Brawn - Laurann Dohner [105]
She relaxed as passion took over and she fisted his shirt, kissing him back. A purr sounded and Brawn released her hair to run his hand down her back. Her arms wound around his neck as his hands dug between her and the couch cushions. He cupped her ass and lifted her body.
He sat back on his heels and settled her down over his lap. She straddled him and even through the layers of clothing she couldn’t miss the feel of his rigid cock straining when he rocked his hips against her, rubbing her clit. She moaned, instantly turned-on and kissed him frantically.
She ground her hips against his when his strong hands kneaded her ass and he easily manipulated her body to move against his in an erotic motion that mimicked fucking. Her nails raked his shirt and she wanted to feel him inside her again. A desperate urge to be skin to skin with him became almost as unbearable as wanting him inside her.
The growls and purrs did something to her body, turned her on more than she could ever remember and she clawed at his shirt, tried to tear it to reach his skin. Brawn seemed to understand as he tore his mouth away and they stared at each other, panting.
“No one touches you but me,” he growled softly. “No one.”
Becca stared into his eyes, his words sank in and she fought for words. She didn’t even know how to react. He suddenly released her ass and just tore his shirt up his body, arched his back away to do it and she stared at his bare, muscled torso. She could have stared at him for a while but he tossed the shirt away and cupped her face with both hands to take possession of her mouth again.
Becca moaned as he kissed her with a need born from desperation. She met that passion head-on. Too much time had gone by with her longing to be in his arms—her hormones were out of control and her sex drive ragged. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands frantically explored his hot skin and her nails raked down his back to urge him on. She flattened her breasts against the hard wall of his chest, her swollen belly came up against him too but he arched a little to make room for it without crowding the baby. She barely noticed it but she was glad one of them could remember to be careful.
He showed his powerful strength by rising from the floor and she clung tightly to him as he stood on his feet. She didn’t care where he headed. There was only his mouth and the need for him to keep kissing her. He shifted his hold, gripped her outer thighs and lifted them enough for her to easily hook her legs around his hips.
He tore his mouth from hers, causing Becca to make a small sound of protest when he stopped moving. She opened her eyes, stared deeply into his amazing ones and he softly purred.
“Hold on.”
She couldn’t wrap around him any more if she tried. Her arms were around his neck, her legs around his hips, but then he leaned over and gravity nearly tore her away from him when her weight strained the muscles in her limbs. A soft mattress cushioned her back and she knew he’d carried her to the bed.
“Let me go.”
She hesitated but did it. She missed holding him the second he was free. He backed up, toed off his shoes and both hands lowered to his jeans. The zipper was loud in the room and Becca knew he was going to fuck her. Her heart pounded from excitement and she bit her lip.
She could refuse but didn’t want to. Brawn was the sexiest guy she’d ever seen in her life. The memories of him fucking her had haunted her almost every night and he starred in every fantasy she had. Hell, she’d taken up masturbating, pretending it was him touching her instead of her own fingers.
She felt big and awkward with her pregnant body but shoved those insecurities away. He’d helped her body get in its current state, was half responsible and if she had to see stretch marks in the mirror, he could suffer seeing them too. She ached, wanting to be touched and held. Brawn seemed more than willing to meet both needs.
“I’ll be careful,” he swore, shoving his pants down. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “I won’t harm you.”
“Don’t start that shit,