“Okay. As long as there’s an escape route for me in the morning.”
I smack her ass again, this time harder, and when she yelps in surprise, I take her mouth again and don’t let up until I have to.
Chapter Nine
Kat
Braxton has my dress off before I can process what’s happening. He tosses me on the bed as though I’m a weightless doll before gripping my ankles and pulling my ass to the edge.
“Braxton!” I squeal, fisting the sheets for support.
He ignores me, widening my legs and then kneeling in front of me. The moment his tongue licks between my slit, I see stars and every part of my body buzzes with anticipation. The man has talent like I’ve never experienced, and if I never leave his bed again, I’d die a satisfied, happy woman.
Braxton’s magical mouth brings me over the edge once again. I’ve never orgasmed so many times in my life, and I’m left wondering how the hell he managed to work my body like a well-played violin.
“Goddamn, I could devour you all fuckin’ night long,” he finally says after twenty minutes of doing just that. He climbs up my body, feathering kisses along my skin. Braxton’s lips slide up my stomach, kissing between my breasts, then up my neck and finally to my mouth. “How do you manage to drive me so damn insane? I want to pound you hard and take things slow with you—all at the same time—because I don’t want this to ever end.”
“Wow…you have a charming way with words,” I tease, chuckling when he cups my breast and flicks my nipple. “I want to taste you now,” I boldly tell him. “Your turn to get on the bed.”
He leans down and pecks my lips quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
His obedience makes me laugh as I climb on top of him so I can drag his jeans down his legs. I order him to remove his shirt, and when I finally get to the holy grail, I lower my mouth and suck him with everything I have. His moans and grunts encourage me, and I love how I’m the one making him crazy.
“Shit, Kat…” His hand fists my hair as he moves my head up and down on his hard length. “You feel fuckin’ amazing.”
I work him fast and hard, and just when I feel his body tighten, he pushes me away. His rapidly breathing has me making sure he’s not going to die on me.
“Bend over,” he demands.
I get on my knees, and when I feel him behind me, he pushes my thighs apart and eases inside me. My body shivers, and my fists grab the sheets as he thrusts into me over and over again, so deep and hard until he’s driving me over the edge.
The feelings I have for Braxton were unexpected, and I literally fought them every step of the way, but never again. I’ve never felt this way before, and by Braxton’s constant need to get under my skin and taunt the hell out of me, I know he feels the same. Every touch makes me feel like I’m the only woman in his world.
“Braxton…” I plead, wanting more. I don’t know how my body can even take anymore, but when it comes to him, it’s never enough.
“Yes, baby. Squeeze that cunt. I’m so fuckin’ close.”
His words encourage my body to unravel, and within seconds, he’s following behind, filling me deep and hard.
As we lie next to each other on the messed-up bed, our heavy breaths are the only sounds in the room. With sweaty and marked bodies, I find myself wanting to curl up against him and beg him to keep me.
“All it took was some crappy muffins and cow shit to get you into my bed,” he says, bursting into laughter as if he’s the only one who gets the joke. I snarl at him, not finding it funny, considering, but at least I no longer have a knee-jerk reaction to junk punch him.
“You really suck at this,” I tease, chuckling with him.
He rolls over and pulls me to his chest. “I want to take you out on a date. A real date.”
I laugh at the irony, considering we’ve skipped the whole dating aspect of a relationship and jumped back into bed together. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll come up with something amazing. It’ll have your panties droppin’.” He flashes me a wink, and I roll my eyes at his pathetic line.
“Okay, but let’s agree on one thing,” I counter. “No more pranks.”
His lips tilt up until he’s smiling ear to ear. “Then you might not want to open a package I had sent to your bakery. It’s a bomb of glitter dicks, and the second you pull it open, it’ll explode everywhere.”
My eyes go wide. “You didn’t.”
“It was an act of passion, I swear.” He holds up his hand as if he’s a Boy Scout.