Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans Book 4) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,94
it’d be,” he said.
“What is?”
“Your pubic hair,” he told her and watched her brow furrow as she ducked her chin and glanced down at the little line of hair that created a landing strip above her plump, swollen lips. “I thought it’d be dark like your eyebrows. But it’s blond. Not quite as blond as your hair, but pretty close.”
“You’ve been thinkin’ about my pubic hair?” she asked incredulously. Then she raked in a startled breath when he closed the distance between them.
Her smooth belly welcomed the hardness of his shaft. Her tight nipples abraded the hair on his chest. Just as with any time they touched, a strong voltage seemed to crackle over his skin.
Warm. She was so damned warm. Soft. So unbearably soft. He wanted to make her warmer and softer still. Love her so long and so hard she became putty in his arms.
“I’ve been thinking about everything about you,” he admitted, then silenced whatever reply she might have made with a kiss.
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11:37 p.m.…
Maddy moaned when Bran’s tongue speared deep. His hands were on her breasts, softly kneading, his fingers gently strumming. As for her hands? They were everywhere. His thick hair. His broad shoulders. His flexing back.
She wanted to touch all of him. Learn every single one of his textures. Hard and smooth. Rough and warm. The more she touched, the hotter he burned, the louder he growled, the more urgent his mouth became.
“Let me just…” He trailed off and worked a hand between her back and the wall, palming one globe of her ass and lifting her slightly so he could rub himself against her. “God, you’re soft,” he whispered, sliding his tongue into her ear as a drop of passion oozed from his tip and left a warm, slick spot above her belly button.
Between her thighs she was already wet. Ready. So ready. She’d been ready for months. Maybe she’d been ready for this, for him, her whole life.
“Bran,” she whispered against his scratchy cheek between wet, biting kisses along his jaw. “Please make lo—” She stopped herself before she could say Make love to me. Instead she finished with “Make this night somethin’ I’ll never forget.”
“Maddy, I—” He stopped himself too, and her heart clenched. She felt like something important, something portentous was dangling off the edge of his tongue.
“What?” she demanded. “What is it?”
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose near her temple, breathing her in. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
It wasn’t exactly what she expected to hear. Perhaps it wasn’t exactly what she hoped to hear. But it was still pretty darn good.
In Bran’s arms she felt beautiful. The way he held her, so gently yet so desperately. The way he kissed her, like he wanted to devour her whole. The way his big body shivered when she touched him.
Yes, with him she was beautiful.
“Please, Bran.” She reached between them to palm his hot, hard length, kissing his chin, delighting in the prickly stubble that tickled her lips. He groaned when she stroked his shaft. He was so thick she couldn’t close her fist around him. And his heavy veins pulsed against the pads of her fingers, keeping his member stiff and engorged. “You’re ready. I’m ready. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
It was all the invitation he needed. With a hungry moan, he picked her up and sat her atop the desk. Eep! The metal was cold against her bare bottom. Oh, heavens to Betsy, yes! His mouth was hot against her lips.
“Stay right there.” His voice was full of desire. “Don’t move an inch.”
The air inside the little room was warm and humid. A thin layer of sweat dampened his skin and made it glow with health and vigor.
And he calls me beautiful? He was the gorgeous one.
She had to curl her hands around the lip of the desk to keep from reaching for him when he backed away to grab his shorts and pull out the strip of condoms he’d stuffed in the pocket. Every move made his muscles ripple. He sported more than his fair share of scars, she noticed. Little badges of bravery. But they only seemed to highlight his perfect proportions. Tan skin, broad shoulders, and lean hips. Legs, chest, and belly lightly dusted with hair. He looked like he should grace the cover of a men’s fitness magazine.
A dirty men’s fitness magazine, she thought a bit giddily, watching him rip open a condom packet with his teeth.