by Lexi Post
“Kat?”
She refocused her attention. “I know it’s frustrating for you. Maybe we can talk about this at Monday’s meeting.”
Max’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Of course. You know anyone can speak. We will just have to make sure you have a turn.” She looked at the small machine he had in his hand. “But until then, you better hide that from your grandmother. She wouldn’t be happy to know you have it.”
He nodded eagerly and stuffed the reader back between the cushion and arm of the chair. “Right.”
She bent low and kissed his forehead. “I have to get back to the inn. I will have Braeden do your work. Rest and get better because I will need you next weekend for festival.”
Max grinned and she took her leave.
* * * * *
Braeden opened the door to Kat’s bedroom to find her tying the neckline of the loose garment she wore to bed. Her hair was barely plaited from a long day of it escaping its confines. The glow of the lantern next to the bed lit her night clothes, teasing him with her curves.
She glanced up and sucked in a breath. Her attraction to him, when she allowed it to surface, made him feel as if he were her dream come true. He stood straighter, keeping the lantern he held behind him and a tight grip on the towel that lay low on his hips.
Her gaze covered his body and his cock responded. When she finally met his eyes, she swallowed. “I could have warmed up some water for you.”
“That’s okay. You can warm me up now.”
Her mouth shut at his statement and he smirked. For such a tough lady, she could be so sexy when caught off guard. “Would you unbraid your hair for me, Kat?”
“My hair?”
He smirked. “Yes, your hair. You know. Those long, blonde strands you keep tied at the back of your head.”
“Why?”
Had no one made love to this woman? Had no one ever shown her how beautiful she was? “Do you have a hairbrush?”
“Of course.” All bustle again, she moved to her chest and pulled out an old hairbrush. “Do you need it?” She glanced at his head.
He probably did, but that wasn’t what he wanted it for. “In a minute.”
He set down the lantern, picked up a straight-back chair that sat against the wall and placed it facing the armoire. Opening the floor-to-ceiling piece of furniture, he centered the chair across from the large oval Victorian mirror. “Sit.”
Puzzled, she started to obey.
“No, wait.”
She froze in place.
“Take your nightgown off.”
“My what?”
“That long shirt you’re wearing.”
“You mean my shift?”
He nodded.
“But I don’t have anything on underneath.”
He let his smile grow. “Exactly.”
The blush that rose to her cheeks transformed her from beautiful to a glowing goddess. “I can’t do that.”
He stepped next to her and took the brush from her hand. “Yes, you can.” Without giving her a chance to think, he grasped the edges and lifted the garment over her head. She lifted her arms and allowed him to have his way.
She was all curves, and seeing them for the first time all at once was breathtaking. He moved the nightstand closer to the chair so the lantern would illuminate her clearly. Then he took her hand and guided her to sit, forcing himself not to touch all the places he craved. This was about her.
Once she was seated, he moved the other lantern from the floor and set it on her bureau. When he turned back to look at her, she was bathed in a yellow glow.
Her gaze met his and the uncertainty he witnessed made him want to crush whoever had made her think she might be anything less than gorgeous. He forced his body to relax. She could simply be shy.
Best way to help that was to distract her. Without hesitation, he unfolded the towel from his hips and set it on the floor to the side of her.
“Braeden.” The word was a whisper.
“Yes.” He stepped in front of her, his cock as hard as permafrost and level with her mouth. It was almost too much to ignore, but he kept his control. He lifted her chin, forcing her to move her gaze to his face. “You’re lovely, Kat.”
Her brows furrowed. “Really?”
“Look for yourself.” He stepped aside.
She did. He watched as she studied herself in the mirror. Did she see what he saw, substantial breasts with dark, rosy areolas? Did she see the softness of her pale skin and the way it tightened inward at her waist before flaring enticingly to her hips? Her legs… Damn, her legs were fully shaped and begged him to nestle between them.
She moved her gaze away from the mirror and looked at him. “I’ve never looked before.”
His cock jumped as multiple images flashed through his mind of the two of them with a mirror over a bed. He had to control himself. He squeezed the brush in his hand and focused on what he intended in the first place. “Sit back and watch the mirror.”
She did as told for a change.
Kneeling on the towel next to her, he pulled her braid to the side and untied the leather at the end. He threw the tie toward the chest, anxious to see the transformation that was sure to come. The silken strands unwound themselves with little help from him. The softness against his fingers had his cock jealous, but he somehow kept his concentration. Gently, he ran the brush through her hip-length hair. The strands glowed in the lantern light, their pale color appearing a deeper yellow. He imagined they were thrilled to be free.
Carefully, he brushed every one multiple times from scalp to tip, enjoying the fine silk against his hands. He glanced at the mirror and found Kat had closed her eyes. She looked as if she were ready to purr. He continued to brush through her hair until it flowed like liquid gold. Dividing it in two, he lay half over each shoulder. It fell against her breasts and teased her thighs.
Kat’s eyes opened.
He pointed. “See. That’s you.”
