Page 66 of Dance for Me

Afraid she’d said something wrong, she held her tongue for fear something stupid and more damaging might fall out and make him walk away from her for good. Surely he wouldn’t, couldn’t be cruel enough to leave her when she was in this state, burning up from the inside out.

Foil crinkled, and she watched with wide eyes as he rolled a condom down the substantial length of his cock. Oh boy, no, he wasn’t leaving her. He was just preparing for the next step forward.

Bodie shrank into the mattress as he climbed back onto the bed, his huge hands circling her ankles, bending her legs at the knees and spreading her wide. Her muscles quivered as he looked at her, his eyes roaming over every naked inch laid out before him, with hunger etched over his stunning face.

She felt like prey, and she didn’t like it.

“Keep these legs right here,” Braun ordered; only he made it sound more like a suggestion than a directive. His hands grazed up her calves, along her thighs, in slow strokes. “How are you feeling, Bodie?”

Was this how the blonde girl had felt, tied to the table with three animals bearing down on her? Braun was taller, broader, than all three Callahan boys smushed together, but he exuded the same raw desire she’d seen in them that night.

No. No, that’s wrong.

Not the same, not the same at all. This man was nothing like three adolescent teenagers wreaking hell on a young girl. Braun had a conscience, he had morals, and fuck knew he had a wealth of patience she couldn’t begin to imagine. He’d had more than one opportunity to take advantage of her, to put her in an untenable position where she couldn’t refuse him, and he hadn’t even thought about doing so.

He’d been nothing but a gentleman.

It was going to be all right.

“Use your words, little one,” he coaxed, eyes focused solely on her face. The understanding in his tone gave her room to relax, and she chided herself for doubting him. “You can tell me anything.”

Now she knew what to do with her hands. Even as nerves rippled under her skin, she reached for him, and Braun didn’t disappoint. He leaned over her, carefully easing his weight on top of her. Brushed his nose against hers lovingly before capturing her mouth and kissing her until every tense muscle just gave in and went limp.

He covered her completely, surrounded her. She struggled to process the sensation of feeling so small and vulnerable underneath him, battled with the urge to shove him off, even as her body whooped and relinquished control into his hands.

“Switch this busy brain off for a while. Why don’t we see if we can give Bodie the worrier the night off and let Bodie the explorer come out to play?”

The heat of his shaft rested along the seam of her pussy, her own wetness slicking the latex of the condom. A constant reminder of the reason they were here, together. Naked and closer to each other than she’d ever allowed herself to be with a man.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers digging into the proud muscles of his shoulders as they supported his arms. “They’re both me.”

“I know, little one. Just give me all your anxiety and insecurities like you did in the club, and relax. I’ve got you, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” His mouth touched her cheeks, her forehead. “Relax, Bodie.”

Braun kissed her again, long and slow, teasing her into reciprocating. The kiss deepened, cutting the cord on everything that was wrong in her life and letting it float away into the distance like a balloon.

Her skin tingled under the brush of his stubble as he inched his way down her body, nuzzling her throat, working his way down to her breasts. Each nipple received a few long moments of his attention, much to their gratitude, before his lips travelled along the flat plane of her quivering belly. His hands smoothed over her ribs, followed the contour of her sides until they gripped her hips and held her still.

Someone was moaning with each labored breath. As her fingers found purchase in the thick black locks of his hair, Bodie realized it was her making those wanton sounds. Begging him without words to continue, offering him unwavering consent.

Consent was king.

Her body arched like a bridge, responding to the pressure of his mouth on her sex. Oh God, if he was doing this to her again, it would take weeks for her to get her brain cells reorganized into working alignment. She squirmed under the flutter of his tongue, hips hunching in an effort to divert him away from that particular place, but she only succeeded in encouraging a roll of laughter to vibrate into her clit as he sucked lightly on the tender bud.

“Braun, please, honestly, you don’t need to do that—” The rest of her sentence trailed off into a keening whine of need. “Shit, Braun, I can’t...you know I can’t...” She gripped fistfuls of his hair, tugging futilely on his scalp as magic tongue and lips sent pleasure surging through her blood.

Braun didn’t grace her with a reply, other than a quick nip of teeth on her clit. When she bucked and writhed, he wrapped an arm over her hips and another around her thigh, keeping her spread open so he could continue tormenting her.

Wetness glistened on her thighs, around his mouth when he lifted his head and grinned at her. Her pussy seemed electrified by the scrape of that goddamn stubble prickling her vulnerable flesh, but somehow, it only intensified the sensations he dragged kicking and screaming from inside her.

“The sooner you give in and come,” he told her, “the sooner I’ll be inside you. I have a yen to feel this tight pussy clench down on my cock rather than my fingers, little one, so don’t wait too long to orgasm.” So saying, he released her thigh and teased her labia before pressing two digits into her and pushing deep.

“N-No pressure, then,” she choked out, twisting against the arm pinning her down. Her body had fond memories of these fingers, accepted them with only the slightest twinge of discomfort. Her toes curled, feet kicking again as he waggled his fingers inside her, arousing the nerves to breaking point and seizing her system.

“Still so snug. Need to rectify that, don’t we, little one.” He thrust gently, shooting spasms of ecstasy rippling through her muscles, then withdrew his fingers. He kissed the inside of her thigh, answering her disappointed groan. “This might make you feel uncomfortable, baby. Just relax and breathe.”

Three fingertips entered her this time, sliding through the copious wetness. She came close to scalping him, her grip on his hair was so strong. Served him right for making her breath whistle through clenched teeth. She yanked hard when her sex stretched to new limits, gleefully beckoning him in as she hissed in protest.

God, was there no inch of her he wasn’t intending to claim?

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