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He put one knee on the bed and both hands on either side of her head, trapping her. “We’re done with talking,” he said softly.

“I understand why you don’t want to talk. With so much of your blood supporting your erection, how can you possibly carry on a conversation?” Her eyes twinkled.

He dipped down and softly bit her bottom lip.

She grabbed at his head when he reared back.

“I want more kisses,” Jenny protested.

“And you’ll get some. First, I think your breasts need some attention.”

Brax tried to go slow. He did. He really did. But the moonlight gave her breasts a silver hue. First it had been gold, now silver. His woman was truly magical. He plumped up her right breast, then covered the swollen flesh with his mouth and sucked.

“Brax,” Jenny moaned.

He knew she was thrashing her head, because he could feel her hair hitting the arm that was still supporting him. He kept up with his torture, then added the scrape of his teeth. Soft. Gentle. Then a little rough.

Jenny screamed. “More.”

Brax was glad to provide.

What seemed like either a second or an eternity, he had to end their play. He needed more. When he looked up, he saw green eyes that mirrored his hunger and greed.

“Please say now. I can’t wait anymore,” Jenny begged.

He reached between her legs. She was drenched. She was ready.

“Now, beautiful. I promise, now.”

Brax tore open the condom and sheathed himself, conscious of Jenny’s avid gaze. As he positioned himself against her tender flesh he started to sweat.

Slow.

Slow.

She’d been so tight. He knew that this could be painful for her, no matter what she might have said.

“Stop fooling around,” she growled.

Damn. This woman. Is there any wonder that he adored her?

He watched her face as he pressed inward. All he saw was want. He pushed in farther and his whole body began to tingle as her tight warmth squeezed him. But no matter what, he had to keep his head, this was all about Jenny. He could see her gaze turn inward as she concentrated on the sensations happening inside her body.

“Okay?” he gritted out the question.

She nodded her head. “More.”

He pressed in another inch.

“I said more.” Her words had a definite bite to them.

He delved deeper, then her nails bit into his back, and her legs encircled his waist, and he knew that she was right there with him.

“This is so good, Braxton. So good.”

“It’s about to get better,” he promised.

He started a slow rhythm, still watching every expression that passed over her face. When she started to moan and tremble, he went faster…deeper…harder.