How to Resist Prince Charming (8 page)

A jolt rocked her to the bottoms of her toes. She bucked, creating more friction against their heated and swelling organs. He let out another strangled groan and fisted his fingers against the back of her shirt, pulling the skin of her throat between his teeth.

“Lenna,” he rasped in a hoarse voice, causing the sound to echo through her chest, where her breasts tightened even more.

“Oh, God.” She moaned. “That feels good.”

Wanting his mouth on hers, she straightened her head, which dislodged his teeth-grip on her throat.

The ends of her hair brushed over his knuckles and he raised his fingers to bury them in her locks as he found her lips. Clutching her head with both hands, he spiked his wet and warm tongue into her mouth.

Lenna vibrated against his erection. The seam in her pants helped alleviate some of the yearning between her legs, so she found herself rubbing harder.

Hissing out a curse, he deserted her mouth so he could grasp the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head. Lenna lifted her arms to assist. As soon as the shirt was off, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists. He kept their hands suspended over their heads as he met her eyes briefly in the dim light and then kissed her again.

His tongue plundered, and Lenna pressed her bra against his chest as his fingers finally started a slow slide down her arms. Thumbs glided over the inside of her elbows and she gasped, surprised such an ordinary spot could be so sensitive.

Her chest heaved with a stuttering sob as all ten of his fingers coasted over her ribcage.

She wanted him inside her…five seconds ago.

But Braxton seemed more fixated on his leisurely strokes than shedding any more clothing.

“You are so soft,” he murmured and pulled his chest away from hers in order to watch his fingers coast over her. When he reached her waist, he tightened his grip to urge her down until he controlled the pace and pressure of her grinding. All the while, his thumbs rubbed a slow circle over her stomach.

“Braxton,” she sobbed.

His hands cruised back along her ribcage until he cupped her breasts. Then he replaced his hands with his mouth so his fingers could fumble with the back clasp. Once the barrier was gone, his lips sought each prominent tip. His teeth held one beaded nub steady as his tongue flicked the puckered surface.

Lenna cried out and grasped his head, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she pulled him closer. As good as his mouth felt on her breasts, though, he wasn’t easing her primary ache.

Her fingers tightened around his hair. “More.”

He chuckled, a low and pleased husky sound that echoed through her entire body and quivered between her legs.

Willing to accommodate her, he scooted back along the mattress, slipping completely horizontal as he did and stretching out his legs under her.

His fingers found the top button of her pants.

Glad they were finally getting down to business, Lenna unzipped his as well. In the dark, they tugged each other’s jeans down. She reached for the front of his underwear.

He rolled them until he was on top. She stroked him through the cloth, making him groan and bite her shoulder.

“Do you have protection?” she asked as she let go of him in order to slide inside the waistband.

He was hot and hard and smooth under her palm. She wound her fingers around him and pumped the entire length.

Above her, his muscles went taut, and he sucked in a breath. “Uh...” he tried to say. “Yeah, I have...I have...” He paused to groan as she moved her hand again. Pressing his forehead against hers, he shifted his hips so that he thrust in and out of her grip. “Condom,” he finally uttered with another groan. “In my...wallet.”

“Good boy scout,” she cooed, stroking him harder in reward.

“No,” he said hoarsely. “Just...oh God...just really hopeful my blind date would work out better than it did.”

She lifted her face, her hand falling still as jealously consumed her. “Disappointed it didn’t?”

His eyes flared open wide. “
God
, no!”

She smiled, feminine power swallowing up the jealousy, and brushed her mouth across his in thanks.

He moaned a mad sound of need. “I can’t stop touching you. I want to touch and taste every inch.”

Lenna shivered at the very thought of his tongue anywhere near her pulsing, swollen center. “You just made me wet.”

His mouth curved against hers. “Like you weren’t already.” Fingers skated quickly along her body until they were wrapping around the stringed waistband of her panties. “I should warn you.” He tugged her underwear down her thighs. “I go a lot longer when I’ve had this much to drink.”

