“Nothing this good could ever be wrong. Now put that supersized brain on power-save mode and play with me.” He eased the strap down and took her nipple into his mouth, and she moaned long and loud. His responding laugh was dirty.
“I-I’m sweaty.”
“Is that what tastes so good?”
She gave up after that. Pushing her fingers into his hair, she gripped his head as he licked and sucked her breasts, each stroke making her wet and aching.
“You’ve filled out some since school, little girl.” His eyes were wicked as he looked at her. “Especially here.” His hands cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over the sensitive peaks, making her moan again.
“I could spend a long time worshipping your breasts, Rosebud, but there are other parts of you that need my attention too.”
“Not before you take this off.” Branna grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged it upward until she had it off his body. Her hands were on him then, running over the hard planes of skin that covered all those wonderful muscles.
“You’ve filled out since school, big boy.”
His laugh was forced as she played with his abdomen, stroking each of the defined muscles, her fingers brushing the waistband of his shorts.
They teased and touched—his lips on her, her hands on him. It was hot, and at times rough, and Branna had never experienced sex like this before. The feelings were intense and the need ravenous.
When he’d stripped off the remainder of her clothing, he stood back and looked at her, which was disconcerting, because she couldn’t remember any of the men she’d slept with wanting to just look at her.
“Do I get to look at you too?” she asked.
He started at her feet and traveled upward, and by the time their eyes met, she was panting and he hadn’t even touched her.
“You’re beautiful, Rosebud, perfect in fact.”
Branna snorted, but she didn’t cover herself. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but she knew it wasn’t anything special.
“Whatever, McBride, now get your clothes off.”
His smile was gentle as he continued studying her. “You don’t believe me.”
She closed the distance between them and reached for the zipper of his shorts. He didn’t resist. Instead, he ran his hands through her hair and down her body as she worked. When she had the zipper down, she dropped his shorts and cupped the long, hard length of him through his boxers, stroking her hand up and down until the breath hissed in his throat.
“You’re killing me.”
This time it was Branna who smiled. Removing the shorts, she then stood back to look at him, and oh my, he was fine.
With big shoulders, broad chest, and lots of tanned skin over slopes and plains of muscle, the man was a walking fantasy. She touched him again, trailing her hands down his thighs. Then, dropping to her knees, she took him into her mouth.
“Christ!”
Branna stroked the hot, hard flesh with her mouth and felt the pressure building inside of him.
“No more, Branna. I can’t take it.” Lifting her to her feet, Jake then carried her to the bed. “I’ve been horny since you arrived in town, and if you keep that up, it’ll be over in seconds.”
This time, it was him who was doing the torturing, his mouth and hands running over her until he parted her legs, and then the delicious torment really began. His tongue stroked the wet folds, teeth grazing the tight bud. Her moans turned to sobs as she begged him to do something about the pressure inside her.
“Condom?” he groaned. “I don’t have one.”
“I’m on the pill, had a checkup, and I’m clean. You?”
“You kidding me? I was a fucking doctor.” And then he was there, his big body on top of her as he eased inside her.
The tension built with each delicious slide in and out. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he braced himself on his arms and looked down at her as his body continued to take hers higher.
“God, you feel good, Branna.”
