18. Bella
Chapter 18
Bella
B raden’s hot breath ghosts over my skin.
I bite my lip, trying my hardest not to climb him like a tree and have my way with him.
When I walked in a second ago to grab Maizie’s food and saw Braden shirtless, I stopped speaking. Because dear god, this man is beautiful.
Like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.
I mean, I knew he was ripped. He’s a professional hockey player. They’re all in incredible shape.
But to see his body up close and half-naked is something else entirely.
His torso looks like it was carved from marble. He’s all hard lines and bulging muscles. So tall and lean.
But then he scooped Maizie out of my hands and cuddled her sleeping body into his chest. And in that moment, he went from ridiculously hot to nuclear levels of hotness.
I drink in the visual of this insanely sexy man cuddling a cute puppy. Heat flashes across my body. That throb between my legs intensifies.
Get your vagina in check. Braden is off-limits, remember?
I force myself to listen to my inner voice of reason.
We’re neighbors. He’s a hockey player. I swore to myself I’d never, ever be with a hockey player again.
But my lady bits are aching, begging my brain to give up the good fight and just give in already, to tear his clothes off right here, right now.
A wicked smile tugs at Braden’s lips. Like he can read my mind. Like he can tell just how hard I’m fighting with myself to keep from jumping his bones.
He lets go of my chin and brushes my hair out of my face. Then he lowers his face to my neck and dusts a soft kiss on my skin.
I gasp. A million goosebumps flash across my skin. My clit pulses. My body remembers just how good hooking up with Braden felt.
“Is this okay, pretty girl? Is it okay that I’m kissing your neck?”
I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath as I nod.
“Did you miss me kissing you here?”
My eyelids flutter. “Y-Yes…”
He runs his tongue along the side of my neck and my knees buckle.
A soft growling noise rips from his throat. “Fuck, you taste good.”
I whimper. “W-We shouldn’t…”
“Why not?” he asks, his mouth against my skin.
I close my eyes and struggle to formulate a coherent thought. “Because I told myself we’d only ever hook up once…I can’t do it again.”
A low, rough chuckle falls from his lips as he leans back and looks me in the eye. “I remember the look on your face that night we were together. I could tell you didn’t want it to end. You wanted to give in.”
He traces his fingers along the slope of my neck. I shiver.
“Just like you want to give in right now,” he murmurs. He leans in and softly bites the hinge of my jaw, then brushes a whisper-soft kiss to my skin.
I let out a shaky breath.
“Why deny yourself? You’re the boss, pretty girl. You make the rules, right? You can break them too.”
I start to smile. He makes a valid point.
My clit pulses harder. I grip his shoulders, savoring the hot feel of his skin and the firmness of all that muscle.
He dusts kisses all along the side of my neck, down my shoulder. Seconds pass, and it gets harder and harder to maintain my composure.
My clit is throbbing, aching for more.
And then my brain goes into fuck it mode. He’s right. I’m in charge of myself. I can do whatever I want.
And what I want is Braden.
“Take me to your bedroom,” I whisper.
He smiles against my neck. He dusts a gentle kiss on my skin, then leans back, showing off the smuggest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”
He steps over to the couch and sets Maizie down on a blanket. She barely opens her eyes, she’s so tired.
He grabs my hand, leads me down the hall to his bedroom, and flips on the light. Then he turns to me and gently rests his hands on my waist, pulling me against him.
His sky-blue eyes are glittery and bright as he gazes down at me, still sporting that cocky grin .
I shake my head and fight a smile. “Look at you. So smug.”
He chuckles and traces his fingers along the hinge of my jaw. Goosebumps skitter across my skin.
This man knows exactly how I like to be touched.
He kisses me, slow and teasing at first, before sinking into a rhythm. It’s not long before our tongues get filthy. We’re kissing so hard that I’m moaning and panting.
I claw at his bare chest, then tug my fingers through his hair. He groans.
Without breaking our kiss, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I whimper at just how smoothly and effortlessly he pulled that off.
He walks me over to his bed, the two of us kissing the entire time. When he lowers me down, he breaks the kiss. He gazes down at me, those soft blue eyes hazy with arousal.
“What do you want, pretty girl?”
My tummy flips. Such a simple question. I can’t remember the last time the guy I was with asked me this when we were in bed.
I swallow and hold Braden’s gaze. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
A devilish smile pulls at his lips. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He kisses me once more in that same slow and teasing way that I already can’t get enough of.
He reaches down and tugs on the hem of my top. I raise my arms, and he pulls it over my head. I reach around and unhook my bra, then toss it aside.
When I lean back on the bed, I catch Braden staring at me. His eyes go wide as he grins at my chest.
“Fuck, those are pretty. ”
I bite my lip, giddy at his compliments. I grab my boobs and gently massage them in my hands.
Heat flashes in his eyes and the side of his jaw bulges as he bites down. He groans.
I bite back a smile. “You think so?”
“Don’t even try to be coy. You know you’ve got incredible tits.”
I giggle. He drops to his knees, grabs me by my thighs, and drags me closer to the edge of the bed. He unbuttons my jeans, then slowly slides them off.
My breathing kicks up when I notice him looking at the soaked crotch of my pink cotton panties.
That wicked smile is back. He runs his thumb along the wet spot, right over my clit. I gasp.
“All this for me?” he rasps.
I hold his gaze as I nod.
The corner of his mouth quirks up in a sexy half-smile. He runs his thumb over and over my clit, over the thin fabric of my panties. My pussy throbs and I make a desperate sound, then I stop myself, embarrassed at how loud I am.
Braden shakes his head. “Nope. None of that. I want you to be loud, pretty girl.”
I smile, then gasp when he works his thumb faster over my clit.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask.
“Making you feel good,” he says.
I let out a breathy laugh. “I can’t come like this.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Really?”
He presses harder and I gasp softly.
“You seem to like it,” he says.
“I do. It feels really good,” I say. “I’ve just never been able to come just from a guy’s hand before. ”
Heat flashes in those soft blue eyes. “Is that so?”
He drags his thumb over my clit, his circles getting faster and faster.
My mouth falls open as the pleasure amps up. Heat pools between my legs. My inner thigh muscles start to twitch and my breathing picks up.
“We’ll see about that, pretty girl.”
It’s not long before the pleasure starts to crest. My legs tremble as the heat and pressure inside of me build and build.
It’s only been a minute of Braden rubbing me outside of my panties and I’m on the verge of coming.
It’s never happened this quickly for me before, ever. And not like this, with a guy just using his fingers.
But Braden is different. He really, really knows how to use his hands.
My chest heaves with each ragged breath I take. Braden lowers his mouth to the inside of my thigh and kisses me.
And that’s what does me in. A second later, I come. Hard.