Her eyes locked with his.
“I was wrong; those feelings have always been there. This marriage started out of convenience, but now I know I’ve always wanted you. It’s always been you.”
Paisley turned facing Braxton, but couldn’t look at him again. Like a scared mouse, she scampered to Emmy’s crib. Reaching for the little girl and tucking her close to her heart as an added shield against the words Braxton was saying. Slowly, he was working his way deeper into her heart, stripping all her defenses away.
Braxton followed her. “I’d been a hardhead when it came to you. I’d rationalized away all my feelings. But the other night, what we shared only solidified how things should be between us.” Braxton raised his hand to cup Paisley’s cheek. “You’re my wife, my heart, and it’s time we stop acting like roommates and start acting like husband and wife. You belong in my bed, Paisley. You should be the first face I see in the morning and the last I see when I close my eyes. You’re my future, and I don’t want to spend another day without you consuming every inch of my life.”
Tears fell down Paisley’s face. She’d wanted to hear those words from Braxton for so long, and now there they were. He was confessing his love for her.
“What do you say, butterfly? Are you in it for the long haul?”
She didn’t have to wait to answer his question, nor did she have to use words. Crushing her body to his wasn’t an option—not with their daughter between them. Instead she raised her head, gazing at his lips, and he read her thoughts as he took her mouth to seal them together forever.
Chapter 30 Six months later
Paisley stood at the entrance to the walk-in wearing one of Braxton’s dress shirts; only the bottom two buttons held the shirt in place. Her plump, ample breasts popped out of the edges of the shirt, her nipples hidden by the fabric.
Braxton was lying on his back watching the television that hung on the wall, engrossed in the latest episode of Shameless. He glanced to the side and caught a glimpse of Paisley, but her half-dressed state hadn’t initially registered in his mind. “I’m a better dad than William H. Macey right, butterfly?”
Paisley didn’t answer. Instead she remained where she was, waiting for Braxton to glance her way again.
“I can’t believe Fiona isn’t coming back for season ten.” He’d fired off another random comment, yet his eyes were still fixated on the show.
“Maybe that’s why Ian is returning. It won’t make a difference though; the show sucks.”
She’d known that would catch his attention. Trash talking one of his favorite shows always opened him up for debate and made him fighting mad.
“How could you say that?” Braxton pried his eyes away from the television, finally noticing Paisley dressed in only his shirt. His Adam's apple bounced up and down as he swallowed. “Now that’s a sight I’ll never get tired of seeing.”
Paisley pushed off the doorframe and strutted toward Braxton, her lips slightly parted. Her tongue slowly peeked out, enticing him when it ran along her bottom lip.
Braxton focused on the sway of her hips as she moved toward him. His hand reached down to adjust himself as his length began to harden with every step she took.
When she arrived at the bed, she straddled him without hesitation. Her hands grasped his hair, tugging his head back and giving her access to his neck. She became the aggressor, taking what she wanted instead of submitting to his desires, and Braxton was turned on by it.
His steel hard erection below her told her everything she needed to know. She planned to have him begging for mercy and willing to surrender to any request before the night was over. With her end game in sight, she took control and rubbed herself up and down on his dick.
He felt her heat through his boxer briefs, and when he reached around to grab her ass, he found that she was bare under his shirt. Braxton released a low, deep moan as he pressed her center harder against himself, but she slapped his hands away.
“I’m in control tonight, Brax, not you.” Her voice shook as she’d said the words. It took all her strength to push him away when what she really wanted was to submit and let him roll her to her back and devour her. But that wouldn’t get her what she wanted, so she knew she had to stay strong.
Her hands reached between them, allowing her to slide the band of his Armani’s down his legs. He rose his ass off the bed just enough to assist her, and once she had them far enough down, he put his contortionist skills to work by kicking himself free. He felt her slick heat against his skin as he reached for her hips, hoping to move her against his length.
Paisley rolled off his body; a frustrated grown filled the silent room.
“You’re killing me, butterfly. Get back up here and let me slide into that wet pussy and make you feel good.”
She laughed. It was funny how he thought he was in control of the situation, but it was time for her to show him that wasn’t the case at all. She reached out, taking his manhood into her hand, and began to stroke him slowly. Braxton attempted to speed up the pace by thrusting himself into her. Paisley quickly let go of her grip, her eyes narrowed when his met hers.
Braxton raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I get it. But don’t blame me if I explode before you get yours.”
Paisley rolled her eyes at his overly dramatic statement. The hellcat knew better. He could have fucked all night if he wanted to and he’d proven that to her numerous times. She reached out, clasping him once again, only this time
