Page 33 of Braxton

Quinn pulled back and looked up at him. “What now?” she asked, searching his face.

“Hunter should be here soon and—”

“I meant us,” she interrupted.

He froze, not sure how to respond.

“What happens next withus, Brax?” she clarified softly.

They were still holding each other, and the moment his focus dipped to her lips, a throat cleared and the sound of a chopper filled the air. They immediately let go and took an awkward step back.

Brax looked over at Gray. Despite the carnage he’d just witnessed, the big man looked more at peace than Brax had ever seen. Well, other than when he was holding Aubrey. He was studying them intently, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t comment.

Hunter arrived not long after, and Brax was more than ready to get back on the jet and return to San Francisco. His thoughts were all over the place and he needed to sort them out.

Did Quinn want to try things again? Or just have one final goodbye fuck?

He had no idea, but he was going to find out.

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Quinn stood in the small bathroom on the plane and stared at her disheveled reflection in the mirror.Guess that’s what happens when you tangle with the king of the jungle,she thought wryly. She’d removed the wig and now her red hair looked a little flatter than usual, so she gave it a shake and good fluff. Her heart was still pounding as she came down from themission high. Excess energy vibrated through her body and she had no outlet for it.

Lifting her hand to wipe a smudge of dirt off her cheek, she startled when the door suddenly opened. Spinning around, she came face to face with Brax. She knew that look on his face only too well. And it could only be described as hungry.

Their gazes locked and the air suddenly heated up like someone turned the oven dial to broil. The sexual tension between them pulsated, and so did her nether regions. Pressing her lips together, lost in the molten silver of his hypnotizing eyes, she barely had time to think before he stepped into the tiny bathroom, grabbed her hips and lifted her, setting her ass down on the edge of the sink. His mouth slammed against hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck while her legs tangled around his waist.

They both let out a guttural moan as sensation and desire overwhelmed them. She couldn’t get close enough and she squeezed her legs, drawing him right where she needed him. With her dress hiked up around her waist, he ground his pelvis against the center of her wet panties. The kiss grew wild, out of control, as they devoured each other. It had been far too long and she’d missed him desperately. It felt like she’d only been breathing with half a lung the past five years, and now she was taking full, deep, exhilarating breaths of the freshest air.

Rolling her hips against his hardness, their tongues licked and tangled. Brax cupped her face, angled her head back and drank deeply. “Fuck, you taste good,” he growled, thrusting against her center.

A needy sound tore from her throat, and her hands slid down his muscular back and rounded over his firm ass. After agood squeeze, she bucked against him, wishing they were naked and he was sliding inside her.

It seemed like nothing had changed in their time apart when it came to the power of their potent desire. She still wanted him with a fierce passion and, if she were being honest, she’d never fully let him go. No matter how hard she’d tried, it had been impossible. Almost as though he were a part of her very self and just as necessary as an organ she needed to survive.

“I need you,” she begged, writhing against him.

He tore his mouth away, hands still holding her face, and it seemed like he was looking into her very soul. “I missed you,” he whispered in a ragged voice. “So damn much.”

“I missed you, too.” She lifted her hands, running her fingers through his tousled curls.

He pressed his forehead to hers and she squeezed her eyes shut. The connection between them blazed hotter than ever on every single level.

“Even though I shouldn’t, I still want you,” he admitted.

She pulled back, feeling a little dazed. In her heart of hearts, she knew she never stopped loving the infuriatingly stoic man before her. And, God knew, she’d tried.

“You make me feel alive, Quinn.” He kissed her again, and this time his mouth moved over hers in a slow, sensual dance, his tongue teasing and his teeth nipping.

“When does this plane land?” she rasped, sliding a hand down and cupping his steel cock. When he thrust into her palm, she squeezed, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.

“Three hours, twenty-seven minutes and…” —he glanced at his watch— “...thirty-two seconds.”

She chuckled. “Always so precise.”

His hand slid between her legs, cupping her mound. “I aim to please.”

“Mmm.”

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