by Lexi Post
The floor creaked behind her and she stepped forward to inspect the water pitcher. If he touched her again, she’d be lost. She turned to review the bed. “I assure you these are clean sheets.”
The door closed.
She spun and the quilt knocked the pitcher off the table onto the floor with a crash. “Oh no.” She knelt, suddenly wanting to cry, though the pitcher wasn’t anything special. In fact, it had a crack along the handle and was bound to break soon anyway.
“Come. It’s okay.” Braeden’s hands on her arms helped her to stand and sent fire through her already taut nerves.
Gently, he enveloped her in his arms. Her heart slowed as a feeling of rightness settled through her. With her face against his chest, she could hear his strong heartbeat.
“Kat.” The soft-spoken word came from deep within him and she met his gaze. “Don’t be mad at me.”
The loneliness she glimpsed in his eyes undid her. Before she could think about what she did, she hooked her hand around his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. This time, she breached his lips and explored his mouth, tasting the red wine he had with dinner.
Heat pounded through her limbs as he pulled her tighter to his body. One hand held her head to the side so he could fully devour her while the other cupped her arse, pushing her into him. His erection pressed into her belly, causing excitement to race to her core, which made it difficult to breathe. She held his face and pulled back to nibble at his lips while she gulped in air.
He bent and scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed. He followed her down, lying on his side, and swept stray hair back from her eyes. “I can never tell if you’re attracted to me or irritated with me.”
She gave him a shy smile. “You mean that kiss wasn’t enough of a clue?”
He chuckled. “You’re a very unique woman, Kat.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Oh, it’s good. Very good.” He held her head and kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers.
She ran her hand through his hair, enjoying the silkiness of the strands as she pressed her body closer to him.
He moved his chest on top of hers.
“Ow.” She broke their kiss, pushing against him.
He lifted. “What do you have on under that dress?”
“They’re my stays. They have whalebone inside them.”
“Whalebone? Hunting whales is illegal.” His brows drew together as he stared at her chest.
Heat rushed to that area. “If it offends you, I can leave.” She rose onto her elbows and his gaze fell to her breasts as they pushed upward.
“Offended?”
His mind was obviously not on their conversation. He lowered his head and kissed the tops of her breasts. She inhaled slowly as streaks of pleasure raced from there to her stomach and lower.
He grinned before he licked, forcing his tongue between her shift and her skin. He ran two fingers along her neckline, then dipped them beneath her dress, stays and chemise to push her breast up and out.
She watched as his mouth moved lower and his tongue encircled her nipple, lapping at her hardened peak. Pulling back an inch, he blew air across it, causing it to grow painfully hard. Tension shot from that point to the juncture of her thighs.
“Now I see the advantage of these stays.” He gazed at her leveraged breast and her quim grew moist. His hand once again burrowed inside the neckline and pushed her other breast over the edge. With excruciating slowness, he gave that one the same attention. She nibbled at her lower lip to keep from moaning.
When he pulled back to gaze at his handiwork, her breathing quickened. The desire in his eyes made her tighten her legs.
“Beautiful.” He ran his palm over both nipples, sending more hot sensations to her core.
She couldn’t help watching as he played with her exposed breasts, tweaking first one nipple and then the other, pinching, twisting until she gasped from the pleasure that built inside her.
Braeden lowered his head again and laved at her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. As his teeth began to bite, she let her head fall back and moaned. She felt like a maiden sacrifice, giving her breast to a lustful god. And that god didn’t disappoint as he moved his talented mouth to the other nipple while his hand kneaded the first.
“Oh Braeden. What you make me feel.”
He spoke against her nipple. “What do I make you feel, Kat? Tell me.”
“You make me feel as if lightning is buzzing through my body.”
“Hmm, lightning. I like that.” He punctuated his statement by sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
When he removed his hand, she whimpered in disappointment, but then her skirts lifted. “Braeden?”
His mouth left her breast and he stared into her eyes. “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
His crooked grin returned. “I’m pleasuring you. Do you feel pleasure?”
Oh Lord, did she. She nodded, unable to speak while he watched her so closely. His hand moved along the inside of her knee, just past where her stocking was tied. His fingers against her bare flesh made the tension inside her build. She wanted that hand to continue to the moistness waiting for it.
“Lie back.”
She trembled at his command and willingly let her elbows collapse. He leaned over and kissed her neck, her chin, the corner of her mouth even as his hand crept slowly up her leg. He licked at her lips just as his finger touched the wetness of her opening.
Something changed in him. She sensed his playfulness disappear.
She opened her mouth to his tongue and it explored her teeth while his fingers surveyed the moist folds between her legs. She spread her legs wider. She wanted more.
He gave her more. A lot more. His tongue delved into her mouth at the same time his large finger pushed inside her. Her hips rose to take it. It had been so long she’d forgotten she could feel this way. His tongue wrestled with hers as he pulled his finger out and added a second.
She whimpered. Her world began to spin. She held on tight to his shoulder as his fingers pulled out and pushed back in while his mouth ravaged hers. She wanted both. All. Everything. She wanted him.
