“Braxton,” she breathed out his name. His hand tightened around hers, showing her how hard to squeeze him as he worked her hand up and down his shaft. Her chest caught as her heart beat in rapid staccato in her ears. “Braxton, I don’t usually do this.”
“Do what,” he breathed out. “Dream about a wolf shifting into a man? Or jack a guy off?” He moaned when she gave him a squeeze.
“I’ve never done either one.” Heated desire poured through her, exciting her to the point that she might come by getting him off. Lust overrode any residuals of embarrassment. It felt too good to stop. Her dream, her rules.
“Have you ever given a guy a hand job?” Keeping one hand on top of hers, he reached up with his free hand and cupped her face.
“No.” She swallowed. Her lips parted under the gentle brush of his thumb. “I’ve never wanted to touch a man as badly as I want to touch you.”
“Come here.” He pulled her down, his mouth taking hers in a kiss so powerful her knees buckled.
His tongue dove inside her mouth, hot and fevered, and she moaned with pleasure at the invasion. Pressing one knee into the bed, she climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. She released his cock and sat against his bulging erection. They both moaned as she rocked her hips against his.
She leaned down, placing both hands on either side of his face, careful to keep her weight centered on his lap and away from his bandaged chest.
“Damn, Kate. I smell your sweet arousal, how wet you are.” He pulled her down into a kiss.
“Braxton?” She closed her eyes as his mouth licked down the side of her neck and sucked. Delicious chills swept across her heated body, and she wanted nothing more than to pull down her pants and sink down on his length.
“Yes, Kate?” he murmured against her parted lips, nipping at the corners.
“Are you really a wolf?” She ran her hand across his chest, her fingertips swirling the bristly dark hairs.
“Does it matter?” He tugged her earlobe into his mouth and sucked.
“No. But, if you are a wolf, don’t bite me.” She pressed her groin against his.
He chuckled, his laugh deep and sexy. “Don’t worry, my sweet Kate. You’ll love the way I bite.”
“I bet I will.” She pulled his face back and kissed him deep, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
His fingers dipped into the back of her pajamas, his hands reaching down to cup her butt. It was like he was branding himself on her. She’d never had a man touch her so possessively. The times she and Tom had sex, their interludes had always left her unfulfilled and never satisfied. Braxton stirred up more passion in her than her ex ever did.
His skilled fingers slid under the back of her panties and made their way further down, caressing up and down between her soft folds.
She moaned.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” Braxton’s hot breath against her neck made her tremble.
“Yes.” She arched her back, giving him more access. “Don’t stop touching me.”
“Look at me, Kate.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she held his gaze as he moved his hand around to her stomach and down the front of her pajamas. Her breath came out in hard fast pants and she couldn’t look away.
His nostrils flared as his fingers dipped into the wetness pooling between her legs. She shivered as his finger flicked across her sensitive clit. Slowly his fingers slid between her folds, teasing and taunting.
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and ground against his hand. She needed more.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful Kate.”
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Her face heated as his gray eyes bore into hers, captivating and controlling her in some indescribable way. She’d never been so attracted and drawn to someone like this in her whole life. It was like some kind of black magic.
He unleashed something so primitive and wild within her, it had her wanting more.
His talented fingers continued the exquisite assault between her legs as his intense gaze focused on her, like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
“I want you to touch me.” The words tumbled out of her lips in a heady rush.
“I am touching you, sweetheart.”
She groaned, wishing his fingers were deep within her. “You know what I mean.”
“I need to hear it Kate. I need you to say the words.”
She let the erotic words fall from her lips. “I want your fingers inside me.”
He growled and suddenly his finger was pushing at her wet entrance. His long finger slid partially in. She dug her fingernails into his biceps in ecstasy.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so tight.” He moved, slow steady pumps, teasing her. But it wasn’t enough. She ground her pelvis against his hand, wanting him deeper, but that was impossible with her pajama bottoms on.
“Take your pajamas off.” His deep voice sent delicious chills bouncing across her body. Despite his injury, he lifted her off him so she could remove her bottoms.
She tugged at her top and threw it on the floor. The bottoms were tossed in the air. Straddling him once again, she placed her hands on either side of his head. “Why can’t I have you in real life? Why does this have to be a dream?”