hold and turned over, shimmying away, my back to him, hoping he’d take my hint. No such luck. Seconds later his strong arm was around my waist, his hand flat against my stomach, and my body was sliding back across the sheet, colliding with his.
His arm tightened around me, his front hot against my back. I felt the shivery soft touch of his lips against my shoulder. “Night, babe.”