Crushing on Love (The Bradens of Peaceful Harbor, Book Four) (11 page)

“Love kissing you,” he said in a low breath, and took her in another intoxicating kiss.

Their bodies rubbed and ground, their tongues danced, and he fisted his hands in her hair, tugging just hard enough to alight all of her senses anew. Heat invaded her core, her limbs, the very tips of her fingers and toes, stealing the strength from her legs. He held her tighter, pressing all his hard heat against her, and she went a little wild, pawing at his back and shoulders, his arms and scrumptiously tight butt. She held his hips to hers, grinding against his eager cock. He moaned into the kiss, and it vibrated through them, stirring even more scintillating desires.

Their mouths parted slowly, breathless and unwilling, stealing another kiss, then another, and—
Oh God
, she didn’t want to stop. He touched his forehead to hers, and she breathed in his musky scent, salivating over the lingering taste of him. Her lips tingled and burned, and her mouth still felt possessed. She felt him
everywhere
.

“More—” Before the full demand left her lungs, he captured her mouth again, taking her hard and exquisitely passionately. She gave herself freely, kissed him hungrily, getting lost in the heady sensations rippling through her as his hot, velvety mouth claimed her neck. Every press of his lips sent her heart tumbling, her world spinning. He blazed a path around to her nape, sucking and sinking his teeth into her sensitive skin. She felt the effects pulsing between her legs.

“
Grizz
,” came out like a plea.

She curled her fingers into his hair. The strength of his mouth, the sound of him devouring her, obliterated everything. When he crushed his mouth to hers again, he brought her right up to the edge. And when he softened the kiss, tantalizing shivers whispered down her limbs.

Their lips met in a series of feathery kisses. She was clutching his hair; he was holding her cheeks, and there beneath the moonlight, as their eyes fluttered open and their gazes met, a silent, powerful connection formed.

“Be mine, Butterfly,” he whispered. “For a day, a week, however long you can stand it. Let’s see where this goes. No other guys’ hands on you. When you’re with me, you’re
mine
.”

“I thought…” She tried to get her brain to form a rational thought, but she was still floating in the clouds. “The kisses. I thought that’s what they meant.”

His lips curved into a sexy smile. “I was jealous as hell the other night, thinking of you and Cal. I’ve never been jealous in my life.”

He kissed her again, and she melted against him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the wedding,” he said, and kissed her again.

“You wasted a lot of time. We could have been kissing for all those weeks. We could have been—”

His mouth came gently down over hers in another sweet, tender kiss.

“Did you just shut me up with a kiss?”

He smiled and pressed his lips to hers again.

“I’m going to talk about nonsense now; you realize that, don’t yo—”

Another luscious kiss.

“This is going to become a problem you can’t keep up with, because if I have it my way, I’ll—”

He scooped her into his arms and kissed her as he carried her to the porch.

“I could kiss you for days,” she said. “Weeks. Months—” He captured her mouth again, laughing against her lips as he reached for her laptop.

“Your allure is dangerous,” he said, somehow opening the door to his cabin while holding her and the laptop. He kicked it open wide and stood at the threshold.

“Dangerous good, or…?”

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

He took her in another mind-blowing kiss.

“We should slow down.” He moved that sensual mouth of his to her jaw. “If we do this, eventually you’ll go back to your life in Maryland, and I’ll still be here,” he said between kisses. “Months from now, when we’ve both moved on, we’ll see each other at extended family functions. Can we handle that? Act like nothing’s changed? Move on?”

“We’re adults. We’ll be fine.” She knew it wasn’t true, but she wanted him too badly to pick it apart. She arched her neck, and his tongue glided up the center, ending in a tantalizing suck. “Oh God, Grizz.”

He gazed into her eyes and said, “You should take time to think. To be sure.”

“I’m done thinking.”

He carried her through the living room, slowing only to set the laptop on a table. His cabin was dark, save for the moonlight sneaking in through the windows. This was the first time she’d been inside, and she inhaled deeply, wanting to take it all in at once. It smelled just as she’d imagined it would, woodsy and earthy mixed with brawn and raw desire. It smelled like
him
. Her eyes swept over the simple wooden desk and comfy-looking sofa as he carried her to the bedroom.

