Page 332 of Branded
I shifted, tugged her jeans off, tossing them to the side, leaving her in hedgehog-printed panties and a bra that was doing nothing to cover those luscious breasts. The latter probably wasn’t comfortable, though, so I slipped a hand beneath her back and undid the hooks, and so sad for me, but then she was topless.
And a moment later, she was fully naked, after I’d whisked her underwear down her legs, threw it to the side so that it joined her jeans on the floor.
“Cas,” she whispered, and I realized I’d frozen, that I’d been staring at the gloriousness of all that naked, curvy, beautiful woman beneath me for who knew how long.
Though, for long enough that a blip of insecurity had entered the edges of her eyes.
“Don’t,” I ordered, cupping her cheek. “Don’t for one second think that you like this, you in this bed with me, you naked and beneath me, isn’t the most beautiful gift you could ever give me.”
“Cas,” she whispered again, but it wasn’t insecure, not this time.
It was paired with glassy eyes and a soft expression.
I’d give anything so that I could see that look again and again and again.
“You with me?”
Teeth in her bottom lip.
My fingers slid into her hair. “Gorgeous.” It was a warning and a statement.
Both of which she seemed to pick up on because amusement slid into her eyes as she nodded. “You’re not going to let me believe otherwise, are you?”
“Nope.” I kissed that abused bottom lip of hers. “Now, as you’re sitting in the truth that you’re fucking beautiful, is there anything you don’t like? Anything that’s off-limits?”
Pink on her cheeks before her brows formed high arches on her forehead, but even though that incredulity (and the giggle that followed) were at my expense, it was better than the insecurity from moments before. “Off-limits? It’s our first time together. What kind of crazy sexcapades are you going to bust out?”
I’d do pretty much anything to make her come, so the list was long.
But I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I said, “So, no limits then?”
“I—” More pink on her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip again. And more heat in her eyes.
Hey now.
That was interesting.
It was also hell on my razor-thin control.
“How about we talk about your limits later?” I said, bending to take her nipple in my mouth again—only this time my ribs decided to be assholes, picking that goddamned moment to send a shock of pain through me.
“What?” she asked, unfortunately not missing that fact. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. “Your ribs and I made you carry me and?—”
A long, wet kiss.
“You didn’t make me do anything, gorgeous,” I told her. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you from the first moment I saw you.”
“I—” She froze. A shake of her head. “We’ll talk about that later, too.”
Her hand on my chest, coaxing me back, and truthfully, I didn’t fight her too much, not when the movement made her breasts jiggle, not when the movement brought her on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, her hands going to the hem of my shirt.
A gentle movement brought the material up and over my head.
Which, admittedly, didn’t feel all that great.
But I’d had worse.
“Shit, honey,” she whispered.
