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“If that cat pees on my—”
Braden’s tongue trailed down her throat and into the valley of her breasts, cutting off any thought she’d had. Zara’s back arched—she couldn’t move much with his weight on her, but she wiggled beneath him enough to let him know he was absolutely driving her mad with this slow pace he’d set.
“Braden,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Anything.”
He cupped one breast, stroking her skin with his thumb, his other hand trailing down her side and settling on her hip. His mouth, his hands—he seemed to be touching her all over at once. Zara’s legs shifted anxiously, waiting for his next move. How could he be so thorough when she just wanted him to touch her where she ached the most?
Finally he slid his fingertips over her thighs, inching higher. Zara tilted her hips, near ready to beg him for more when he finally covered her with his hand. She eased her legs wider, giving him the access he needed.
While his fingers stroked her, he moved his other hand to lace their fingers together over her chest. His lips slid over her abdomen, and Zara thought she was going to shoot up off this bed if he didn’t finish her soon.
“You’re squirming,” he murmured against her stomach.
“You’re going too slow.”
His soft laughter filled the room. “I’m hanging on by a thread trying to give you pleasure, and you’re complaining.”
Zara pulled her hand from his and framed his face, forcing him to look up at her. “Put us both out of our misery. I want you. Now.”
Braden crawled up her body, leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, quickly sheathing himself. When he rested his hands on either side of her head and hovered right above her, Zara’s gaze locked on to his. Something flickered in his eyes, something she’d never seen from him before...or any other man for that matter. Before she could read too much into it, he plunged into her, making her cry out.
Gone was the slow, patient Braden. This Braden had snapped, was staking his claim and pulling her into his web of passion and desire.
His lips trailed over her shoulder, her neck, up her jawline as he continued to pump his hips. Zara could only grip his biceps and arch into him because he was in total control and doing everything absolutely perfectly.
Perfect. That was the one word that kept coming to mind every time she thought of Braden and how they were together.
When he kissed her, roughly, passionately, all thoughts evaporated. Her entire body heated, rising higher and higher as he increased the pace.
“Braden,” she panted against his mouth. “Braden... I...”
He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, “Zara.”
Her name softly on his lips when his body was so hard, so intensely moving against hers was enough to set her over the edge. She couldn’t control the tremors racking her body; she couldn’t control the way she screamed his name, clawed his shoulders.
Braden’s entire body tensed as he arched back. Clenching his jaw, he stared down at her as he climaxed. The intensity of his stare stirred something so deep within her, so deep she was positive nobody had ever even uncovered that area before.
But Braden had. He’d uncovered so much about her, even more than she knew about herself.
When Braden eased on to his back, pulling her to sprawl on top of him, Zara could no longer deny the fact she was falling for her boss. And she could say that with certainty because he was the only man to ever care, to ever put her first, to ever pull feelings from her she hadn’t even known she’d possessed.
The best part was that he did every bit of that without even trying. He just...was. He was everything she hadn’t known she was looking for, and here he was, holding her so tightly after he’d made love to her in her own bed. His heart beat against her chest, and Zara had never been more aware of another the way she was with Braden.
The question now was what did she do about these feelings she never wanted? They were too strong to ignore, they were too scary to act on, but she’d never backed down from fear before.
Now she just had to figure out how to be strong, keep her business with the O’Sheas and keep Braden in her personal life for good.
* * *
Braden woke to a sleeping Zara on his chest, her hair spread all around him. Something had happened in the middle of the night...something that had nothing to do with the sex. There had been a new level introduced. How the hell had that happened? He’d seen something in Zara’s eyes and he knew full well it was more than desire, more than lust.
