Page 77 of Igniting Sparks
“Never hide how gorgeous you are from me.” He wraps an arm around my back and ducks his head to nuzzle my breasts, gliding his tongue across my nipples.
And he doesn’t stop there.
He lowers my head to the pillow as his teeth scrape lightly against my sensitive skin, traveling down to my abdomen as his fingers stroke me, reigniting the fire that burned all night.
“Braden,” I moan, writhing against his palm as his fingers dive deep inside me. Stroking me. Petting me.
Driving me to theverybrink of my existence.
My body pulses with need, my toes curling as he pushes me closer to the edge.
I grip the sheets, twisting the soft cotton in my fingers as I fall apart with his name on my lips.
I push my hair from my face, panting. “That settles it. This is the greatest morning on record.”
Braden grins and steals a kiss from my mouth. “That’s just a taste of what I have in store for you today.”
Hands down, the greatest lover this world has ever known.
Maybe I don’t have much experience, but that man made me see God last night. No joke. I had feelings coursing through my body that I didn’t think were possible.
Sitting up, I lick my lips and let the full-body flush overtake me. “Youare ridiculously good at that.”
“That’s the idea.”
“But you’re wrong about today and what you have in store for me.”
Braden’s eyes widen as he gets a cup of coffee. “I am?”
“Yep.” I toss the covers and stand before him, his gaze raking over me, hungry and unashamed.
No, I’m not curvy. I don’t have big tits or an ass you can rest a drink on, but trust me, if Braden’s hungry gaze is anything to go by, I’m perfect just as I am.
And that knowledge makes me bold.
“How am I wrong?” he asks, cocking a brow at me.
I move to his side, daring to skate my hands against his erect cock. “Today is my turn.”
Yep, that does it.
Braden sets the coffee down and scoops me into his arms, threading my legs around his waist. “Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish.”
“Never do.”
His hungry lips claim mine as his grip tightens on my ass. “I wish we could skip today and go home. Or stay here in the hotel room. Just you, me, and not a single stitch of clothing.”
“We can.”
“What about the expo?”
I shrug, gliding my nails along his scalp. “We’ll have breakfast with them and then beg off. Spend the day together. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect. Like you.”
I nuzzle my nose against his. “I have to shower. Are you coming with me?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
