Page 100 of Branded (Breakers Hockey)

Twenty-Nine

Cas

She was beneath me, staring up with swollen lips and hooded eyes.

And we hadn’t even gotten started, and I was already walking the razor’s edge of retaining control and blowing my load.

“Fuck,” I hissed, clenching my jaw, trying to summon my patience.

This was not the time to rip off her clothes and fuck her.

Uncertainty crept into her eyes, and that had me uttering fuck again—though this time it was only in my head because I wasn’t frustrated with Jules, wasn’t angry or pissed off at all.

What I was…well, I was fighting for control and my woman was sexy as shit and…

I repeated, I was fighting for control .

Thankfully, I summoned a modicum of it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, bracing myself up on one hand and tracing up her side with my other, loving that she shivered, her body melting with just that touch, her back arching, hips bucking against me.

Strip her naked.

Fuck her fast and furious.

But she deserved more.

More dredges of control being summoned, and I managed to give her more, bending and kissing her until my lungs screamed for air, until her arms and legs had wrapped around me, and she was grinding against my dick.

That was dangerous. Especially as her moans kept coming, and she continued to rub against me.

I dragged my mouth along her jaw, kissed my way down her throat, traced my tongue along her delicate collarbones.

“Cas,” she moaned.

“Yeah, gorgeous?”

Her fingers in my hair, holding her against me.

“ Cas .” Another moan.

“I like the way you say my name,” I muttered, nipping her collarbone, palming her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples, and then, needing skin, reaching for the hem of her CeCe’s-branded shirt and tugging it off over her head.

Pretty.

So fucking pretty.

No.

Gorgeous.

“Fuck,” I whispered, mouth watering. “You are so fucking beautiful .”

She inhaled sharply, breasts jiggling in her plain cotton bra that barely contained her breasts. Not lace and satin, but utilitarian and simple…and still the sexiest piece of clothing I’d ever been lucky enough to lay eyes on. “Cas.”

I bent, pressed a kiss to the spot between her breasts, running my tongue over one plump globe and then the other.

When she inhaled again, hips rolling needily against me, I tugged one cup down and—hell—my cock jerked hard .

A puffy pink nipple, just begging for my mouth.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered, flicking out my tongue, dragging it around the sensitive peak, watching it tighten in response.

Then I took that hardened bud into my mouth, gently at first, and when her hips jerked and her hands came to my hair, winding firmly through the strands again, holding me tighter against her, I drew harder and deeper.

“ Cas! ” Her fingers tightened almost painfully, but she could rip it the fuck out for all I cared because the feel of her in my mouth, on my tongue, my lips, made that small pain worth it.

So much so that I kissed my way to her other breast, yanked that side of her bra down, and gave her other nipple the same treatment.

Her moans were music to my ears.

Her body was the stuff of dreams.

Her there with me right then, allowing me to touch her, to be in this bed?—

That was every-fucking-thing .

I kissed the underside of her breasts, shifted down further, nipping at her ribs, at her hip bones.

My hands curved over her belly, tracing the faint marks there, the ones that proclaimed to the world that she’d helped to create something wonderful, that she’d carried her son, protected him in her body.

And then I was moving lower, circling the faint indent of her belly button, allowing my mouth to drift toward the button of her jeans.

She inhaled sharply when I flicked it open, when I started dragging the tag of her zipper down, so I paused, glanced up at her.

But her eyes told me that had been a good inhalation, a good reaction.

Okay then.

I shifted, tugged her jeans off, tossing them to the side, leaving her in hedgehog-printed panties and a bra that was doing nothing to cover those luscious breasts.

The latter probably wasn’t comfortable, though, so I slipped a hand beneath her back and undid the hooks, and so sad for me, but then she was topless.

And a moment later, she was fully naked, after I’d whisked her underwear down her legs, threw it to the side so that it joined her jeans on the floor.

“Cas,” she whispered, and I realized I’d frozen, that I’d been staring at the gloriousness of all that naked, curvy, beautiful woman beneath me for who knew how long.

Though, for long enough that a blip of insecurity had entered the edges of her eyes.

“Don’t,” I ordered, cupping her cheek. “Don’t for one second think that you like this, you in this bed with me, you naked and beneath me, isn’t the most beautiful gift you could ever give me.”

“Cas,” she whispered again, but it wasn’t insecure, not this time.

It was paired with glassy eyes and a soft expression.

I’d give anything so that I could see that look again and again and again.

“You with me?”

Teeth in her bottom lip.

My fingers slid into her hair. “Gorgeous.” It was a warning and a statement.

Both of which she seemed to pick up on because amusement slid into her eyes as she nodded. “You’re not going to let me believe otherwise, are you?”

“Nope.” I kissed that abused bottom lip of hers. “Now, as you’re sitting in the truth that you’re fucking beautiful, is there anything you don’t like? Anything that’s off-limits?”

Pink on her cheeks before her brows formed high arches on her forehead, but even though that incredulity (and the giggle that followed) were at my expense, it was better than the insecurity from moments before.

“Off-limits? It’s our first time together.

What kind of crazy sexcapades are you going to bust out? ”

I’d do pretty much anything to make her come, so the list was long.

But I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I said, “So, no limits then?”

“I—” More pink on her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip again. And more heat in her eyes.

Hey now.

That was interesting.

It was also hell on my razor-thin control.

“How about we talk about your limits later?” I said, bending to take her nipple in my mouth again—only this time my ribs decided to be assholes, picking that goddamned moment to send a shock of pain through me.

“What?” she asked, unfortunately not missing that fact. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. “Your ribs and I made you carry me and?—”

A long, wet kiss.

“You didn’t make me do anything, gorgeous,” I told her. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you from the first moment I saw you.”

“I—” She froze. A shake of her head. “We’ll talk about that later, too.”

Her hand on my chest, coaxing me back, and truthfully, I didn’t fight her too much, not when the movement made her breasts jiggle, not when the movement brought her on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, her hands going to the hem of my shirt.

A gentle movement brought the material up and over my head.

Which, admittedly, didn’t feel all that great.

But I’d had worse.

“Shit, honey,” she whispered.

I blinked, both hated and loved the concern on her face.

“God,” she whispered, gently running her fingertips over the large bruise on my side. “This has to hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

“It’s huge .”

I grinned.

She froze again, only this time amusement warred with annoyance. “Seriously?”

“Is this where I shouldn’t say, words a man lives to hear?”

A sigh. A roll of her eyes.

“Gorgeous?” I asked innocently.

“Yeah?” And hell, if I wasn’t making progress—if only because she didn’t hesitate to respond to the nickname I’d given her.

I crooked a finger. “Come here.”

“I’m naked and on top of you,” she replied tartly. “How much closer can I get?”

Sass.

She was giving me sass.

And I fucking loved it.

More progress.

But I didn’t focus on that, just filed it away to celebrate later as I settled my hands on her ass, as I coaxed her up my body.

Higher.

Higher.

Until she was hovering over my ribs, my shoulders, my…face.

“You can get closer,” I rasped.

And then I tugged her down.