Braxton brushed her wet hair away from her face. The touch of his hand sent shivers down her body. Her lips were soft and tender and he placed multiple kisses to her face. First to her lips, then the tip of her nose, and her forehead was next. By the time he reached her neck, she was panting with desire.
Braxton placed one last kiss to her lips, and then he left her side. Her eyes followed his body as he stood beside the bed and slowly undressed. The removal of his shirt, exposed his perfectly defined chest and rock-solid eight-pack, her center clenched and released several times as her desire for him built higher and higher. He was a perfect specimen of a man; his body was one that women dreamt of. His fingers moved slowly, almost as if the removal of his jeans was being played back to her in slow motion. The wait was agonizingly painful.
Her breath hitched as he lowered his zipper halfway before stopping. Paisley’s eyes found his face. She saw a devious look in his eyes and an all too familiar smirk. “Do you like what you see, butterfly?”
Paisley nodded. “Can you undress faster.”
Braxton leaned forward, placing a hand on the bed to steady himself as he claimed her lips. Their kiss was hard and passionate as their tongues twisted and danced together briefly before he pulled away. She was breathless, and his excitement soared higher. He gripped the sides of his jeans and slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered them before stepping out.
He stood before her in tight grey boxer briefs, his erection barely contained by the fabric as the top of his length peeked over the waistband. A drop of his desire rested at the opening of his tip. He bent once again, only this time he didn’t kiss her. With one knee on the bed, he reached for her towel, his hands making quick work of untying the ends. He tossed both sides to the bed, fully exposing her deliciously tanned body before him. His eyes scanned over her. Her nipples were tight and hard, begging for him to take them in his mouth. His eyes roamed farther, over her perfectly toned stomach down to her flawlessly waxed landing strip. A deep, low rumble resonated from his throat at the sight. Her body shuddered. Then, he saw it: the evidence that he could have lost her back then. Her body tensed when his eyes lingered too long on her incision.
“I know it’s ugly.” Paisley's hand immediately covered the still red and puffy scar.
Braxton hadn’t meant to make her feel self-conscious about it. He didn’t care at all what it looked like, and he didn’t want her to think that he did. His hands grasped hers as he pulled them away, allowing him access to the scar. He placed several small kisses over the now healed mark.
Her body tensed beneath him, and he raised his head so their eyes connected. “Don’t. Don’t ever think that it takes away from your beauty. It doesn’t. It’s just another part of you for me to love.” The words he spoke were sincere and tender. He didn’t want her to think that he found her unappealing.
Paisley visibly relaxed at his words, letting him know he could continue with his assault upon her body. And ravishing her was what he wanted to do.
His kisses continued to her hip bone, then down one of her legs. He tasted the saltiness of her skin on his tongue as he sucked his way back up her leg, stopping once he reached the backside of her knee. He watched as she closed her eyes. Her breath shuddered with each nip of his teeth lightly against the inside of her thigh. He could tell her desire for him was on overload with each placement of his mouth on her body.
“Braxton,” Paisley moaned his name loudly. She squirmed beneath him. His lips got closer and closer to her center. His next move would claim the nub above her entrance--he pulled away, leaving her obviously breathless and frustrated.
Paisley’s eyes sprung open. Braxton met them, lust and desire reverberating from his entire being. “Are you ready for this, butterfly?”
“Yes.” The word came out breathy and drawn. She’d finally spoke, and all she could say was one word. She couldn’t articulate what was on her mind. Stop teasing me. Take me now. Send me to the moon and back with your amazing dick.
Braxton stood quickly and removed his boxer briefs. His erection was on full display to her. The tip of the head was wet, swollen, and deep red. It had taken all his self-restraint not to release his desire.
“You like what you see, butterfly?” He reached down and stroked himself several times. “I’m ready to explode all over you. The minute my lips touched your thigh, I had to stop or I was going to embarrass myself by releasing all over your leg.”
Paisley’s stomach fluttered with butterflies. “Do naughty things to me, Brax.” Her words were but a whisper from her lips to his ears.
Braxton crawled between her legs, pressing his body to hers. His erection pressed hard against her center as their bodies aligned. He slid his fingers into her hair as he held her face in place, and he claimed her mouth once more. This kiss was different than any that came before it. This kiss was laced with desire and want—a prelude to the night's adventures.
Braxton stared into Paisley's eyes when they ended the kiss. He searched one then the other for any indication that she may feel differently than he did. Finding nothing, he decided to go for it. He was going to share his heart and soul with her and if she broke it, then so be it. But he couldn’t give her everything he wanted if he wasn’t willing to risk it all and bare his true feelings to her.
“I’m in love with you, Paisley. I think I