Lenna whimpered. She let go of his erection so he could crawl between her legs. Her fingers dug into the sheets until they tangled under her.

And then his warm breath heated her pubic hair.

“Ohmigod! Braxton.” Her high-pitched voice was suddenly unsure. “What’re you…I...I...I mean, no one’s ever...no one’s ever gone down on me before.”

Her body drew tense. She wanted him to stop, yet she wanted his mouth against her throbbing core more.

“Shh,” he whispered and soothingly patted her hip with warm fingers. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”

A hot, moist tongue stroked her aching flesh, proving him right.

Lenna screamed. Her back arched off the mattress as a hot electrical current zapped through her, making it spasm with greedy desire. Strong hands locked around her hips and held her still so she couldn’t unseat him as he continued to lick her.

Sobbing, chest shuddering, Lenna shook her head from side to side.

“Braxton,” she gasped and clutched his hair. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

Sliding a finger into her, then two, he stroked her, diving deeper with each plunge. He picked up the pace and flicked his tongue, swirling it until he used his teeth to latch onto a bundle of nerves. The combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue was more than she could take. She screamed again, coming hard against his mouth.

Every molecule inside her rushed to get out. No grip on her could hold her down as she arched and cried unintelligible, garbled words. She bucked against his mouth and continued to explode. It was a rush unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

His tongue lavished her until the last ripple of shock abated. Breathing hard, Lenna blew out a breath and stared into the darkness of her small studio apartment.

She was a screamer. She’d never made such a racket during any sexual act before. But Braxton Farris had turned her into a screamer. And they hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex yet.

Suddenly shy and embarrassed, she turned her face to the side and buried it in her pillow. What if he make fun of her? Prepared to curl into a ball and weep if he made one comment about busted eardrums, she braced herself.

But all he said was, “I want to see you. God, Lenna. I
have
to see you.
Now
.”

Swamped with relief, she nodded and scooted over an inch so she could reach for her bedside lamp. Once the light clicked on, she twisted back, wanting to see him too.

He was the most heart-stoppingly beautiful sight she’d ever witnessed. He wore only a pair of snug black underwear. His chest was gleaming and toned with muscles filling a compact, powerful body.

Hovered above her on all fours, he reminded her of a prowling lion—his shoulders gathering and rotating with each step—as he crawled up her. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes as if he really were a lion spotting its tasty prey.

Then he smiled, and his face transformed from stalking hunter to huggable teddy bear.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Lenna swallowed, her body coming alive again. Even after the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given her, she wanted more. The sweet grin caught her right in the loins just as intensely as the prowling, voracious awareness had.

“Hi,” she managed to return, breathless and dizzy.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, finally taking his gaze off hers. His attention traced her naked figure. “So very, very beautiful.”

Lenna touched his face and brushed a lock of stray black hair off his forehead. “So are you.”

He scanned her up and down, grinning every time their eyes met. “I could look at you all night.” He lifted a hand to her breast and trailed a circle around her nipple with his finger. “And touch you all day.”

Lenna closed her eyes at his easy caress. It was light, almost impersonal, and very explorative. The pads of his fingers soothed and stroked, making her hum. After investigating both breasts, he moved down over her belly. Her stomach muscles tensed and quivered.

Oxygen shuddered from her lungs. “You’re making me want you again.”

“Good. I want you to come at least once more. Maybe twice. Then, I want you to go off when I’m deep inside you and you’re wrapped so snug around me I can feel each contraction of your orgasm milking my dick. Then, and only then, I’ll let you feel my release as it pulses inside you.”

Lenna whimpered. Nothing had ever sounded so good, and yet so freaking dirty to her before.

Braxton lifted his face to meet her gaze. The look that followed should’ve scared her. The connection she experienced with him was almost intimidating. Could he see straight inside her?

She shuddered, and he leaned in to stroke his nose down her cheek, soothing and kind like he understood and wanted to calm her racing nerves.

“I’m so glad it’s you.”

Not realizing her eyes had fluttered shut, Lenna opened her lashes again. “That
what
is me?”

