Page 41 of Craving the Player

Iunclench my fist and wince at the pain shooting through my knuckles but shrug it off as Imove in on him again. He flinches when Igrab him by the collar of his shirt and start dragging him behind me all the way to the front door.

Ipull it open and shove him through the doorway, fighting off asatisfied grin when he trips over his own feet and falls to the floor, unable to catch his balance.

“If Isee you here again you’ll be taken out on aGoddamn stretcher. Now fuck off.” Islam the door in his face and turn around just in time to catch Sierra as she jumps into my arms.

Sierra

Braden catches me without difficulty, capturing me beneath strong arms as Iwrap my legs around his waist and thank him by placing my lips firmly on his. Ithank him in away that feels so much deeper than with common, expected words. He carries me towards my bedroom, shifting us so my butt is perched on his left arm, the move not surprising me in the slightest. Braden’sbiceps are the size of my thighs. With his now free hand, he grips my nape, tilting my head and deepening the kiss. Asudden wave of appreciation has my skin buzzing and belly flooded with afew sets of flapping wings.

I've never been agirl who cheered for violence, but watching Braden slam his fist into my cheating ex-boyfriend'sface—shit. From the bulging of the veins living in his forearm to the flex of his bicep when he swung, Iwas agoner. I’ve wanted to pounce on him from the second that he called me his woman. Usually Iwould have bristled at the dominant claim, but it had my legs feeling like jello instead. He might not have meant it, and may never say it again, but I’ve placed that shit in my memory. Iwon’tforget it.

With asly swivel of my hips, Ifeel his arousal press against me and whimper, all past thoughts suddenly overpowered by the liquid heat pooling between my thighs. My palms lay flat on his shoulders before curling into them, pulling at his shirt to bring us even closer together. Our chests brush, ajolt between my legs making me gasp at the sensation that comes from my nipples rubbing against his solid pecs.

"Cold?" He pulls back and grins broadly, his dimples making abeautiful appearance. Brown eyes slide from my face to my chest then back again.

Ifeel his happiness in the very center of my chest as Ishake my head. "No. I’mperfect.”

The silence wrapping around us would usually make my skin itchy but the only thing Ifeel right now is asense of peace. Asense of belonging. Iwant to grip the feeling in my fists and shove it deep inside, storing it for atime where Iknow I’ll inevitably need it. But with every second that ticks by Ifeel it drifting away, becoming overshadowed by acloud of doubt and fear. Doubt that Icould ever let this thing between us become more than afling, and fear that Iwouldn’thave the chance to make that decision in the first place.

I’mplaced gently on my back, in the middle of my bed and can’thelp but gawk at the man in front of me. Iwonder how Igot here, with this power house of pure masculine energy and power towering over me, looking at me like I’msomething more than aworkaholic with acrooked relationship history and family drama. My muscles lock up as skepticism creeps into my head, and Ican feel the peace in my chest slipping away before it settles, laying stagnant. It’sBraden’swhispered words that blanket those pesky thoughts. They’re just four otherwise simple words. Words that shouldn’thave my breath catching in my throat, but do so easily.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words are firm and content. Idon’thave to wonder if he means them, because as Icontinue to stare, half expecting to find his eyes drowning in regret, there’sonly afierce sense of contentment shining back at me.

Cautious eyes trace my face. It’slike he’sscared that his confession will make me run from him and he’slooking for something to prove him wrong. But Idon’t. Idon’tthink that Icould regardless of how hard Itried.

The tension leaks from my muscles and Ifeel myself relax. Then comes amoment in time where his expression is completely open, his walls temporarily pulled back. There’satrust there that has my neck warming and my lips spreading in asilent gasp.

With adeep groan he’shovering above me, knees on the other side of me and hands gripping the headboard. Iarch up into him and take his mouth, distracting myself from the feeling of heaviness that’sfallen over us.

My bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as he nips on it before soothing the sting with astroke of his tongue. The heat flaring in his brown eyes makes my thighs clench and tighten around his hips, the want to have him touch me starting to become atorturous need.

