Crushing on Love (The Bradens of Peaceful Harbor, Book Four)

by Melissa Foster

  “Open wider for me, baby.”

  She obeyed his sexy command, holding on to his shoulders and watching his big hand stroke his cock, one long stroke after another, as he brought his mouth to her center. His tongue dipped inside her, then slid between her wet folds, and in one long slide, he stroked over her swollen clit. He took it between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue and driving her out of her mind. Her eyes slammed shut as his tongue shot deep inside her.

  “Watch, baby. Watch me love you.”

  She forced her eyes open again, meeting his dark stare as he opened his mouth wide and settled it over her sex, fucking her with his tongue, still stroking his cock. Her whole body was on fire. She’d never even watched porn, but she knew this was a million times hotter. Seeing her badass mountain man’s enormous hand stroking himself as he took her up, up, up. He leaned back, giving her a better view of his long tongue sliding along her sex, and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She sucked in a shaky breath.

  “Grizz, you’re gonna make me come.”

  A wicked grin slid into place. “Hell, yes, I am.”

  He loved her with his mouth as his fingers found her pleasure spot, and her legs buckled. He released his shaft and gripped her hips, holding her steady.

  “I’ve got you, baby. Let go. Come on my mouth. Let me taste all of you.”

  As if she could hold back? She was strung tighter than a violin.

  He brought his mouth to her again, sucking and teasing, as his fingers invaded her, sliding over her most sensitive nerves. When he sealed his mouth over her center again, licking her around his fingers, she came hard.

  “Grizz—” she cried out, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

  He stayed with her, riding the crest with her. As the last ripple shuddered through her, he rose to his feet, his lips glistening with her desire. He wiped his palm over his lips, then lowered his damp hand to his shaft and gave it one long stroke. She. Almost. Came. Again.

  His mouth swooped down and captured hers, kissing her rough and deep. Her thoughts blurred together.

  “More. I want more,” she heard herself beg.

  “Your mouth, baby. I want it on me.” He held her gaze as he guided her hand to his cock.

  She loved the feel of him, long, hard, and thick. She gave him a little shove and he sank down to the couch with a seductive groan, eyes trained on hers, bordering on predatory. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She loved feeling in control, knowing the clenching of his jaw was because of the pleasure she was bringing him. She got down on her knees and swirled her tongue over the wide crown of his cock and teased over the slit. He hissed out her name, his chin falling to his chest as he watched her. She licked him low, dragging her tongue over his sac, feeling it pebble against her hand and earning another guttural groan.

  “So good, baby,” he said in a gravelly voice.

  She licked him from base to tip, then took him in deep. He groaned louder, his hips rising as she drew him out slowly, teasing his swollen glans, before taking him in again. He tangled his hands in her hair, his hips moving with her now. She felt him swell in her hand, and she wanted to taste his essence, to feel him lose control the way he had the other morning. Raw and untethered.

  He touched her cheeks and withdrew from her mouth. Without a word he reached for her and lifted her over him, guiding her down on his rigid shaft. She lost her breath as he filled her, embracing her with his strong arms, kissing her hard as he drove into her from beneath. His strength rippled through her core. She felt every inch of him, felt the power he was holding back trapped in his corded muscles. She wanted to feel all of that power. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw and straight down to the base of her neck, sucking so hard she felt it between her legs. His hand cruised over her ass and between her cheeks, teasing her tightest hole. Between sucking on her neck, the feel of his cock pounding into her, and the titillating, dark pleasures his fingers were giving her, she lost it and tumbled over the edge. Her body quaked and shivered as a stream of desperate pleas left her lungs. Her inner muscles pulsed around him, and still he remained hard and insistent, taking her up, up, up to the peak of a second orgasm on the heels of the first.

  She collapsed against him, breathing erratically, unable to think as he held her close, kissing her cheeks, her chin, her mouth. He brushed her hair from her face. She managed a small smile and rested her head on his shoulder.

  He cradled her on his lap, still buried deep inside her, whispering so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes. Not for what he was saying, but because she knew the day would come when they wouldn’t be together.

  “I’ve got you, baby. You’re so beautiful. I’ve got you.” He stroked her back, holding her so close their hearts beat frantically against each other until they finally found the same rhythm.

  He lifted her face from his shoulder and framed it with his hands. His eyes filled with regret at the sight of her tears. “Baby? Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “Make love to me, Grizz. All of me.” Make me forget that one day we won’t be together.

  STEVE CARRIED SHANNON into the bedroom, worried about the look he’d seen in her eyes. He stripped off the blanket and laid her in the middle of the bed, following her down. He settled his hips over hers and gazed into her eyes. Whatever trouble he’d seen was gone, replaced with pure, unadulterated lust.

  He touched his lips to hers, cradling her head in his hands, wanting her to feel safe and loved.

  “Take me, Grizz. Don’t hold back.”

  “Baby…”

  “Don’t think.” She reached up and touched his cheek, a sweet smile lifting her lips. “I can feel you holding back, and I don’t want you to.”

  He ground his teeth together. He was holding back, and he was holding back a hell of a lot every time they were intimate. She incited desires in him that made him nearly lose his mind. “When I’m with you, I want to push us further, take more, but—”

  “Then do.”

  Christ, even hearing her tell him to let go, seeing the passion in her eyes, made it hard for him to restrain himself. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull back once we…”

  “You don’t have to. I want all of you,” she said with so much love in her eyes it filled the space between them. “All of you, Grizz. Whatever you’re holding back, I want it. I want to feel you lose control.”