“That it’s you I’m with. I had hoped my blind date would work out better. I just wanted to get you out of my head. But this is so much better. I
like
you in my head, under my skin, coated on my tongue. I like you everywhere.”

Pulled into his seduction without a lifeline, she smiled. “Then take me everywhere.”

With a nod, he peeled off his briefs, watching her the entire time. Then scooping his arm under her ass, he lifted her hips and pushed inside her. She cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.

But he went rigid and still above her. “Shit! Condom.”

“What?” she cried, needing him to move. Hadn’t he put one on yet?

Damn, he felt so good lodged inside her. So full. His body stretched hers perfectly. She arched up needing the friction of movement more than she did common sense.

“
Lenna
,” he gasped, catching her hip. “Shit. I swear I’m clean, but…Do you…are you on the pill?”

She sobbed and clutched him hard. “No.”

He buried his face in her shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit. I don’t want to leave you yet.
Shit
.”

The idea of him going anywhere but deeper made her panic. She clenched her thighs around him and his fingers on her hip dug into her waist.

“Okay,” he panted. “Okay. Just…don’t move. I’m going to pull out.”

When his wide and dazed blue eyes met hers, she bit her lip and nodded. She kept her limbs perfectly still, but other parts of her body refused to obey. As soon as he began to slowly,
oh so slowly
, withdraw, her inner muscles gave a spasm of denial and clamped around his girth.

“God.” He choked out a sound and sank back into her, all the way to the hilt. “
Lenna
!” His face was ruddy and teeth gritted hard as he met her gaze.

She cringed. “Sorry.”

Braxton stared at her a moment, then he whispered. “I can pull out. I can pull out right before I come. I’ll pull out.”

He kissed her hard and thrust fast and vicious, each impact of his body pushing her further up the mattress.

Lenna threw her head back and absorbed each powerful heave. She keened out a low sound of pleasure as her muscles coiled for another release. “Oh, God. Oh, please.”

“Fuck,” Braxton hissed. “I can’t pull out.”

But then he did just that, jerking from her so unexpectedly she cried from the loss, reaching for him.

He rolled onto his back beside her and panted as he stared at the ceiling. Then he scrambled upright and lunged for his pants hanging off the side of the bed. Pulling them close, he fumbled until he found his back pocket and yanked his wallet free.

As he flipped it open and dug inside for the condom, Lenna rolled to her knees and rubbed her hand up this thigh, letting her nails coast over warm skin. He shuddered and glanced at her, his blue eyes completely unfocused.

“Not a good time to tease, babe.”

A sudden deviousness struck. “Oh, but it’s always a good time to tease.” Leaning forward, she nipped at the base of his throat and sucked hard, causing him to mumble out a curse and grow clumsier in his endeavor to open the package.

Groaning out a sound of frustration, he tossed the condom aside and yanked her close, pressing their chests flush against each other.

“You’re killing me here.”

He tugged her onto his lap and she naturally straddled his thighs. The blunt tip of his penis found her opening again. He kissed her shoulder as he guided her back onto him.

She was about to slid down and take him in completely, but he lifted his face and his gaze caught on something behind her. In a nanosecond, his body went tense.

“Jesus, God!” He jerked back, accidentally dumping her off his lap and nearly falling off the edge of the bed in his haste to escape.

“What?!” Lenna yelped, her eyes widening.

She whirled around, looking in the direction he’d been gaping, expecting to find King Kong or some such ghoulish fiend behind them, ready to attack.

He jerked a finger toward her nightstand. “Your dad’s staring right at me.”

CHAPTER 7

Lenna didn’t even have to follow Braxton's glance to know what he referred to. A framed four-by-six picture of her standing next to her father at her college graduation sat propped on her nightstand. Tom’s arm was wrapped around her shoulder while she clutched her diploma to her chest, showing it off as they both beamed at the camera.

After closing her eyes and giving a brief shake of the head, she finally opened up to study the picture further. Yes, it did look like she and her dad were smiling directly at Braxton.