Page 63 of Her Braun
He groaned and placed an open-mouthed kiss against the side of her neck, and he drew up his knees behind hers, fitting them together.
“Oh, I remember correctly, Kay.”
She felt his hips move and suddenly the hard length of his erection pressed against the curve of her lower back.
A corresponding ache between her legs made her smile and groan deep in her chest.
It was his thick cock that gave her the ache, but even as she felt the discomfort, she wondered-
“What’s going on in your head, beautiful?”
"A couple of things." She yawned. "First, I hate that I have to get back to Center City this afternoon. Otherwise I'd invite you to stay with me."
He cuddled her closer. "I have to get back today, too."
"Hmm? Yeah?" She relaxed against him a little, enjoying the drugging heat of his body. "When is your flight?"
He hummed against the back of her neck. "My flight's at three."
Her forehead scrunched a little. "Three ten?"
"Yeah. Are we on the same flight? Alta Airlines?"
"Yes, same. So we have a little time left." She smiled and stretched, feeling him swell against her, his length tucked intothe seam between her cheeks. “The other thing? I was thinking about you. About me. And that old adage about how to get over a hangover.”
Kay laughed out loud as he gave her shoulder a nudge that put her on her back.
Gibson looked over her, a stern look on his face. “What’s this about a hangover?”
He looked more worried than anything else and Kay couldn’t help but think of how much he really did seem to care.
“They say that if you get drunk on a particular liquor, to avoid getting a headache from that same alcohol, you drink a little more of it.”
“More?”
She shrugged and gave him a smug look. “Just a little more.”
“Like this?”
She had little warning before she felt his hand slip between her legs and his fingers slip through her folds. Suddenly her building arousal flared to life and her thighs clenched around his wrist anchoring him into place.
He didn’t push his fingers inside of her. No, he stroked his fingers through her heat, and she wanted to have more of that.
More of him.
But that wasn’t where she’d intended to go with her teasing.
It would be only too easy to give into his talented fingers and the determined look on his face wasn’t just a temptation, she took it as a challenge.
A challenge that Kay Hata knew that she could rise to.
And rise she did.
Opening her thighs, she had to move quickly to escape Gibson’s talented fingers, but she got the upper hand when she rolled him over onto his back.
His eyes widened along with his smile when she mirrored him from just a few hours before and knelt down between his legs.
Placing her hands on him, she paused for a moment to smooth her hands over his thighs, marveling at the texture of his muscles under his tanned flesh. The slight scratch of his hair against her palms. It was a simple touch, but somehow it felt more intimate to her than any other time she’d ever been with another man.
