Page 35 of Braxton

When the door opened, they continued kissing and she jumped up into his arms, wrapping herself around him. Keeping his mouth on hers, their kisses turned frantic as he stalked out of the elevator and carried her straight down to his room.

Dizzy with desire, he finally broke the kiss, fumbled to get his door open then kicked it shut. His personal area was neat and clean with a small table, couch and bed. Brax tossed Quinn on the neatly-made bed and looked down at her, his chest rising and falling hard.

She got up on her knees, never breaking eye contact, and shrugged her leather jacket off. “Get naked, Graves,” she ordered huskily, stripping down to her black bra and matching panties.

“I forgot how bossy you can be in bed.” He reached back, grabbed his shirt collar and pulled the Henley up over his head, tossing it. Before he could get his jeans off, she crawled over and grabbed the zipper, impatiently tugging it down.

“You’re moving too slowly,” she complained. After yanking his jeans and boxer briefs down, she wrapped her greedy handsaround his cock, squeezing, and he groaned. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to the swollen head then licked the leaking tip.

“Christ, Q.” His hips bucked as he slid his hands through her fiery hair, gently moving her head back. “It’s been too long. My control is for shit right now.”

Looking up at him through her long lashes, she tilted her head. “How long?” she asked softly.

He hesitated, debating over her question.Fuck it.Lying had never come naturally to him and he preferred the truth over falsehoods any day.

“Since you,” he admitted in a ragged voice. “It’s always been you, Quinn. Even when I didn’t want it to be.”

Her mouth opened in a perfect, little “O” and he could’ve sworn her eyes brightened with tears. But just for the briefest moment before disappearing again.

“Same.” Her voice was so low, so raw, so full of brutal honesty. “I haven’t been with anyone since you. I just…couldn’t.”

Her voice caught and something inside him shifted. The fact that they’d both been faithful to each other spoke volumes, and his heart constricted with emotion. Five years was an incredibly long time to remain celibate, especially when he’d had plenty of offers. But it was exactly like she said.

No matter how much he’d wanted to pound his troubles away in a meaningless fuck with an insignificant stranger, he just couldn’t do it. A revenge fuck wasn’t his style. He’d given his heart, body and soul to the woman gazing up at him when he’d promised to love and cherish her forever five years ago. His loyalty ran deep, all the way down to his marrow, and now itseemed they were being given a second chance. And he didn’t plan on wasting one precious second.

With a half-feral growl, Brax pounced on her. Reaching around her back, his deft fingers unsnapped the clasp on her bra while tearing her panties off with his other hand. She gasped, now naked beneath him, and he stretched his body out over hers, taking a moment to enjoy being skin to skin with her once again. Something he’d yearned for, but never thought would ever happen.

Breathing her intoxicating scent in deeply, he lowered his face to her neck and began kissing a hot trail downward. He paused to swirl his tongue in the hollow of her neck and felt her pulse pounding wildly.

As much as he wanted to sink his cock inside her wet heat and lose himself, he wanted to explore her more and take time to fully reacquaint himself with every luscious curve. His mouth latched around a pert pink nipple and he sucked until she was writhing beneath him. Moving over to her other breast, he spent an inordinate amount of time worshipping it until she moaned.

“Brax…God…” Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at his unruly curls. They were out of control, and as much as he wanted to cut them, he didn’t. Because he knew she loved them for some crazy reason.

After running his tongue down the valley of her breasts, she yanked his head up.

“Fuck me, Brax,” she hissed. “Now.”

“How about I fuck you with my tongue first?” His fingers found her clit and he began massaging the taut, little bud untilshe let out a husky mewl. “Because I’ve missed that pretty pussy coming all over my face, Cherry.”

Her legs dropped open in response and he sat up, gripped her hips and dragged her closer. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her bottom half right up off the bed. “Wrap your legs around my head,” he ordered.

The moment she complied, he buried his face between her thighs and feasted. She tasted as sweet as he remembered and he couldn’t get enough. He licked teasingly then flattened his tongue and ran it up her wet slit until he reached her clit. Pulling it between his lips, he sucked hard. Her legs quaked and tightened around his head, but he didn’t plan on stopping. Not until she was screaming.

A moment later, she cried out his name, her hips grinding. Brax lowered her back down to the mattress and slid his fingers inside her quivering pussy, slowly bringing her down from the orgasmic high…only to launch her back into the stratosphere again.

“Jesus!” Her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his thrusting fingers and she thrashed, caught up in another orgasm. A primitive wave of deep, masculine satisfaction moved through him as her eyes rolled back and her entire body shuddered.

Licking his fingers clean, savoring her taste, he felt enormous pride in the fact he could still make her come so hard.

Her eyes popped open, so bright green, and she was breathing hard and fast. “Are you trying to kill me?” she demanded.

“Death by orgasm. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Very nice.” She let out a shaky sigh, her gaze dropping to his raging erection. “Now put your cock where it belongs. In me.”

“Roger that, Cherry.”

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