He left the brush on the floor and rose to stand behind her. Watching her look at herself fascinated him. He’d never been with a woman who was so ignorant of her own beauty. Kat could have passed for Lady Godiva. The thought of her naked on Daredevil’s back had his cock leaking pre-cum. Shit, he would take her that way too if he had any say in it.
“I’m pretty.” The words, spoken so softly, almost in awe, fell from her lips and straight into his heart.
“Yes. You are.” He put his hands on her shoulders, unable to resist touching her for one more minute. The silkiness of her fluid hair over her soft skin was too erotic to ignore. He let his hands follow her hair down, over her breasts and waist to her thighs. Gently, he pushed her legs apart and whispered in her ear, “You’re beautiful here too.”
Kat’s gaze flew to his in the reflection. “I don’t think—”
“Look. I want you to look at yourself. I want you to see these folds of pink.”
Hesitantly, she lowered her gaze in the mirror.
He brushed her pale curls upward and moved his fingers to show her. “Here is your clit, which is hard with excitement. And this,” he spread her inner labia, “this is where I enter your tight pussy. Do you have any idea how good it feels to be inside you?”
When she didn’t answer, he moved his gaze from her pussy to her face. She was staring at herself as if mesmerized. He had to show her more. Slowly, so she could see, he moved one finger toward her opening. At the moist juices he found, he breathed easier and gradually inserted a finger inside her as she watched him do it.
Her lips parted and her breaths whispered past his arm.
While his right hand began a slow glide in and out, he used his left to stroke her nipple, rubbing the soft strands of her hair across it. He couldn’t stop staring at her as she watched him do what he wanted to her body. It was a powerful spell he was caught in, and he didn’t want it to break.
A tiny moan escaped from her lips and he kissed her temple, but didn’t take his eyes off her refl
ection. He changed his pace between her legs and pulled out to circle her clit with his wet finger.
Her reaction was swift. Her eyes widened and her breathing increased. He slid back inside her and brought his finger out again to repeat the circular action.
Kat gripped the seat of the armless chair as he continued his erotic assault on her body. Even as his right hand worked her pussy and clit, his left attended to her nipples, first one, then the other, while he dropped light kisses along her neck.
Her head tilted back, but he pressed his hips against it. He sucked in a breath as his hard cock connected with her silky strands. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see yourself come.”
Even as he said the words, her body tightened in response. The muscles in her thighs and stomach became more defined. She was close. But she kept her eyes open.
He applied more pressure to her clit and rolled her nipple, while his cock set a rhythm of its own against her hair. But as her tight walls squeezed his finger hard, he used his other hand to stroke her nub, building her pleasure. Her legs opened wider and then shut hard upon his hands as her whimpers of ecstasy filled his ears and tightened his balls.
He needed to be inside her where her pussy held his finger tight. He’d never needed a woman before. Not like this.
Unable to bear it, he pulled his finger from between her thighs and her eyes opened.
He caught her gaze in the mirror. “And this is what you look like when you’re satisfied.”
She looked at herself then. Her mouth formed an O but she didn’t speak.
Did she see her own radiant beauty, the flush in her cheeks, her still-hard nipples, the moist, pink pussy? He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked, closing his eyes as he savored her own unique flavor. When he opened them again, he found her staring at him as if she could devour him. His cock jumped.
She gave him a shy smile in the reflection before she rubbed her head back and forth across his erection.
“Kat, you will make me come right here and I don’t want to.”
She tilted her head to look at him directly. “What do you want, then?”
“I want to be deep inside your tight sheath and come until I have nothing left.” Her flush reminded him she liked to know what he would do.
The clock in the hall chimed eleven and she suddenly stood, her hair sweeping behind her to touch her ass. Damn, he’d yet to fully appreciate that particular asset. Maybe he could do so now.
She turned and faced him, but his gaze moved to the mirror where her full butt curved away from the ends of her hair, making him want to grab her there and never let go.
“Go to the bed.” She raised her hand and pointed.
He could give her a hard time about her bossiness, but his cock had other ideas. “Were you not happy with my performance?” He spoke as he stepped toward the bed.
She put her hands on her hips. “Are you begging for a compliment?”
He grinned. “Maybe.”
Kat let her gaze roam over Braeden’s chiseled body. How could he be so built, so confident, and wonder if he pleased her? He must have felt her pleasure. As the image of his finger buried deep inside her filled her brain, so too did anguish fill her heart. “You pleased me well. Now it’s my turn. Lie down.”
He raised one brow but obeyed, crossing his arms behind his head, legs crossed at the ankle.
She bit her lip. She’d only ridden a man once and something about Braeden had her instinct telling her it would be good. But more than that, she could control how close they could be. She only had an hour left with him and she wanted to be touching him every moment.
Approaching the bed, she stared before running her hands over his pectorals, across his hard nipples, down his rippled stomach until she reached his proud cock. She grasped the base and kissed its tip.
He held his breath but she didn’t take him in her mouth. Instead, she brushed her hair over the head.
“Kat.”
She ignored him. Instead, she crawled onto the bed and pushed his legs apart. Kneeling between them, she lowered her head so her hair enveloped his length.
