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The moment he sank home—and it truly felt like coming back to a place where she’d known and missed—they both groaned long and hard. Braxton was extremely well-endowed, but her body welcomed him completely. Like they were made for each other.

Once he was fully-seated inside her, their gazes locked and her world crashed to a halt. Brax was deep inside her once again, something she never thought possible, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment of their time together. Because the past had taught her things didn’t always last, no matter how badly you wanted them to.

Lowering his face, he kissed her deeply as she clutched the rock-hard muscles on his arms for dear life. Bracing himself on an elbow, he grabbed her hand, pushed it against the mattress and their fingers tangled together. Then he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in again, beginning a steady rhythm.

Digging her heels into his ass, Quinn rose to meet each of his thrusts. Each one managed to hit right where she needed. He was precise in all areas of his life, including sex. But that didn’t make him any less passionate. Quite the opposite, because the man was goal-oriented as hell. And right now it seemed like his goal was to make her come for a third time.

A curl fell in his eye as he moved above her, causing her chest to tighten. Her grip tightened around his hand as her pussyclenched hard, trying to pull him deeper. When he began to move harder, faster, she lost all control and her climax slammed into her.

A scream tore from her throat and she bit down on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her body, from the tips of her toes up to the follicles of her hair. The intensity of her full-body orgasm left her shuddering hard and her thoughts scattered.

Brax’s thrusts grew wilder and his entire body stiffened as he spilled inside her with a loud groan. He dropped his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, panting heavily, and she stroked a hand over his head.

It had been a very long time since she’d felt so satisfied and absolutely content. Sliding her fingers through his soft curls, she enjoyed the pleasant aftershocks making her pussy ripple around his still-pulsing cock.

They’d always been explosive together, always had a deep connection, but this…this had been intense in a way like never before. Like the spark between them just reignited and burned a thousand times stronger.

I love you.

The dangerous words hovered on the tip of her lips, but she stayed silent and kept running her fingers through his hair.

“What is it with you and my curls?” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her neck.

A shiver moved through her and she tightened her arms around him. “They’re boyish. You can be so serious sometimesand they remind me you also have a lighter side. One that isn’t always so stoic and proper.”

He lifted his head. “I know how to loosen up.”

She smirked. “I know. My point is, I like when you do. You know, when you let your curls down.”

He gave her a crooked smile and pulled out. The moment he rolled off her, she missed the warm weight of his body. Missed the way his enormous cock had stretched and filled her. Her throat tightened with emotion as it dawned on her how very much he meant to her. Losing him had been the worst thing that had ever happened to her. There was no way she could go through that pain again.

The mattress shifted as he got out of bed and headed into the small bathroom. She took a moment to get her emotions under control. Swiping a hand under her nose, she blinked the threatening tears away.

Quinn Noelle Graves didn’t fucking cry.

So why did she suddenly feel like an emotional basket case on the verge of losing her normally cool, unaffected composure?

Because Braxton Noah Graves had the power to make her come undone in every single way.

Chapter Fifteen

Caught in her swirling thoughts and emotions, Quinn felt all twisted up inside as she watched Braxton pad back over to the bed. His perfect body, honed from years of training, never ceased to amaze her. She bit her lip when he lifted a washcloth and began to gently clean away the stickiness between her thighs.

“I’m not on birth control,” she murmured. His silver eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I know we rarely used protection before…and neither of us has been with anyone else...”

Her voice trailed off when he didn’t respond, and she lifted her hand and began chewing on her nail. Brax reached over and tugged on her wrist.

“You’re going to gnaw your hand off one of these days if you keep doing that,” he told her, sliding back into bed.

“I can’t help it.”

Laying down on his side, facing her, he reached over and cupped her face. “If you got pregnant, I would never abandon you and our baby, Quinn. Especially not after what happened with your dad.”

She nodded, grateful for his words. Braxton was a noble, responsible, stand-up kind of man to his core, but she’d never want him to feel trapped or bound by an unwanted family. Herdad left the moment he’d discovered her mom was pregnant and she’d never known him. Not that she cared overly much because she’d grown up surrounded by the strongest and most supportive group of women. The household consisted of her grandma, mom, aunt and several female cousins. They ranged from widow to abandoned lover to jilted bride to dumped fiancée. It wasn’t too surprising that men had never been held in very high esteem.

“How are all the ladies doing, anyway?” he asked, stroking a finger along her cheek. “I miss the ol’ gals.”

Thinking about the women in her family brought an instant smile to her face, but it slid away fast.

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