Braydon (Alluring Indulgence #6)(97)
Author: Nicole Edwards

And with that, she pulled him down onto the bed with her. She caught him off guard and his full weight nearly crushed her while she seemed to be wrapping herself around him.

“Hold up, Jess,” he warned. “Baby.”

Jessie’s answer to that was to pull his head down to meet hers, crushing her mouth to his. He didn’t resist her, didn’t try, because she tasted like fire and desire and she made him burn.

When Jessie reached between them, gripping his cock firmly in her hand, he pulled back and stared down at her. He had no choice.

“Condom, Jess,” he whispered. Don’t ask him why he didn’t just bolt up from the bed and grab one from the box in her nightstand drawer. That would’ve been the logical solution.

Something held him back.

Something stronger, fiercer than anything he’d ever known before.

And while he waited for her to make a decision that could change their lives forever, Braydon held his breath.

chapter TWENTY-TWO

As Jessie stared back at Braydon, she contemplated the repercussions of what she was about to ask of him.

No protection.

Something she had never, ever, ever done before. Something she’d never even considered doing, either.

Until him.

Until this moment.

Braydon seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.

“Jess, are you sure?”

She tried to nod her head, but something stopped her. Instead, she opted for verbal confirmation. This was something she felt she needed to say. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve wanted to know what it feels to have you inside me. Skin to skin,” she whispered. “I’ve never done this before. I’m on the pill and I’ve been tested. But I under—”

Before she could get the words out of her mouth, Braydon placed his finger over her lips ever so gently. “I want this too,” he said, rolling off her and pulling her with him.

When she was above him, he just stared up at her. “This is a big step, Jess. I’ve never had sex without a condom, either.”

She wasn’t sure what to make of this conversation. They’d gone from a full blaze to a rolling boil in a matter of minutes. Granted, this was a critical subject, one she knew they had to have before they took a step like this, but that got her thinking. Were they moving too fast? With her history, would this seal her fate? Would Braydon be the man who she would never get over?

There’d only been a few in her past, but each one she’d felt that she loved. Not that what she’d felt for them was even remotely close to what she felt for Braydon, but still. She had to wonder.

“Jess, I want this. More than anything.”

Jessie nodded her head in agreement. She wanted it, too. Broken heart be damned.

“Oh, God,” she moaned when Braydon lined up with her entrance, slowly pressing inside of her.

He groaned, his eyes closing, and she watched closely. He was so beautiful. This man, this amazing man who’d captured her heart at a time when she thought it couldn’t be captured. And now this . . . They were moving faster than they had agreed, but it just felt right.

So, so right.

“Jess, baby, you’re gonna have to move,” he grumbled, his eyes open and watching her.

This time she smiled. She could feel the heat of him inside of her, the glorious feel of him bare, brushing against nerve endings that had begun to spark and fizz from the intense sensation.

Before she could get her body on board with his request, she found herself flat on her back, Braydon above her.

She laughed.

“No. No, don’t do that,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Jess. It’s too good, baby.”

That made her laugh more; knowing that he was suffering from an overwhelming amount of pleasure was amusing.

“You think that’s funny?” he asked, his face serious. She could see his eyes crinkle at the very edges. He was trying not to laugh, too.

That’s when he moved again, and this time, Jessie found herself on her stomach, the heat of Braydon’s body against her back. He once again slid home, this time pulling a tortured groan from her. In this position, it was so much more . . .

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned when he began thrusting into her ever so slowly, his hands gripping her hips. He pulled her, forcing her up onto her hands and knees as he knelt behind her.

When Braydon grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, she knew she was going to skyrocket into orbit, with or without him. His hand tightened; the pleasure-pain bolted through her scalp. What had started out loving and then morphed into serious was now intensely erotic.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

He didn’t give in to her demands though. He continued to slide into her, deeper and deeper each time, but he wasn’t giving her what she needed. She needed all of him. She needed him to let go of whatever it was that was holding him back.