With her other hand, she cupped his butt and tried to pull him toward her, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he increased his rhythm between her legs, her wetness making it easy for his fingers to glide.
She broke the kiss, needing air, and his mouth moved to her breast. His tongue played havoc with her nipple and he bit and sucked it, causing new sensations to travel to where his fingers worked. The combination had her lifting her hips, pressing against him, begging for release.
Then his fingers plunged deep inside her and halted all movement. His thumb brushed lightly across her sensitive nub, rubbing and circling.
Her breathing stopped as muscles in every part of her body went taut and pleasure streaked through them to her quim. She exploded. Ecstasy rocked her body, causing her to tremble, the lightning breaking her apart. She held tight until her breathing calmed, relaxing back into the bedding.
Braeden kissed a trail from her worked-over breast to the side of her temple. He eased his fingers from between her legs.
“Kat.” His deep whisper sent a shiver across her skin and she opened her eyes.
He brought the fingers he’d had inside her to his lips and kissed them. She stared, surprised by the jolt of sexual excitement his simple act sent through her. Then he thoroughly licked each finger clean.
By the saints, he was beyond sexy. He was downright sinful.
Braeden enjoyed pleasuring Kat. She wasn’t a taker. Not like other women he had sex with in his past. Kat was fresh, a small bundle of potent passion. Just the thought of her tight sheath as it sucked on his fingers had his cock pushing the limits of his jeans. He wanted to be inside her.
He bent his head and kissed her cheek, hesitating to kiss her lips after savoring her sweet juices. She was so tight, probably inexperienced, and that might be too
new for her.
She pulled her arm from under his and cupped his chin with her palm. “That was wonderful.”
He grinned at her honest response. No playing coy from her. Her reddened lips and flushed cheeks attested to the satisfaction he’d given her. He wanted to see more of her. Was her pussy the same rosy hue as her nipples, which still remained propped above her dress? He just couldn’t resist and kissed each tight peak. Her hips moved against his groin and he jerked up.
“What’s wrong?” Her brow furrowed with concern.
“I’m so hard for you that your movement actually caused me pain.” He tried to grin, but the best he could do was grimace. He needed to release his cock from his jeans soon but wasn’t sure how she would take that.
Her gaze moved downward even as she leveraged herself up on her elbows again. “Oh.” She nibbled at her lower lip, making him want to join her there. “Can I see?”
His gaze flew to hers. Uncertainty was clear in her eyes. They probably had the same thought. He was a big man, but she was not small-boned. In fact, she was filled out nicely in all the right places.
“Yes, I’d like you to see.” With one hand he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Her eyes rounded as she stared, but then she licked her lips and he grasped the base to gain control of his need.
She sat up, her breasts propped up by the stays she said she wore. Shit, she was so hot.
“May I?”
He returned his gaze to her face, her interest in his cock so intense, he groaned in anticipation. Rolling to his back, he put his hands behind his head, hoping he would be able to control himself. “Be my guest.”
She straddled his leg, her layers of skirt keeping him from feeling anything beneath. He needed to get her out of her clothes eventually. Hell, they both still had their shoes on. Not a great first impression, but she wasn’t complaining.
He started to smile but froze as she touched his cock. Her fingers explored every bump and crevice. He gripped his hands together behind his head to keep from throwing her back to the bed and pushing himself inside her. He wanted her comfortable with his size before he did that.
Her fingers on him were hot and trailed heat wherever they wandered. This was not what he was used to. She finally enveloped him in her hands and stroked down. His balls tightened and it took all his strength not to tilt his hips up into her soft hands.
He tried to focus on her beautiful breasts, but all he wanted was to suck them. Not able to satisfy his craving, he brought one hand up and cupped a heavy globe.
She stilled. “You like my breasts.”
“Absolutely.” He grinned.
“I like your manhood.”
He stared for a moment before swallowing his chuckle. She wasn’t kidding. “Is that what you call it?”
Her hands began to stroke again. “Yes. What do you call it?”
“I call it a cock.”
She giggled. Actually giggled. “You mean like a rooster?”
“Does that look like a rooster to you?” He dropped his hand from her breast.
Her smile faded and she licked her lips. “No.”
He wanted to be inside her. He wouldn’t last much longer and there was still the issue of her clothes. How the hell they ever had sex in the 1790s was beyond him. Maybe they approached their women when they were bathing and already naked.
“I want to taste you, your…cock.” Her husky voice had his entire body paying attention.
“Then do.”
She lowered her head and licked his tip. He hoped to God she did more than that. As if she heard his thoughts, both her hands encircled him and she enclosed the head in her mouth.
A tightness shot from his balls up into his spine, causing him to clench his ass. Her movements were tentative, making him crave so much more, winding him tighter.
He buried his hand in her hair, wishing it was free of the damn braid. To have the golden silk between his legs would be the epitome of eroticism.
Her mouth drew down farther and he held his breath. He wanted to encourage her but held back. Something in his mind tested her, compared her to other women and their need for his body to satisfy themselves.