Again, he does what Iwant without me having to ask. It’sasort of recognition that has alump forming at the base of my throat. He’sbegun to know my body just like Ihave his. The intimate feeling of it has me reeling, falling back into my head.

Iswallow back awhimper of need when he slips his hand underneath my skirt and begins undressing me slowly, taking his time to trail his fingertips over every inch of my body. An involuntary shudder works its way up my spine. “Stay with me, my little fighter. We’re not done yet.”

The raw need burning in his eyes sets my insides on fire. An incessant throb builds at my center and Ilift my hips, desperately seeking friction. With asteadying breath Igrab the back of his neck and pull him towards me. Ibarely catch the battle being fought behind his heated stare before he’sburying his face in the crook of my neck with asigh that shoots straight to my clit. Wet lips part against my hot skin as Braden begins marking it with strong sucks and peppered kisses until he nips at the area beside my collarbone, the muscles beneath my fingers bunching tight.

“Braden,” Iwhisper, eyes closed and head tilted off to the side. Icould spend hours with his mouth on my body, worshipping me in the way only Braden can.

With ashaky exhale Idrop my forehead to his shoulder and hold him against my bare chest. The threat of losing his touch is too consuming right now. Ihate that Ifeel this way. That if he were to push himself away and leave me, right now, it would hurt—badly. It wouldn’tbe like last time. Iwouldn’tbe able to pretend that it doesn’tbother me. He would leave his name etched in my skin. I’mjust not sure how deep it would be yet.

I’msure my eyes nearly roll back into my head when his fingers finally slide over my upper thighs before slipping between them. He pants against my neck while parting my lower lips and dragging one finger through my wetness, right up to swirl it around my throbbing clit. My breathing becomes heavy as Iclose my eyes. My lower lip slips between my teeth when he groans in my ear. “Always so wet for me, baby.”

Ispread my thighs wide to give him the encouragement to slide afinger inside of me. And he does, before quickly adding another, alternating between aslow and fast pace while curling them inward, pressing down on the spot that has me snapping my eyes open with asob.

"That’sright. Let me hear you. Tell me how good Imake you feel.”

My neck is suddenly cold and it takes me asecond to realize that Braden’sstaring down at me now, no longer pressed tightly against me. His lips are swollen and red as they sit slightly parted. When his tongue swipes out to wet them, Iknow that Iclench around his fingers, my thoughts overrun by memories of having that tongue slide along my pussy until my thighs were shaking.

“Answer me, baby. Tell me how good Imake you feel and I’ll feast on that sweet, wet pussy until you beg me to stop,” he demands with asharp twist of his fingers.

“Good. So good. Please, Braden. Ineed it.” I’mlong past feeling embarrassed by how badly my body needs him or how quickly Ifall apart around him. There’sno point. Ican’tstop it, nor do Iwant to by denying myself the feelings that he invokes with asingle touch or drop of his voice. Being with Braden like this is the only time where I’mnot worrying about adeadline or working myself up over simple everyday tasks. I’mjust Sierra when I’mwith him. Avery horny Sierra who would do just about anything for amind numbing orgasm at the hands of agiant, hulk like man who knows what my body needs before Ido.

Braden’smoving down the bed with agroan of approval. Isqueak in surprise when two large hands grab under my ass and pull me down the bed so that I’msprawled out like astarfish. Gripping the skin beneath my knees, he throws my legs over his giant shoulders and buries his face between them, swiping his tongue from my entrance to my clit, swirling it in aclockwise motion while keeping his eyes locked on mine. His stare is soft—unbelievably so as he repeats the motion over and over while watching me writhe beneath him, astring of profanities falling from my lips.

Ireach for him, finding it hard to suck air into my lungs. My head is swimming, my thoughts clouding. Isay his name like aplea, voice thick with need. Words fail me as Igasp and whimper, but he knows what Iwant. What I need.

I’mclose, so close. Ican feel it trying to consume and blind me. My fingers thread themselves in his hair and pull hard as my back arches, hips threatening to shoot off of the mattress. But he reaches up and uses aflat, firm hand to keep me down while also taking hold of my hand and lacing our fingers together with asqueeze.

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