“Braxton?” she said, reaching for him.
He caught her hand with both of his and squeezed her fingers as he looked down at her completely clothed body.
“That was,” his voice wavered. “That was so God damn hot.”
Sighing in relief, Lenna whispered his name and came toward him for a kiss. He caught her lips with his and latched on desperately. Taking her face in his hands, he gave her a mind-blowing kiss.
Wanting to pleasure him as much as he’d pleasured her, she grasped the top button of his pants. With a groan, he clutched her wrist and tugged her back.
“Lenna.” He pressed his forehead to hers and swallowed. “I can’t. Too close. What about...what about the no-sex—”
“It was the stupidest thing I ever thought up.” Pulling her hand free of his grip, she took hold of his zipper’s tab and opened his jeans.
When her hand burrowed into his underwear and gripped him, he panted. “Okay! Okay, in that case,
hurry
.”
She tugged his pants down over his hips, but Braxton paused her again. This time, he freed his condom and covered himself
before
going any further.
Lenna grinned and whipped down his trousers and underwear the rest of the way. Then she bundled up her skirt just enough to reach her own panties, which she slipped down her legs slowly.
“Christ,” he breathed, staring at the lacy piece of lingerie that pooled around her bare ankles. He ran his gaze up her legs to focus on her jean skirt. Lenna pulled her blouse off over her head while Braxton snagged her hips and lifted her to sit on the countertop.
He kissed her, making love to her mouth as he gathered her skirt up around her thighs. Then he put one hand on each of her knees and moved them apart. Stepping between them, he slid his mouth to her jaw and nipped her with his teeth. Lenna gripped his hair and gasped as he thrust inside her.
* * * *
She was already wet from her climax when he pushed home with so much unexpected ease that he had to clench his teeth and groan. Throwing back his head, he moved, focusing on nothing but the pressure building in his dick. With every thrust, it doubled and intensified, zinging overwhelming sensations through him from base to tip.
This wasn’t something he was prepared for.
The pleasure was like nothing before. It caught him off guard and made him pause mid-pump to remember if he’d really put on protection this time; it just felt too good for there to be a layer between them.
“What’s wrong?” Lenna gasped, wrapping her arms tight around him, which pushed her breasts against his chest.
Spotting the opened and empty condom wrapper on the counter beside her hip, he blew out a relieved breath and rested his forehead on her shoulder. If he didn’t cool it, he was going to go off in about two seconds.
“Braxton?” Soft fingers and delicious sharp nails sifted through his hair.
“I’m good,” he confessed, and then lifted his face to look into her green eyes. “Too good.”
Lenna blinked confused. “Isn’t too-good…good?”
She was so God damn beautiful. Her concerned expression flayed him alive.
“I was just remembering what you said the other night.” When his dick pulsed inside her, telling him to get with the program, she gasped and tightened her thighs around him.
“What…what did I say?” she asked, wetting her lips as she tried to wiggled her hips to make him move.
With a grin, he caught her hip, staying her. “You said it’s always a good time to tease. Didn’t you?”
Her eyes flared wide. “Oh, God, no,” she whispered before whipping her head back and forth. “No. No, I don’t remember say that at all.”
“But I clearly remember you saying it.” He pulled out, almost all the way, barely keeping the head of his penis lodged inside her.
“Braxton.” She bit her lip and panted, her body coiled and straining for more. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, but I do.” He put his mouth by her ear and murmured, “Let the teasing begin.”
Sinking slowly back in, he paused mid-thrust only to draw himself practically all the way back out again.
After a few more slow, shallow strokes, he made a deep, fast lunge. Lenna screamed and clutched him hard, her nails biting into his back. She looked dazed with pleasure. But he pulled back out to tease some more, barely entering before withdrawing.
When he dipped his face to tug her straining nipple between his teeth, she clutched his hair hard.
“Braxton, please,” she panted.
He licked her pearled tip and glanced up. “Please what?”
She blushed and lowered her face. “You know.”
Kissing her neck to force her chin back up, he hummed. “No. You’re going to have to tell me.”
