“Braden,” I whispered, his name a plea.
He rubbed his c*ck between my legs, teasing me mercilessly. I rocked back and forth against him until it was too much.
“Please,” I whimpered.
I lost his heat, but it was quickly replaced with his strong fingers slipping between my legs and deep inside.
He groaned to find me already wet and just like that his fingers were gone, a zip sounded, and his c*ck slammed into me. I whimpered again, my chest pressed to the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as Braden held me tight by the h*ps and thrust roughly in and out of me.
The build started quickly and I found myself rearing back against his dick in desperation.
“Harder?” he growled.
“Harder,” I gasped.
He pumped harder into me and just as I was on the cusp of coming, Braden pulled out, flipped me over onto my back as if I weighed nothing, and took hold of the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my head. He tossed it aside, hurriedly removing his own shirt before gripping my thighs, spreading my legs, and jerking me toward him so only my back was pressed against the bed.
Our eyes locked and we both moaned as he slid back inside me.
As he f**ked me toward oblivion we kept our eyes locked, the connection heightening our arousal, shooting us toward cl**ax faster. His panting breaths and my gasp filled the night air until his c*ck drove deep, shattering the fragile tension inside of me.
“Jocelyn,” he groaned as my inner muscles squeezed him. He jerked hard against me, shuddering as I felt his release inside of me.
After a moment he wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped my limbs around him, allowing him to drag me farther up the mattress. As soon as I was fully on the bed, Braden collapsed over me, his mouth nuzzling my neck as I squeezed my thighs around his waist and stroked the damp skin of his muscular back.
He lifted his head to press a soft kiss to my mouth, asking as he pulled back, “Did I make my point?”
I raised an eyebrow. “That you’re still a freaking caveman? Yes.”
His chuckle made him shake against me in a way I loved and I was disappointed when he rolled off of me. That disappointment quickly faded when he pulled me into his side.
“I should clean up,” I murmured.
“In a bit.” He sighed. “I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you. I made a point.”
“It was embarrassing . . . also . . . was it really just about the guy? Honestly?”
“Of course.” He kissed my hair. “And . . . maybe the bikini. Maybe you shouldn’t wear that one again.”
“I thought you liked that bikini.”
“I do like that bikini, but so does every man on this resort with a dick he knows how to use.”
“Hmm, okay.”
He snorted. “You know I hate to point this out since we’re speaking again, but you’ve acted worse when you’ve found women flirting with me.”
Dammit.
“Okay, true. But I thought we were trying to be grown-ups now that we’re married.”
“Is that what you were doing at the airport?” He chuckled again. “Being a grownup?”
He had a freaking answer for everything. “Fine,” I grumbled. “I’m sorry for being pissed. I guess I was a little edgy. . . .”
“Because I mentioned kids again?”
I tensed against him. “I just . . . I want to wait a few years, but I don’t want you to be upset about that. I don’t want to disappoint you.”