For The Win (Gamer Girls, #6) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,169

Rhaven dropped his shirt on the floor only to have him begin lifting hers off.

"You didn't answer about the condoms," he said.

"Fuck condoms," she decided, reaching behind her back to release her bra.

Braden toed off his shoes. "You sure? I'm not pressuring you, baby."

"Then start!" Rhaven said as she simultaneously unbuttoned her jeans and used one foot to shove at the shoe on the other. "Braden, I'm ok with you saying you want something. I know I can tell you 'no,' or even just 'not now.' You've more than made that clear."

His hands froze on the button of his jeans. "I just don't want to make you feel like that's why I'm with you."

She got her second shoe off and then looked up at him. This man was so adorable. He was disgustingly sweet. His first thought was always to take care of her, and she appreciated that, but at the same time, she wanted more. She longed for that zing that was almost indescribable.

"I like it when you chase me," she realized. "Even when I'm not sure, you make me want to try new things. Being with you lets me forget, for just a moment, that my body isn't how I want it. I know that I'm safe with you, and that you're not going to laugh at me." She paused. "You make me feel sexy, Braden, and I like how that feels."

He stepped closer, catching her by the waist. "Baby, be careful what you wish for, because I have to work hard to keep my hands off you."

Rhaven pushed her arms between them to open her pants, and then wiggled them down. "Yeah?" she asked, reaching up for his mouth.

His mouth found hers, but his hands moved to help her get the last of her clothes off. She had to pull away to lose her jeans, but the moment she stood back up, he kissed her again, holding her like he never wanted to let go. Rhaven loved the feel of being in this man's arms. The way he pressed into her as he kissed was the biggest turn on, and his strength was a close second. She felt powerless before him, and as their mouths clashed, breathless - yet he was still wearing too much.

Rhaven grabbed his waistband, following it until she found the button. Fumbling, she worked that open and then pulled. The zipper dropped, making Braden groan in approval - and then Rhaven lowered herself to one knee. He didn't try to stop her. In fact, the man didn't even move, but his eyes were locked on hers.

Starting at his thigh, she pressed her hand upward, feeling his muscular legs, the coarse fabric of his jeans, and then the hard ridge struggling to break free. The moment her palm pressed against him, Braden groaned, so she eased his pants and underwear down just a little more, watching every inch of his hard length appear right before her eyes.

"I don't want a gentleman in the bedroom, Braden," she said softly. "I want a monster."

Those words removed the last of his hesitation. The man shoved one side of his pants lower. His other hand grabbed the back of her head. When not only his dick, but also his balls were free, he grabbed himself at the base and tilted his dick down, aiming for her mouth.

"Oh, I can be your monster," he promised. "Open those pretty lips, Rhaven." She did, and he worked the head across her mouth. "Wider."

When her lips parted more, he pushed his tip into her mouth. She could taste the salt of pre-cum, but wanted more. As he leaned toward her, his length slid in deeper. Her tongue pressed against the underside, and her hands found his hips for balance since she couldn't grab him while his hand was still there. Then Braden moved that hand to the side of her face and withdrew.

His palm kept her from following. Just before he was all the way out of her lips, he pushed back in, fucking her mouth slowly. When she looked up, he was staring intently, hunger in his eyes.

"That's my girl," he breathed, driving himself to the back of her throat. "Don't fucking look away. That mouth is mine."

His words sent shivers across her skin as he began to move a little faster. Braden wasn't being gentle this time. He also wasn't being cruel. This man was simply taking what he wanted, and it turned her on more than she expected. Kneeling