Page 59 of Her Braun
A curious brush of lips.
Now Gibson’s mouth ate at her.
That’s the only way she could describe it.
Or maybe she thought that, because she did the same to his.
She wanted.
She took.
She gave.
And he came at her in the same way.
When his lips closed over the pulse just beneath her ear, she felt the press of his body between her legs.
Kay opened her eyes on a gasp. She hadn’t even made the conscious decision to wrap her legs around him, but there she was. The skirt of her dress bunching up around her thighs.
Her thighs squeezing against his ribs, she couldn’t even cross her ankles at his back. Being petite had always been a frustration and now, with Gibson’s broad chest pressed against her front she felt like there was no way they’d be able to fit.
His lips broke away from her throat and she saw the flint-like spark in his eyes.
“Oh, we’ll fit all right.”
She swallowed reflexively and gasped out a throaty moan as he deftly lowered her until she could feel the press of his erection against her sex.
“How-”
“How are we going to fit?”
She nodded and licked her lips which had suddenly gone ridiculously dry.
His grin was full of confidence, and she was glad because it had been a long, long time since she’d had sex of any kind and Gibson’s name, Braun, was suddenly taking on new meaning for her.
“Well, I’m going to make sure you’re wet and ready for me. Then I’m going to enjoy every moment it takes to stretch you wide enough to sink all the way inside you.”
She could barely hear a sound beyond the shallow gasps of her own breath and the frantic pulse of blood through her veins.
His grin became a smirk, and he leaned forward, sliding one arm around her back, the other hand under her thigh to hold her in place as he curled his hips against her.
She felt him everywhere.
His hard chest against her breasts made her nipples pinch tight as he crowded even closer. The pain only made her want him more.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Kay almost didn’t recognize her own voice. Normally, clear and even, the words were rough and deep.
His quick, deep breaths moved her like the ocean tides pressed up against her as he was.
Just one corner of his mouth tipped up. “How hard is it to get your dress off? I want you naked.”
How was she going to argue with that?
“There’s a zipper, up the side.”
Up the side?
