Page 74 of Braving the Storm
A smile slides onto my lips, hearing his words, because he’s about to discover the opposite is, in fact, true.
“So, about that.” Musing out loud, my fingers wander down, tracking the corded muscles of his forearm. Tracing the veins and shape of him that I’d been so afraid to allow myself to admit I wanted to touch until now.
His fingers tighten over the place where he cups my bare pussy.
“Got something you want to tell me?” He nudges the shell of my ear with his nose. Hitting me with a voice so desirous and sinfully appealing that I’ve got absolutely no chance of withstanding any command he might give.
Not that I have any intention to.
The cuff is stillon.
“This is, uh, it’s actually how you always hold me in the morning.” I swallow thickly. “You know, the times we’ve shared a bed… before.”
Before you turned my entire life inside out and upside down with one invitation, one kiss, one moment of temptation, I couldn’t find my sanity or a single reason to refuse.
“Why didn’t you say something?” His words glide over me as he continues to pin me beneath a firm hold. My spine flush against his chest. The weight of his arm snaking down my stomach, settled between my thighs. A note of curiosity colors his voice.
Why didn’t I?
His question sends me into an immediate fluster. My cheeks burst into flames, embarrassment flying to every corner of my body. How am I supposed to put any of this into words? That I craved him touching me, long before we reached the point of no return last night.
How pathetic I am that I was stealing his caresses when he didn’t even intend to give them to me.
“Briar.” He rumbles, kissing my neck, sending liquid heat pooling beneath his fingertips. The way this man can read me so effortlessly, he can tell when I’m caught in a spiral.
“I—I don’t know. I didn’t want to make things awkward for you, so I would get up before you noticed.”
I’m expecting him to tease, or to have something typically smart to say. Instead, he makes a low noise, one that I feel extending through from my spine to my chest.
He seems thoughtful for a moment.
“You should have stayed.”
Those words, they’re unreasonably sexy when uttered in that early morning voice of his, and it’s like listening to honey, dripping over my skin.
Except, then, his wickedness follows, hot and tempting. “Or did you like it a little too much when yourunclewas wrapped around you every morning? Is that why you developed a taste for early morning shower time?”
I whimper as he begins to fondle me, confirming that, once again, I am absolutely drenched between my thighs for this man.
Storm lets out a satisfied grunt—a self-assured triumphant sound. Followed by gently hitching my leg exactly how he wants followed by the act of pressing forward to wedge the head of his thick cock inside me.
As he works his way in, with shallow, pulses of his hips, he continues to strum his fingers over my clit, and I absolutely melt for him.
“Darlin’, it’s no mystery why you suddenly needed alone time, I know exactly why you were in that shower every morning.” Holy shit, he fills me with a delicious, insistent press forward.
“Oh my god.”
“Though, it’s a shame you didn’t tell me all that aching and tension was for me. I can think of a lot of ways that I would have helped you out. All the times I could have joined you in there.” He settles himself all the way, filling me until I can’t think straight, then stays still. Storm doesn’t thrust, or move, just allows my pussy to stretch and form to wrap around him, and holy fuck, it ignites something wild inside me.
“What was I supposed to do?” I gasp. This is so filthy. He wants to wedge himself inside me and then stay there? The way he’s cradling my body against his, lazily fondling over my clit, dragging my slickness up to pinch and caress my nipples, it’s almost as if… as if he would be happy to stay like this, buried inside me for hours.
The notion of that—of being impaled on his cock and nothing more than a pussy wrapped around him because he wants to be inside me—nearly has me whining and moaning.
“Well, for a start, if you wake up horny and dripping, then use me.” His big palm cups and squeezes my breast. “Or if you want to play with that pretty cunt, I don’t mind being an audience for you. I’ll watch you come all over your fingers anytime.”
“God. Storm.” He’s wicked, and yet I can’t get enough.
“Look how perfect you are. Every curve, every fucking inch ofyou.” His dick is all the way deep, so fucking deep, as he lies there, still not attempting to thrust or move at all. It drives me out of my head with how unbelievable this feels.