“Please,” she repeated on a whisper, her face flushed with embarrassment. But she met his gaze and begged, “Fuck me.”
Her shy demand was probably the hottest thing he’d ever heard. All teasing forgotten, he kissed her hard, spiking his tongue into her mouth and slammed his body into hers.
She screamed against his mouth and exploded, the walls of her sex contracting around him so tight he saw stars. Raw, needy pleasure throbbed into him.
His orgasm clutched him by the balls and echoed along his entire system. Like a train wreck, it leveled him.
They held each other until the rippling currents subsided. And even then, he refused to leave her. But by the way she wrapped her legs around him, he had a feeling she wouldn’t let him leave anyway.
He loved that.
Coming down off the biggest high of his life, Braxton’s thighs trembled. Lenna let out a breath and leaned forward to rest her face on his shoulder. He kissed her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, and slid his hand over her bare shoulder.
Feeling exposed and inexperienced with the sensation, he stood there, still rooted deep but connected by more than just their bodies. He tried to figure out what was going on. For some reason, he thought half of his soul had just been sliced out of him. And he had this sneaking suspicion that if he lifted his head and looked into Lenna’s sea green eyes, he’d find the missing portion.
Lenna woke first the next morning. She came to with a dreamy, goofy smile on her face. Next to her, her lover lay sprawled lifelessly, flat on his back with his arms flopped limply at his sides.
She’d completely exhausted him.
Grinning, she tucked her hand under her cheek and studied the peaceful expression on his face. She filled a full minute just watching the way his eyelashes rested against his cheekbones. Then her gaze moved on to other features.
His mouth was slightly open, parted enough to get a sense of just how full and lush his lips were. She’d never thought pretty lips were attractive on a man before. But these lips looked good on this man. She caught a glimpse of his top teeth as he breathed. They looked white and perfect, especially with that small chip in the one.
Wanting to be closer to him, Lenna eased herself across the mattress. It didn’t rouse him. Playful, she stretched out her foot and nudged his leg. Nothing.
He was completely unconscious. Seeing how she could take advantage of the situation, Lenna wiggled herself closer until she’d pressed herself fully against his side. She rested her chin on his shoulder and watched his face as she rubbed her calf slowly over his.
Finally beginning to stir, Braxton mumbled something unintelligible. Other than that, he didn’t budge. Since teasing had become their thing, Lenna dragged her fingernails down his chest even as her leg continued to caress.
He made another rumble but had yet to move. Her toes journeyed up the top of his foot and over his ankle. Then she went back down, tracing the underside of his heel with her toenails.
Without warning, he snapped his foot away.
Caught off guard, Lenna’s gaze flashed to his face.
He opened his eyes to scowl at her. “That tickled.”
A devilish smile lit her lips. “Oh, did it?”
His frown turned warning. “Lenna.”
But she ignored the threat and taunted, “Just how ticklish are you?” Giving him no time to retreat, she attacked and went straight for his stomach, squirreling her fingers over his belly.
Braxton shouted out his sensitivity and tried to twist out of reach. “This means war, woman.”
He caught her around the waist only to howl when she tickled the back of his right knee.
“But I’m not ticklish,” she goaded, laughing as he desperately wriggled his fingers across her body. Then, just to amuse herself, she pinched the inside of his thigh.
He hollered a curse and jerked out of her reach. Dear Lord, he was ticklish everywhere.
Eyeing her warily from the other side of the mattress, he scowled. “This is so not fair. You’ve got to be ticklish somewhere?”
Lenna laughed in answer. “Want to bet?”
Face filling with challenge, Braxton lunged at her. She screamed with delight, making a weak attempt to escape. He caught her wrists and bundled them together, holding her with one hand as he searched her body with his other.
She grinned and hummed as he continued to hunt. When his hands moved over the inside of her thigh, she sucked in a breath and jumped. He lifted his eyes to hers, grinning in victory. But his smile fell when he saw the unfocused, impassioned glaze in her expression.
“That felt good,” she cooed and arched her back, wanting more.
