Page 63 of Protect Me
No, Icraveit.
And if I’m going to be hunted either way, I’m done denying myself what I want most.
Bracken’s hands slide down my body, and he grips my ass, lifting as I wrap both legs around his waist. He presses me back against the wall then takes my hands and pins them above my head with one of his.
It’s then he pulls back and stares down at me.
I’m at his mercy. Trapped between his hard body and the wall.
“If you’re going to say no again, you’d better fucking do it now.”
“I’m not.”
“No?” he questions as he uses his free hand to trace my jaw.
“No. I want you. All of you. And I’m tired of fighting it.”
He leans in and scrapes the stubble coating his sharp jaw against my cheek. Goosebumps flare to life along my flesh even as my insides turn molten. “Tonight, you’ll just get me,” he whispers. “That still okay with you, muse?” He thrusts his hips against me, pressing his hard length against my center.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
“Please what, Sway?”
“You. Me,” I whisper. He’s barely begun, and already I can hardly formulate a single word.
“Tell me what you want, Sway.”
“You inside of me,” I reply. “Now. Please.”
Bracken chuckles and, keeping me pinned to his body, pulls away from the wall and crosses toward my bed. “I’m taking my time with you, gorgeous. There’s not a damn thing we have to rush. Not tonight.”
He sets me on my feet then pulls back and stares down at me. I can see fire in his gaze. Passion I’m desperate to taste. “Take your clothes off,” he orders as he backs away and crosses his arms. “I want to watch you.”
My pulse hammers as I reach down and tug my sweatshirt over my head. Since I wear nothing beneath it, Bracken’s sharp intake of breath is music to my ears. I look up at him before turning so he can see my back as I kick out of my shoes. Then, slowly bending at the waist, I lower my leggings to the ground.
Bracken growls low and deep, and if I weren’t already drenched with desire, that sound alone would have done it. “You have the most perfect fucking ass. Don’t move,” he orders.
I remain bent over as Bracken comes to stand behind me. He palms my ass with both hands and squeezes. A moan slips from my lips as he slides those hands to the insides of my thighs. But as I wish he’d keep touching me, Bracken moves away.
“Stand up and face me.”
I do as he orders, turning to face him. My gaze drops to the massive bulge in his pants, and my mouth waters. What will it feel like to have him inside of me? What would he do if I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth for him?
“Fuck, Sway. Killian deserves a fucking medal.”
“For what?”
“Keeping his hands off of you after seeing you naked. You are breathtaking.”
My cheeks heat.
Bracken peels his shirt over his head, and I nearly choke on my own desire.Fuck.Broad-chested and muscled, he has the body of a fighter. I step closer and reach out to press the tips of my fingers to a massive scar that runs from one pectoral muscle down to his side. As I look closer, I see dozens more smaller ones just like it. I inhale sharply as I realize scars mar nearly every inch of his chest.
“I used to lose fights on purpose,” he replies, and I recall him telling me his House used to force him to fight.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because they would fix fights in order to win the bets placed on the fighters, and I refused to play their game. They’d whip me for it, but I didn’t stop.”