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“Do you want this?” Braxton whispered against my lips.
All I could do was moan in response. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. Anyone. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to me, pressing our bodies against each other so that his erection pressed up against my stomach.
“Tell me what you want,” he mumbled.
I wasn’t used to verbalizing these things. I’d grown up in a very human, very conservative household. I’d had a few experiences with boys in school, but it hadn’t gone any further than kissing and groping. The rest, I’d found out through what my friends had said. Then, reality had happened, followed by the shift into a rabbit, and my new direction had been to keep my head low. I hadn’t dated, and I hadn’t done any ofthis.
Braxton ground his erection against me, and I shivered with desire. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to take me right now.
I also didn’t want that. I was terrified of what that would mean, of what Braxton would do, of what I was and wasn’t ready for.
“Touch me,” I breathed.
Braxton slid his hand under my shirt. He paused there, slowly tracing the curves of my body. His fingers moved lightly over my skin, tracing patterns along my ribs that sent shivers of desire down my spine, and I sighed heavily with need.
I arched my back, aching for him to touch me. The skin on my breasts tingled with anticipation.
When Braxton’s hand rose to my breast, he stroked his thumb over my nipple. It was already hard and erect.
Braxton gently caressed it, and he growled. His eyes had turned from the golden color of his lion to a deep honey color that I’d started to associate with need. He dipped his head into my neck, kissing and nibbling the skin, and I whimpered. His beard scraped against my skin, giving me goosebumps, and his lips were hot and wet. He kissed his way up to my ear, tweaking my nipple so that I didn’t know which part of the pleasure to focus on, before he gently nipped my earlobe.
I shuddered with pleasure.
His other arm wrapped around my body, holding me tightly while he ground himself against me, sucking my earlobe harder, and I buried my hand in his hair, fingers playing at the nape of his neck. The pleasure spread through my body, a direct line from my nipple to my pussy, and I ached for more.
“I’m getting rid of this,” Braxton said, breaking the kiss. His voice was smokey, and he tugged my shirt up.
I’d wanted him to turn around when I’d shifted, shy about getting naked in front of him. Now, I didn’t care. I wanted him to see me.
He pulled my shirt up and over my head. The cool air in the forest made my nipples tighten even more, and goosebumps broke out over my skin.
Braxton pulled his shirt off, too, and he pulled me against him so that we were skin to skin. His body heat flooded me, and I didn’t feel the cold anymore. He undid my bra and pulled it off before he looked down at me. His eyes turned the color of molasses, and he stared at me as if he’d never seen a naked woman before. With a man as experienced and asattractiveas Braxton was, I doubted this was even close to his first rodeo, but the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful.
A blush crept onto my cheeks, and I glanced away.
Braxton put his finger on my chin and tilted my head up so I could look at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “You have nothing to be shy about.”
He slid a hand down over my breasts and toward my stomach before he curled his fingers around the waistband of my leggings. He paused, a question in his eyes. He was waiting for me to give him the go-ahead, to allow him to undress me.
I nodded.
Slowly, he peeled my leggings down. He kneeled before me and planted kisses on my legs as he exposed my bare skin, and I shivered in the cool forest air.
When he stood, he pushed his hand between my legs and cupped me gently, feeling me. His fingers explored my sex, and he found my wetness. I moaned when he pushed a finger into me.
“Fuck,” he bit out through gritted teeth, and pure hunger flooded his features. “Kinley… fuck.” His fingers stroked the insides of my body.
His touch was gentle, but my body responded with a wild energy. I quivered with anticipation as he stroked the most intimate parts of me, parts no one had touched before but me.
Braxton kissed me again. He brushed his lips against mine, his beard grazing my chin, and took his time exploring every inch of me. He moved so slowly, as if he was waiting for me to tell him to stop, or let me take the time to get used to the idea of him touching me like this. He listened to my breathing, slowly learning what made me feel alive.
Braxton. That was what made me feel alive.
His fingers slid in and eased out of me, and I groaned in pleasure as he explored my folds, probing my depths, and circled and prodded. He teased and tantalized me until I panted with desire.
A powerful need grew inside me. Braxton moved his hand up again, tracing circles around my stomach and my breasts. His fingertips brushed my nipples, sending pleasure radiating through my body, before he moved lower again.
