“Yes?” She breathed the question, her head falling back as I moved my kiss down along her jaw, her neck, all the while conscious of where I held her and where her arm was slung.
“Yes,” I growled.
And then I asked the first selfish question of my life, and every cell in my body buzzed to life like they’d been waiting for this moment.
“What’s first on the list?”
Emily
I’d never been given such power.
Not when I ran my own business. Not when I danced center stage. Not when I gave the art cue for my first tattoo and felt the buzz of the needle against my skin.
I had Braden Lock wrapped around me, promising me he was mine to do with what I pleased.
And he was waiting for direction.
“Fuck, I don’t know where to start,” I said, the giddiness rolling off me even as my brain short circuited at the feeling of him kissing up and down my neck. His body had me pinned to the wall, his cock hard as stone against my core, his body shaking with restraint.
I wanted him to unleash it.
I didn’t want foreplay and slow, sexy teases tonight. I was rubbed raw from the week, my emotions so tangled I couldn’t see through the knots.
All I wanted was to escape, to let go, to not feel the weight of my injury for even a second longer.
That had my mind made up.
“Rip my clothes off and fuck me,” I breathed. “Quickie. Both of us have to come fast.”
“This is on the list?”
“Specifically, the clothes thing, yes.”
Braden smirked against my panting mouth, reversing the role I’d been playing as he teased me with an almost kiss. “You realize this is going to be a bit difficult, considering you’re wearing a sling.”
“Aww, and here I thought I was about to be fucked by an athlete.” I pouted, tapping his nose. “Not up to the challenge, Boss?”
His smirk grew wicked, and he shook his head before nipping at my lip. “That’s enough out of that smart mouth of yours.”
“Just wait until you see what else this mouth can do.”
“Won’t have to wait long.” He smacked my ass before carefully lowering me to the ground. “Get on your knees.”
My mouth popped open. “Who said this is on the list?”
“It’s on mine. Drop.Now.”
Fuck, I loved it — the possessive gleam in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the thinly veiled restraint as he started untying the strings of his joggers.
He wasn’t taking no for an answer, and I felt that power humming through my body again at the fact that I was the one who’d driven him to the point of no control.
“Yes, sir,” I teased, lowering down. The wall was still behind me, and I balanced on the balls of my toes, looking up at Braden with a devilish grin.
He was beautiful chaos — his brown hair swooping into his eyes, broad chest heaving, gorgeous pouty mouth parted as he reached into his pants and freed himself. He groaned the second his cock was out, and my eyes dropped, taking in every beautiful inch.
Braden was a spectacular specimen — I knew this already. I’d let my eyes devour him in every setting from field to plane. I knew he could turn heads in a football uniform, the pants hugging his thick, muscular thighs, the sleeves of his jersey tight around his massive biceps. And I knew he was lethal in a game day suit, perfectly tailored, his jaw freshly shaven.
But this was my favorite view of him — raw and animalistic, veins popping under the stress of restraint, golden eyes heated and locked on me, cock out and wrapped in his fist.