“Oh God.” His guttural words had her heart skipping a beat.
Moving her mass of hair to one side, she gently wrapped it around his cock. His entire body tensed harder than a cannon. Slowly, she raised her head and watched as her hair first tightened and then unwrapped from him.
“Kat. I’m going to come.”
She smiled as she wound her hair around him again, this time holding the end. Then she pulled her head up, tightening her silken sheath around him.
“Oh shit.” Braeden’s hands fisted in the quilt as his body arched toward her. Pleasure filled her heart and new moisture pooled between her thighs, but this was for him, not her.
She loosened her hair’s hold by bowing her head, but no sooner had he taken a breath than she raised her head again.
This time he yelled and his body shuddered as he bowed up from the bed and came into her pale strands. She squeezed her hair harder around him, loving that she could please him.
When he finally lowered his hips to the bed, she let go of her hair and it unwound from his cock.
“Wow.”
Yes, exactly. That was the word for him. She crawled over his body until she could lie on his chest, her legs nestled between his.
He brought one arm around her, pressing her wet hair against her back. “I didn’t mean to get you dirty.”
She shrugged. “I don’t mind as long as it felt good.”
He tilted her head back to look at her. “Are you begging for a compliment?”
“Absolutely not. I know you enjoyed that.”
He chuckled, a sound she loved hearing. Actually, she loved many things about him. Maybe a few too many.
He bent his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I could make love to you all night.”
She stiffened at his words. They didn’t have all night. They only had…how long did they have? She listened for any sound from the grandmother clock. It chimed every fifteen minutes. How long had it taken? How long did they have left?
“Kat. What is it?”
She pushed herself up to kneel between his legs. “We don’t have much time left.”
“What are you talking about? We have all night if we want.”
She shook her head. “No, we don’t. It’s Sunday. At midnight you will disappear and I won’t see you for another year of your life.”
He stared, uncomprehending.
“The time issue? Between our two eras? Remember?”
His face grew serious. “You sincerely believe I will disappear at the stroke of midnight.”
“I do.”
He cupped her cheek. “If what you say is true, then I suggest we make love again right away.”
A flare of excitement grasped her heart. “But how can you? You just—”
“Came? Yes, I did. But you sitting there between my thighs, looking so lusciously delectable, has got me wanting more.”
Kat glanced down. By the saints, he was already hard again. She returned her gaze to his face.
“What can I say? You do that to me.” He moved his hands to her thighs.
Warmth suffused her body at his words and she wasted no time. Pushing herself forward, she straddled his hips.
He moved his legs together while she rubbed her wet labia up his hard cock.
“Ride me, Kat.”
Yes. She wanted to ride. To have him to herself. To keep him to herself.
The clock in the hall chimed fifteen past the hour. “Yes.” Placing her hands on his hard chest, she lifted her hips high and slowly lowered herself onto him. His cock spreading her made her moan, but she continued her leisurely decent until she was completely impaled. She wriggled a bit, trying to get closer, pushing down on his abdomen, making him slide just another half inch.
Not enough. She pushed herself up to sit straight and melted as his cock tip touched the end of her sheath. “Yes. I want all
of you inside me like this.”
Braeden’s chest muscles tensed and he grasped her hands in his. “You’re so tight. I have to move. Come with me.”
She loved the fullness of him inside her and didn’t want to lose it, but she couldn’t deny him. She nodded.
Without warning, his hips lifted her and the pressure inside increased, sending shards of pleasure from her core to her extremities. “Braeden.” His name was but a whisper as her breath was forced from her lungs.
Her body tensed as he lowered his hips but raised her hands in his. His arms bulged with tense muscles as he grasped her. “Ride me.”
And then she understood. As his hips pushed upward again, she held his hands as she tilted her hips, rubbing her nub against his flesh as he pressed into her. Flashes of exquisite excitement streaked through her body in ragged edges, like lightning in the night sky. As Braeden lowered his hips again, she rocked back, still held steady by their joined hands. Oh Lord, it was too good.
He increased their pace and she rode him as he wanted, her body tensing in anticipation with each thrust upward and igniting as his cock pushed her beyond limits she’d never explored.
She watched his hard body grow tighter even as her own was shredding with pleasure. His eyes closed as he concentrated on lifting her, enjoying her, until his face tightened.
Her sheath constricted in readiness and his shout released her even as his seed flooded her. Complete. Finally complete. The thought flitted by as her body spasmed over his. Her hips moved beyond her control as she milked every last drop of him into her and soothed her sensitive clit in his liquid.
He pulled her down on top of his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “What do you do to me, lady?”
With her ear pressed to his chest, she could barely hear him above the rampant beat of his heart. She tightened around him and his breath caught.
“Whoa, there. Let a man enjoy the moment.”
She smiled against his chest. She hadn’t meant to do it, but it felt right.
He stroked her back, which helped her relax, but reality intruded. She lifted her head and stared into his darkened eyes. “I don’t want you to go yet.”
He pulled her hair to one side and smoothed it down her back before he responded. “Yet? You mean you want me to go later?”