She breathed harder at the sight of his king-sized bed. She’d fantasized about this moment for so long, and suddenly she was very, very nervous. Her eyes skittered over the fireplace on the far wall and the picture window across from the bed. There were no curtains, which gave her pause, even though there was no one around for miles. The furniture was heavy, masculine. He sank down to the edge of the bed, cradling her on his lap, and kissed her again. His hand slid up and down her thigh in long, slow strokes, each one stealing more of her thoughts.

“I can’t wait to get my mouth on these incredible thighs,” he whispered against her cheek, and her breath rushed from her lungs. “Mm. My girl likes that idea as much as I do.” He pulled the collar of her sweater away from her neck and sealed his mouth over her skin in a series of openmouthed kisses.

“No bra?” His hand moved beneath the back of her shorts, brushing over her bare ass, and he groaned. “No panties?”

The predatory look in his eyes nearly stole her voice, but she managed a shaky whisper. “I was in a hurry. I…I didn’t plan on coming here.”

“You are a sexy thing.” He kissed her as he reached for the blanket and yanked it to the foot of the bed.

Oh God
. Her heart was going to burst. This was really happening. In minutes all those glorious muscles, that wicked mouth, and the big, caring man were going to be all hers. He set her on the bed and knelt to take off her boots. He slipped them off and kissed the tops of each foot before removing his own boots and setting them beside hers, smiling, as if he liked seeing them side by side.

His rough hands slid up her calves, squeezing every few inches, his eyes locked on hers. Her insides didn’t flutter—they raced. He trailed tender kisses from her ankle to her knee and traced the ridge of her kneecap with his tongue. She’d never felt anything so sensual, so unexpected. Her hips rocked involuntarily, heat pooling in her core. He pulled his shirt over his head, and she reached out to touch him. She’d seen him without his shirt many times, but seeing him now, in his dimly lit bedroom, looking at her like he’d waited his whole life for this moment, made everything more intense. She swallowed hard as he splayed his hands on her thighs and pushed them open, his eyes boring into her. God, he was so hot, and she was trembling like a leaf.

He dragged his tongue up her inner thigh, stopping at the edge of her shorts, and sealed his mouth over her skin. She nearly shot off the bed with the intensity of him sucking and licking so close to her sex. She fisted her hands in the sheets and slammed her eyes shut as shocks of lust burst through her.

“You are so sweet,” he whispered. “So sexy. I want to love every inch of you.”

He moved from one thigh to the other, and she heard herself groan. Her hips rose from the mattress as he slicked his tongue over her skin again and again, until she was a writhing, needy mess. She’d never been touched like this. Cherished, teased,
appreciated
. When he rose to his feet and took her hand, bringing her up beside him, her legs gave out.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, and kissed her deeply.

Holding her up with one hand, he worked the button on her shorts with the other. His palm slid down her belly, over her mound, and his thick fingers pushed between her wet lips. She moaned into their kiss, her hips bucking forward as he teased her, sliding his finger in and out of her wetness, making her sex swell and ache for more. When he found her most sensitive nerves, he played them like he’d been touching her his whole life. He sped up the kiss, taking her up, up,
up
, then slowed, kissing her softly, making her crave and plead for more. Just when she felt herself disappearing into the slower pace, he intensified the kiss, quickening his strokes between her legs at the same time, until all she could feel, all she could see, taste, or want was
him
. He kept her there, in the exquisitely painful place between release and pleasure—wanting, needing, begging for more. She was shocked and embarrassed at how quickly she neared the edge and how desperately she was clinging to him, thrusting and moaning like an addict.

He tore his mouth from hers and sucked her lower lip, groaning as he pushed his finger deep inside her. His thumb touched her swollen nerves and lights burst behind her closed lids. Her sex pulsed, her fingernails pierced his arms, and he captured her cries in another earth-shattering kiss that made her detonate all over again.

She clung limply to him, panting and shaking as she pressed her lips to his chest and said, “Sorry, it’s been a long time.”

He curled a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face, gazing into her eyes with so much emotion she knew she’d remember this moment forever.