His playful demeanor fled Braxton’s face as he arched an eyebrow. “Did it?” Then he stroked her thigh again, making her purr. “God, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her collarbone as he cupped the back of her leg and slid his thumb over the expanse of soft skin.
“Every time I’m with you, I only want you more.” He moved his kisses toward the middle of her chest until he got to the notch where her breastbone connected. He dipped his tongue into the hollow.
Lenna sifted her fingers through his hair. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I love touching you.” He licked her sternum.
A roaring filled her ears until Braxton froze and lifted his face, frowning as he cocked his head toward the doorway.
“Did you hear that?”
Lenna stiffened; every muscle in her body went rigid. “Hear what?”
“It sounded like someone just opened and shut the front door.”
Eyes darting toward the bedroom entrance, Lenna held her breath. She immediately thought of her father. She could imagine Tom stalking through the doorway and rushing inside to murder them.
When she actually heard footsteps, she yipped out a small scream.
Oh, God. Her father
had
found out.
Braxton sat up, frowning. “What the hell.” He lifted the blankets like he was going to leap from the bed and go investigate.
A woman appeared in the doorway.
“Jesus!” Braxton gasped, dropping the sheets back over his waist and scrambling to cover himself.
Lenna screamed again and clutched her half of the sheet, pulling it all the way to her chin.
The woman was pretty and looked to be the same age as Lenna. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown, almost black, and her blue eyes were flaming mad. Her hands fisted at her sides as she glared at them.
“Braxton Michael Farris—” she growled.
“Damn it, Savannah,” he said, cutting her off. “Do you mind?” He motioned toward the bed, trying to alert her to the fact he wasn’t dressed and had company.
But the girl didn’t seem to care. Her eyes only sparked hotter. “How many times,” she bit out, “do I have to tell you...my name is Clara!”
Braxton closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. Lenna glanced at him and then returned her attention to his irate guest, utterly lost. What the hell was going on?
She jumped and shrank closer to Braxton when she realized the girl was shooting daggers her way.
The woman sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “Who is she?”
“This is Lenna,” Braxton announced calmly, though Lenna wasn’t so sure she wanted his wacko-freak woman knowing her name.
Clara—or Savannah, as Braxton had called her—turned her scowl back to him, immediately dismissing Lenna as she commanded, “Well, get rid of her. I need to talk to you.”
Braxton snorted. “I don’t think so,
Savannah
. You need to turn your little butt around and get the hell out of my room. How’d you get in here, anyway?”
Clara held up a key and smirked.
He sputtered. “Where’d you get that?”
“Under the welcome mat in front of your door,” she hissed right before winding her arm back and throwing the chunk of metal straight at his head.
Lenna and Braxton ducked together, and the key smacked against the wall above them.
“Vannah,” he bellowed. “That’s enough.”
As if his shout flipped a switch, the girl changed. Her shoulders twitched, and she began to convulse.
“Oh, hell,” Braxton cursed, frantically looking around the room like he was searching for something to help the girl.
But Clara was already starting to compose herself. She blinked repeatedly, her breathing shuddering back to normal. She lifted her face and looked around as if she had no idea where she was.
When her eyes latched onto him, they widened. “Braxton?” she whispered.
“Savannah?” he whispered back.
In answer, her eyes filled with tears. She glanced at Lenna, who was openly gaping.
“I...I...I’m so sorry,” she told them, stumbling in reverse, before she turned and fled the room.
“Vannah,
no
!” Braxton barked, almost charging after her, though he paused when he lifted the sheet and once again saw how naked he was. “Shit! Don’t go. Just…
wait
!” he called.
But she was already gone
Spitting out a stream of expletives, he threw off the sheets and leaped from the bed, grabbing clothes as he went. Lenna’s mouth dropped, watching him jerk her panties off the floor and try to put them on before he realized they weren’t his.
“Where’re my damn clothes?” he muttered, tossing her underwear onto the mattress in her direction and searching anxiously for his own.
Lenna snatched her undies close as Braxton’s gaze darted around the room.