Brawn - Laurann Dohner [109]
She released his jaw and pressed her palms against his shirt, giving him a little push. “Talk instead of seducing me.”
A soft growl rumbled from him. “I want to do both. Let me take you to bed now.”
“No. It’s a bad idea.” She didn’t want her heart to get broken even more when the novelty wore off and he decided being with her was too much of a sacrifice. “You can see your son any time you want, Brawn. We don’t have to be together in order for you to be a part of his life.”
Beautiful blue, yellow-streaked eyes narrowed and he suddenly adjusted his hold, grabbed her and scooped her into his arms. He carried her out of the bathroom, strode into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. One hand fisted the towel and jerked hard, yanking it out from under her.
She grabbed at her breasts to cover them, bent her legs up and glared at him. “Give that back.”
Brawn reached for his waist instead, gripped his shirt and tore it over his head. “I’m going to make love to you.”
“No, you aren’t. Sex isn’t the answer every time we don’t agree on something.”
He cocked his head, dropped the shirt and bent one leg a little to toe off his shoes. “We’ll talk after. I want you.”
She grabbed the blanket and jerked it over her body, sat up and pointed at him. “Stop!”
He grinned, kicked off the other shoe and unzipped his jeans. Her gaze lowered and she watched as he wiggled out of them. She swore he was teasing her with the way he slowly inched them down. His impressive, rigid cock sprang free, pointing at her and he bent to shove them all the way down. When he stood, she couldn’t help but admire the picture he made. Just to really be mean, he shook out his long hair. It fell over his shoulders and down along his tan skin.
Becca had to remember to breathe. There was something so primal about Brawn when he was naked, his hair free and his lips parted enough to flash his canines. A growl tore from him as he bent forward, flattened his palms on the bed and his catlike eyes stared at her.
“You’re mine, Becca. You can deny it but your body knows the truth.”
She inched back and wiggled slowly toward the headboard. His weight kept her from yanking the covers with her. He prowled closer on his hands and knees. She couldn’t miss the heavy weight of his cock jutting forward since his stomach was rock solid and flat. Another soft growl came from him and he paused.
“Don’t fear me, beautiful.” One of his hands lifted and wrapped around her ankle. He shoved the covers away and pulled her carefully, until she lay flat.
He crawled over her until his face hovered inches above hers and his cock brushed her thighs, which she’d clamped together. “Open up for me. I’m going to teach your mouth the truth too.”
Her heart pounded. She wanted him but she wasn’t giving in that easily again. A woman had pride, damn it. Her brain froze a little at seeing all that testosterone at its finest crouched over her, but she forced it to work. He liked to use her words against her so turnabout was fair play.
She glanced down. He kept his arms and legs braced to keep his weight off her. His thighs were spread apart with her body between them and she had wiggle room. Her gaze met his and she lifted her hands to grip his hips. “You think you can win me over with your kisses?”
He stared at her without saying a word but amusement sparkled in his eyes, telling her that he did.
“Straighten up.”
“I have you where I want you.”
“Straighten up and I’ll open my mouth.”
He hesitated but lifted his upper body to stand on his spread knees. He frowned as she sat up and suddenly wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft, getting a good grip that he couldn’t jerk away from. He hissed in air and alarm tensed his features.
“Don’t worry.” She smiled. “I won’t hurt you. Don’t fear me, sexy. You wanted my mouth open, believing you could seduce me into doing whatever you want but turnabout is fair play.