“Feeling you come is magnificent. If I have it my way, you’ll be so sated by morning, you won’t have enough energy to be embarrassed.”

He withdrew his hand from her shorts and held her gaze as he swept his glistening fingers over her lips and followed them with his tongue.

“Still on the same page?” he asked in a husky voice.

Oh, Lord, yes
. It was all she could do to nod.

A devilish grin spread across his face. He hooked his fingers into the waist of her shorts and pulled them over her hips. They slid down and puddled at her feet. He loosened his belt, pinning her in place with a dark, seductive stare as he stepped from his jeans.

Her eyes fell to his eager erection, and she felt them widen at his girth and length.

“No underwear,” he said softly. “Seems I was in a hurry, too. Another thing we have in common.”

Underwear?
That was the last thing on her mind. She’d seen enough skivvy-clad models on Pinterest to know he was
hugely
endowed. She bit her lip to keep her greedy smile from giving away her delight.

He lifted her sweater over her head and raked his eyes down her naked body.

“Lord have mercy, Butterfly, you are stunning.”

He took her in another sweet, slow kiss. Her breathing quickened at the feel of his rough hands traveling up her hips, over her ribs, and brushing the sides of her breasts. She closed her eyes, surrendering to him as he explored her curves. When he kissed the corner of her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, her head tipped back. He pressed a kiss to each of her nipples, circled them with his tongue, and as she arched forward, hoping for more, he dropped lower. He kissed her ribs, the center of her stomach, each hip. His hands slid down her torso, and he clutched her waist, kissing her above her damp curls.

When he slicked his tongue between her legs, she grabbed ahold of his hair for stability. God she loved his hair. She wanted to look, to watch him love her, but she was too lost in his breath sliding over her dampness, the burn of his hands as he splayed them across her upper thighs, drawing them farther apart. Then his mouth was on her, loving her deep and fast, teasing her with merciless mastery.

She had a two-fisted hold on him as she rocked against his mouth, shaking and gasping. “
Oh
. There. Oh
God
…”

He slid his finger inside her as he loved her with his mouth and found the spot that detonated another intense climax. She shuddered and cried out. An indiscernible stream of whimpers and moans filled the room, and he continued working his magic, making her come hard again and again. And just when she thought she’d fall limply to the ground, she was in his arms again and he was kissing her back to life. She inhaled the pungent smell of her desire. Evidence of what he’d done to her lingered on his tongue, and she didn’t care. She wanted more and ate at his mouth like a ravenous nymph. He swept her beneath him on the mattress, his hard length pressing against her belly as they kissed and kissed, hard and soft, urgent and easy. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands slid down her thighs, making her shiver and ache.

Their kisses turned fierce and messy. Their teeth clanked, tongues tangled, and every fiber of her being burned with desire. They writhed and ground their hips together. He moved lower, sucking her nipple, caressing her breasts, and driving her out of her mind. As he shifted, the head of his cock rested against her center, and he took her in another deep, plundering kiss. The room grew hotter, their mouths pressed harder, her breathing came faster. The prolonged anticipation was unbearable.

He drew back, his eyes as erratic as a summer storm. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

“I am. But…” How could she ask what she needed to?

As if he’d read her mind, he said, “It’s been a long time for me, too. I always use protection. I’m clean.”

Oh, thank God
.

“I want to feel all of you,” he said. “Do you want to feel all of me? Feel me come when you come?”

The truth flew from her lips—“Yes”—even though the raw question had shaken her.

She grabbed his head and he took hold of her hips, guiding his thick arousal as their mouths came together. He sank into her one inch at a time, kissing her slowly and passionately. She felt the wide crown push past her entrance, felt his length claiming her, until he was buried to the hilt and they were as close as two people could be. Their mouths parted and they gazed into each other’s eyes. The room pulsed around them. His steady gaze bore into her, as if he could see all the way to her thoughts. As if he knew that in that moment, all the restlessness she’d been feeling settled, and she somehow knew this was where the universe had been guiding her all along: into his arms, into his bed, into his heart. And she was there, seeding herself in his love. She could see it in the lost and somehow
found
look in his eyes.