After one last hot kiss to her nipples, he worked his way down her torso, ribs, belly button, and stomach. Learning her body as she longed to learn his. Raven’s breath caught as his hands spread her legs apart. She felt warm breath at her center, lingering kisses on each side of her sensitive inner thighs. Her eyes squeezed tight. Waiting, waiting. Hot breaths against her lips. Waiting. Wanting.
“Raven. Look at me.” Her eyes popped open. She looked down her body, flushed and beaded with perspiration. Her eyes found Bran’s. His smile was dangerous. Slowly, making sure she didn’t miss his intent, he licked up her entire seam.
She barely stopped herself from screaming. Her body jerked of its own volition with every swipe of Bran’s tongue. Flicking her sensitive flesh forced mini shockwaves to course through her entire body while one of his long fingers shallowly pumped her channel.
“Hot. Jesus, so wet.”
The slow in-and-out glide, paired with his tongue lashing her lips and the bundle nerves atop, had her exploding. Detonating.
She only realized Bran had moved because he was now kissing her mouth. She tasted her pleasure on his tongue. Books hadn’t described the intensity of how eroticthatwas.
“I can’t wait any longer, Raven,” Bran warned. She felt his hard length grazing her wet folds. In answer, Raven wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring her hands around the muscular tops of his shoulders.
“Now.” That was the only word he needed. Reaching between them, Bran placed the head of his erection right where she needed it. The slow penetration— a glorious torture. Sweat beaded Bran’s brow, his body tense. Raven knew he was doing his best not to hurt her.
Attempting to ease the fullness, she started to barely rock her hips. The friction of the small glide started to drive her body toward another orgasm. When Bran reached between them again to circle and pinch her hypersensitive skin, a second orgasm tore through her— Bran did as well. They both shouted when he was fully seated.
“So tight, baby. Jesus, your body is strangling me. So fucking good.” He kissed her. Long, hot kisses. As her body started melting into his, Bran started pumping in and out. Slowly, carefully, until she began to match his thrusts, swinging her hips up to meet his. Bran became wild. He pulled out to the tip before hammering home, over and over, faster and faster.
“I’m going to come, Rave. Come for me one more time. Come on my dick, baby.” Bracing his body further away from hers changed his position inside. He was hitting her just right. Oh God, her body was all raw nerves.
“Right there, Bran! Don’t stop!”
“Now! Come for me now!” With one final thrust, he buried himself all the way. His shout of release and the spurting jerks deep inside her triggered the orgasm he’d demanded.
14
Having slept deeply, Bran was disoriented when he opened his eyes. Raven wasn’t next to him. His head followed his hand across the deep expanse of the mattress, searching for the warmth of a woman. His woman. Ahh, there she was. He stopped the forward momentum of his fingers before they touched his quarry, not wanting to wake her. He let out a satisfied sigh. She probably moved away from his body because each time he woke through the night, he couldn’t keep his hands and other body parts from touching her.
His. She was only his. Bran wasn’t possessive over women— he and James had even dated some of the same girls in college. He never cared. He cared now. Rather deeply. Raven made him— he wasn’t even sure— feel like he would no longer be him without her.
Raven’s right arm was lying above her head on the pillow, the white sheet falling below her breast, her dark nipple and areola ruched from the cool air. The delicate, black triskelion tattoo on the side of her plump breast with a small Native American raven symbol beside it, the only spot of color marring all that creamy, pale skin.
The thought of sucking that tight bud into his warm mouth had his dick hard and aching. He wanted to wake her— badly— but knew she had to be tender. Tossing the tented sheet aside while studiously ignoring his one-track-cock, Bran quietly walked to the bathroom, deciding to shower and let Raven sleep a bit longer.
Raven woketo the sound of running water and an empty bed— Bran must be showering. Laying her head back against the pillow, she smiled, stretching her sore muscles. Last night had been better than her best fantasies. River and Rowan were going to flip.
As she continued to think of the evening past, a tingling started zinging from her core to her breasts. In truth, she shouldn’t be considering sex again. Shewassore. But— Raven sat up in bed— an idea percolating. She hadn’t tried everything out she’d wanted to last night. Not nearly. Bran had been voraciousandin charge.
She smiled as she got out of bed. She needed a shower, too, after all.
Bran stoodunder the hot spray when he heard the bathroom door open. Damn. With sleep-tousled hair and puffy lips, Raven stood staring at him through the glass. Naked. He still couldn’t believe this stunning woman was his. She’dbetterbe his.
Her mouth was moving. It took a moment for his brain to catch up— for the words to register.
“I thought I’d join you. If you don’t mind.”
Her smile was tentative, but her eyes were fastened on his body. Determined.
“Good idea.”
She grabbed a scrunchie off the bathroom counter as she walked by. Pausing just outside the shower door, she gathered all that thick, black, silky hair and did some wad and twist thing with the band that ended up looking sexy as hell.
He opened the door. “I missed waking up next to you,” Raven admitted as she stepped close, her breasts smashing against his ribs. Her focus didn’t stay on him, but strangely, she looked around like she’d never seen the inside of the huge walk-in shower before. Nerves, maybe, Bran thought. His erection was back to full attention, making his decision to let her recover— difficult.
Raven stepped away from him and went to one of the built-in seats, where the water gently misted, and steam climbed the walls. Bran watched, transfixed. She turned and sat, legs slightly parted, giving him a glimpse of her glistening, pink folds. Fuuuck...
“Come over here, Bran.” Mind already blank from looking at her— he walked, somewhat dazed, to the other end of the shower. “Closer, babe.”