Would she bring him to the brink and then straddle him like most?
Her movements were jerky and he found himself guiding her with his hand on her head. She developed the rhythm he craved and randomly pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock as she sucked upward.
It was too good and air escaped through his gritted teeth. He was going to come.
She cupped his tightened balls as she took him deep into her mouth again and his hips lifted of their own accord.
Little moans in the back of her throat as she sucked him in and out caused small vibrations along his shaft. He couldn’t hold it. It was too good. It was— He came, his seed spurting into her mouth, his tip pounding her throat even as he held her in place with his hand.
As the last vestige of his orgasm left him, he released her hair and dropped his arm to the side, spent. He opened one eye to see if she was okay and caught her stretching out her tongue to lick him clean. “Oh God. You’re amazing.”
She didn’t respond, intent on her clean-up, and he drifted off to sleep, the soft laps of her tongue following him into dream land.
Kat smiled wide as she carefully rose off Braeden’s leg and stepped onto the floor. Her legs, though, started to give way and she grabbed the bedpost to stay upright. She shouldn’t be surprised. It wasn’t every day she had sex like that. The last time she had sex was with Brom just before he disappeared.
Her smile faded. Brom had been big like Braeden, not just in stature but also in his manhood or rather his cock. Thick and long and incredibly pleasurable, not that she knew what it would feel like if Braeden entered her, but from the look…
Shaking her head, she reprimanded herself. “Stop woolgathering. The poor man is still completely clothed.” Without another thought, she went to work taking Braeden’s shoes off. The ties on his boots made it a lot easier than the boots Brom used to wear. After divesting him of his socks, she tried to remove his pants.
“Ugh. You could help a bit. It’s not as if you’re drunk.”
“Huh.” Braeden didn’t open his eyes but he did lift his legs, so she shimmied the thick material past his knees before his legs lowered again and his breathing evened out. It was easy enough at that point to lift each leg and take the pants off him. She’d had practice. Brom had occasionally imbibed too much.
She stood looking at Braeden’s naked bottom half. He was a big man. His thighs were thickly muscled and his calves as hard as the plow. His hardness made her feel even more womanly soft. She liked that. She’d seen his arms, but had been denied the pleasure of his chest.
Biting her lower lip, she contemplated removing his shirt. He was too big to take it off completely, but he shouldn’t sleep in his clothes. She shrugged and carefully climbed on the bed again. Gently, she tried to wriggle the t-shirt over his stomach. When she uncovered that piece of artwork, she halted. He had four rows of hard bumps that were irresistible. She placed her palm on his abdomen and stroked upward, enjoying the feel of his rippled muscles. As her hand swept to the side, he jolted upright, grasping her wrist.
“No tickling.”
She swung her gaze from his hardened waist to his face. “You’re ticklish?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I just don’t want you to keep touching my naked body.”
She met his sarcasm with her own. “You’re only half naked, so I can only touch half of your naked body.”
He rubbed one side of his face before staring at her. “All right.” Dropping her wrist, he pulled his t-shirt off and threw it across the room. “Is that better?”
She stared at his mounded chest with the taut nipples and suddenly wanted to suck them like he had hers. Would he enjoy that? She’d never done that before, but they almost begged her to, the way they stood up from such large muscles.
He made one side
of his chest move and then the other, the varying tension making the taut planes look like a children’s seesaw. She couldn’t help giggling at the sight.
“What? You laugh at me?” He lowered his brows and tried to look stern, but the corner of his mouth kept lifting, spoiling the effect.
“Maybe. Do you mind terribly?” She gave him a coy smile, loving the way he teased her.
“Not at all. In fact, here.” He lay back and threw his arms wide. “Feel free to do anything you want to me.”
Chapter Four
Kat stared at Braeden’s hard, naked body and long-dormant fantasies surfaced. She licked her lips. “Anything?”
“No, not anything. I don’t trust the way that mind of yours works.”
She laughed fully at that. “You’re a smart man, Bro—Braeden Van Brunt.” She bit her lower lip at her mistake. Braeden. This was Braeden. He studied her again and she moved her gaze to his hard abdomen, but was distracted by another hardness that had sprung to life. Pride warmed her that he so quickly responded to her even when she was clothed.
Refusing to give in to his manhood’s blatant bid for attention, she drew closer to Braeden’s chest and satisfied her own curiosity. She bent and flicked her tongue across one of his nipples. It hardened immediately, bringing the skin around it to a tight, pebbled appearance. Was that how her nipples looked to him when they were hard?
Braeden’s hand touched her back.
With that bit of encouragement, she licked the nipple again. This time she swirled her tongue around it and sucked it into her mouth, thoroughly enjoying its hardened texture. Braeden’s hand on her neck encouraged more and she took the hard peak between her teeth and gently bit.
“Kat. You make me so hard.”
She raised her head to view the length of his large body and found his cock, as he called it, standing upright. Moving her hand across his chest, she indulged herself in the pleasure of feeling every contour, every edge of each muscle until she passed over his rippled abdomen and reached the juncture of his thighs.
