Page 42 of How to Resist Prince Charming

He wasn’t moving up toward her bra or down into her underwear, but he was staying chastely at her waist, driving her insane.

Taking control of matters, Lenna sucked in her stomach, grabbed his wrist, and manually moved his hand south.

“Oh, God, Lenna,” he gasped when his fingers slipped inside her panties. “Are you sure?”

Hell, no, she wasn’t sure.

But she bit her lip and nodded. Braxton ditched her ear and rested his forehead on the back of her shoulder as he encountered pubic hair. Needing to grab onto something for support, she bowed forward and gripped the edge of the counter in front of her.

“Don’t stop,” she told him.

He let out a strangled laugh. “Wasn’t gonna.”

His fingers kept on their slow and steady path until he had one planted firmly in her warm center. Then two.

Oh God, three.

Lenna rocked against him. She threw back her head and smiled when he groaned.

“That feels...so good,” she told him as he stroked her, coming all the way out to slick moisture over the sensitive outer rim and then going back in for more. He repeated the action again and again with maddening slowness.

Lenna’s fingernails dug into the tiled countertop. “Don’t stop...please. Braxton. Braxton!”

He made an unintelligible sound and quickened the pace, then latched his mouth onto the back of her neck and cupped a breast with his free hand. Lenna bucked against him, and her body splintered.

She cried out a choking scream, her hips jerking erratically. Braxton held on tight, massaging her through the storm.

By the time she released her hands from the countertop, she was surprised her fingers hadn’t left grooves. She stared at the smudged fingerprints she had made, and laughed.

Oh, wow. She felt good. She felt wonderful.

Unable to contain her body’s delight, she continued to laugh.

“Oh, my God. That was fabulous, Braxton...”

Behind her, he slowly removed his hand from her panties and took a step back. “God damn. I could become addicted to this. You come apart too easily.”

Lenna spun around, absolutely glowing. But her smile fell when she saw him physically shaking. His eyes were unfocused, and a sheen of sweat matted his hair to his forehead.

“Braxton?” she said, reaching for him.

He caught her hand with both of his and squeezed her fingers as he looked down at her completely clothed body.

“That was,” his voice wavered. “That was so God damn hot.”

Sighing in relief, Lenna whispered his name and came toward him for a kiss. He caught her lips with his and latched on desperately. Taking her face in his hands, he gave her a mind-blowing kiss.

Wanting to pleasure him as much as he’d pleasured her, she grasped the top button of his pants. With a groan, he clutched her wrist and tugged her back.

“Lenna.” He pressed his forehead to hers and swallowed. “I can’t. Too close. What about...what about the no-sex—”

“It was the stupidest thing I ever thought up.” Pulling her hand free of his grip, she took hold of his zipper’s tab and opened his jeans.

When her hand burrowed into his underwear and gripped him, he panted. “Okay! Okay, in that case, hurry.”

She tugged his pants down over his hips, but Braxton paused her again. This time, he freed his condom and covered himself before going any further.

Lenna grinned and whipped down his trousers and underwear the rest of the way. Then she bundled up her skirt just enough to reach her own panties, which she slipped down her legs slowly.

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