As I neared, I saw the pink in her cheeks travel down her neck, across her chest, and over the tops of her breasts that were barely contained by the towel. “You are so damn beautiful, Kitten,” I rasped, reaching her.
Tilting her chin up with my thumb, I let everything I was feeling for her shine out of my eyes as I lowered my head to brush my lips over hers. I felt her tremble against me for a moment before she released the hold she had on the towel and kissed me back.
She tasted of mint and something addictively sweet, and I ravished her mouth until we were both gasping for our next breaths. Dazedly, she clung to my shoulders as I lifted my head to gaze down at her nakedness. I’d never thought of any one person as perfect, but everything about Nevaeh was just that. She was pure perfection, every single inch of her calling to me to caress, kiss, and brand her as mine.
Stepping back, I offered her my hand. Biting her lip, she placed hers in mine, and I backed toward her bed, pulling her with me. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked her.
“More than anything,” she whispered. “I want you so much, Brax. I need you.”
I jerked her against me, unable to stand the distance between us a second longer. “Baby, I need you too. So fucking much, I can’t think straight.”
She smiled as she stroked the backs of her fingers down my jaw. “Then stop thinking, Braxton. Make me yours.”
Chapter 13
Nevaeh
Rough hands caught me by the hips and lifted me off my feet. On instinct, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I held on as he dropped down on the edge of the bed. “You are mine, Kitten. You always have been. From the first time I saw you blinking back at me on that damn Skype call.”
I pressed my hips down harder on his, only to have my breath catch when I felt his cock flex against my core. “Have you been mine too?”
His brow furrowed at my shy question. “You doubt it?”
“I…don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Please, just tell me.”
“Every second, baby. I have belonged to you in every way.” He cupped my face in hands that openly trembled, his callused thumbs rubbing over my cheeks tenderly. “I love you, Nevaeh Joy Stevenson.”
Tears instantly filled my eyes. I knew he wanted me, could feel just how much pulsing against my core right then, but to have him confess he loved me… It was surreal and earthshaking. “Brax,” I choked out, unable to hold back telling him exactly how I felt in return. “I love you too.”
“Baby,” he groaned, tipping my head back to meet his kiss.
The kiss didn’t last more than a few seconds before his lips released mine. Need blazed out of his dark eyes as he cupped both of my breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over my diamond-hard nipples.
“I’ve dreamed of these,” he muttered. “I should be shot for all the things I’ve wanted to do to them.”
“Tell me.”
But he shook his head. “Not yet, baby. Soon, I’ll show you. But right now, I’m going to make love to you, not fuck you like an animal.”
Something deep inside me clenched, hard, and I felt my core gush. He must have felt the rush of wetness too, because he cursed almost violently, and suddenly, I was on my back and his face was buried between my breasts. “You’re perfect, you know that? So fucking perfect—and mine.”
I wanted to tell him no one could ever possibly be perfect, but his mouth engulfed my left nipple, sucking it against the roof of his mouth. I lost my entire train of thought, combing my fingers through his hair and holding him against me.
Whatever he was doing with his mouth, it felt so fucking good. I didn’t know my nipples were so sensitive, or that he could make me fall apart just by sucking and scraping his teeth over the engorged points. He moved from one nipple to the other, devouring them each in turn until I was mindless and incoherent, needing relief so badly from the pressure building deep between my thighs that I would have sold my soul for just a taste of it.
When he moved farther down my body, I whimpered my protest, but his lips left a damp trail in his wake until he reached my pelvic bone. Dark eyes looked up at me, silently asking me if this was what I wanted.
“Please,” I panted, feeling like I might pass out if he didn’t kiss me where I ached the most. “I hurt so bad, Braxton. Make it stop.”
“Ah, Kitten,” he groaned, his breath fanning over my wet folds. “You should have said you were in pain.”
“I… Oh God!” I cried out as he brushed his tongue over my pulsing clit and then sucked it between his lips. Stars flashed
before my eyes, and I quickly clenched them closed, but they continued to burst behind my lids. I pushed my hips up, grinding against his face in search of fulfillment that was just beyond my reach.
Braxton thrust two fingers inside me, barely going deep enough to press against the barrier that proclaimed me as an innocent. That was all I needed before I was screaming his name. Everything inside me exploded and fused back together in a single instant, shattering and melding into place so rapidly I was sure I lost consciousness for a few seconds before reality set back in.
Gasping for breath, I opened my eyes to find Braxton pushing his basketball shorts down his legs.