Brawn - Laurann Dohner [50]
The world tilted and her back pressed against the mattress of the cot as he leaned over, pinned her under his bent form and his cock ground against her pussy. She moaned against his tongue. She wanted him, needed to forget where they were and her thighs tightened around his hips to urge him on.
He suddenly pulled back, broke the kiss and let her go as he straightened. His hands covered his face and a muffled snarl sounded. Becca watched him, her legs holding him against her and tried to come to grips with what had just almost happened. She wanted him to continue but he’d stopped.
“I’m sorry.”
She sat up, her hands splayed on his chest and his body quivered at her touch. “Brawn? Look at me.”
He shook his head, kept his hands over his face and turned his head away. “I could have hurt you. I’m sorry,” he repeated.
His rigid cock still pressed against her. It was obvious how much he wanted her and he was afraid he’d cause her pain. She licked her lips. They felt a little swollen from his fervent kisses but she liked the result. Her clit throbbed and her nipples were hard pebbles under her shirt. Her gaze lowered to his sweats, the bulge beneath, and she rubbed him more.
“Brawn? Please?” He lowered his hands slowly, his face flushed and his eyes filled with regret. She hated to see that look in them. “You’re sorry for what? Kissing me until I couldn’t think straight and enjoying it? Wanting me? I feel the same way about you. My only regret is that you stopped.”
Surprise quickly etched away regret and his lips parted. “What?”
Becca slid her hands to his shoulders, gripped him and pressed her chest against his. “Life is so short.” Damn short, she amended, since their outlook was so grim, hers especially. “We’re together. Let’s make the best of what time we have. Kiss me.”
He hesitated. “I’m afraid I might harm you. I want you too much.”
“You won’t hurt me. Have a little faith.” She smiled. “I’m tougher than you think and I’m not afraid. I can’t even think when you’re kissing me. You’re totally incredible.”
“So are you. It makes me forget you’re just a mere human.” He smiled, teasing.
She massaged his shoulders and glanced down. His arms were thick bands of muscle and he had the broadest chest. He could hurt her if he wanted to but she really had no fear of him. Their gazes met and he lowered his head. Becca closed her eyes, expected his kiss and he didn’t disappoint when his mouth took possession of hers.
She tensed a little when she felt Brawn’s hand slide up her thigh, wiggled enough to make her release his hips and pushed her nightshirt higher. His fingertips were textured with calluses when he shoved her underwear aside to stroke her clit. His mouth worked hers, turning her focus there.
Pleasure rolled through Becca as he teased her clit, drew little circles around the bud. She kissed him wildly, moaned against his tongue and her nails bit into his skin. He slowly withdrew from her mouth but his lips brushed hers as he spoke.
“Open your thighs wider for me, as much as you can. My hips are large.”
His arm hooked her gently behind her ass, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. If it wasn’t for his body she knew she would have slid right to the floor. She did as he asked, wanted to give him as much access as he desired.
“They can’t see what I’m doing to you,” he rasped.
She realized he meant that stupid camera on the ceiling across the room. His body was big, he was on his knees and between her and it. She glanced to the side, saw both New Species in their cages were still on their cots and probably asleep. It was about as private as they were going to get. She met his gaze and nodded.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t.”
He groaned, closed his eyes and kissed her. His mouth and tongue melted with hers as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and hooked her legs around the back of his thighs just for something to cling to. His fingers tormented her, stroked her clit until she hurt to come and he seemed to sense how close she was. He eased off the