  She rocked her hips, nestling the head of his cock against her center. The need to drive into her was almost too strong to resist—almost. She’d opened a door, and he wasn’t about to walk away, despite the voice in his head reminding him that the further they went, the harder it would be to say goodbye.

  He pressed his lips to hers and gazed into her eyes again. “Only for you, sweet girl. You do this to me. No one else. This is only for you.”

  Rearing up on his knees, he drank in the sight of her lying so trustingly beneath him. Her heavy breasts rose with each breath, and her pert nipples were oh so tempting. He wanted to bring her as much pleasure as she brought him. His eyes trailed down her body to the swell of her hips. God, he loved her curves. He trailed his fingers down her ribs and over her hips, then down her thighs. Goose bumps chased after his touch. He brushed his fingers over the dips beside her hips to the gentle curve of her stomach.

  “I love looking at you,” he whispered, and brushed his fingers over her nipples. “Touching you.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple, and as he drew it into his mouth, she inhaled sharply. He sucked in a slow, pulsing rhythm, and she arched up, urging him to take more. He drew away, and she whimpered. He wanted her to want, to ache and swell and go out of her mind with need.

  “You’re sweet, sinful perfection personified.” He brushed his fingertips down her thighs, then dragged them up her inner thighs, grazing her sex.

  She breathed harder, her hands moving toward her belly.

  He shook his head. “No, baby.” He guided her hands over her head, resting them on the pillow and pinning her in place w
ith his gaze. He settled a second pillow under her head.

  “Eyes on me.” It was a low command. Her eyes widened, then darkened as he lifted her knees and spread them open.

  “Look at you, baby. So wet, so beautiful.”

  He grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head over her wet folds in slow strokes. She rocked up, her fingers fisting in the pillows, but he didn’t give in to her request. He teased her again, dragging his shaft over her wetness until it glistened with her juices. He ran his hand over the broad head, using her wetness to give it a long, slow stroke. She licked her lips and he came down over her. Perching on one hand, he crashed his mouth to hers in a rough kiss, unleashing more of his restraint.

  “Touch me now, baby.” He guided her hand to his hard length, stroking it with her as he straddled her waist.

  “Grizz…” She met his gaze, leaning forward as she gave his shaft a gentle tug toward her mouth.

  He moved up her body and lowered his shaft to her mouth. She took him in deep, loving him like she never wanted to stop, and he just about lost it. He held the headboard and she clutched his hips, urging him faster, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.

  “That’s it, baby. Make me yours.”

  She cradled his balls, teasing them and taking him right up to the verge of release. He couldn’t take the one-sided pleasure. He wanted to give her just as much as he was getting. He withdrew from her mouth, gritting his teeth against her whimper. He moved the pillows from beneath her head, then turned, straddling her head as he buried his mouth between her legs.

  “Oh God,” she said in one long breath, and reached for his erection, guiding it into her mouth.

  He nearly came undone the second he sank into her greedy little mouth. He fought against the wave of pleasure moving down his spine and pushed his fingers into her tight heat, still loving her with his mouth. She moaned, and it vibrated along his shaft. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, then moved his fingers to her most sensitive hole, teasing her there. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough with Shannon. He needed to possess all of her. He eased his finger into her ass as he buried his tongue between her legs. She groaned, sending another thrum of long, low vibrations through his core. He worked her slowly, opening her, loving her with his fingers and mouth, holding back his release. He moved his mouth lower, lubricating her there, and working a second finger in. She arched off the bed.

  “Too much?”

  “Uh-uh,” she said around his cock.

  He couldn’t suppress the gratified smile from spreading his lips. His dirty girl was right there with him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, moving his other hand to her center, and slid his fingers into her tight channel, loving her in every possible way. He felt her orgasm mounting, her thighs tightening, her core trembling. She cupped his sac, squeezing just hard enough to send shocks of exquisite pain radiating through him. When she cried out around his cock, he was no match for the surge of emotions swamping him as he spiraled out of control and followed her over the edge.

  Their bodies bucked and shook as they rode the wave of their passion through the very last shiver. He pressed a kiss to her trembling thighs, giving himself a second to try to regain control. He moved up the bed and took her in his arms. He felt his love for her climbing up from the pit of his stomach, clawing its way through his chest, fierce, powerful, unrelenting in its need to be heard.

  He brushed his lips over hers. “Still on the same page?”

  “Yes.” She held his gaze. “Every. Single. Word.”

  He kissed her then, long and hard. They kissed so deeply, he released all of the emotions he was holding back, pouring silent I love yous and Please stays into the kiss, burying them in her lungs.

  They both pawed for purchase in an urgent fight for more. He stroked between her legs, eating up every sexy moan, every frantic plea. But he wanted even more, wanted to touch more of her, pleasure her in ways she’d never been pleasured.

  He drew back from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of organic coconut body oil on the bedside table. A wicked little grin of approval appeared on her beautiful face. He retrieved the bottle and drizzled the oil over her belly. Her stomach flexed with the sensation.

  “Smells so good,” she said.

  He dripped the glistening oil over her breasts, and she trapped her lower lip between her teeth. When he moved down her thighs, trailing a slick of oil from hip to knee, she closed her eyes.

  He set the bottle beside the bed. “Open your eyes, beautiful girl.” When she did, he stroked his hard length.

  Her eyes widened, then narrowed.

  “You like that,” he said, gliding his hands up her thighs.

  “No,” she whispered huskily, and his hands stilled. “I love it.”

  “Then it’s official,” he said. “You’ve been put on this earth to torture me.”

  She laughed softly, and in that moment he fell even harder for her. Just when he thought he loved her as much as he could, she found a way to sneak deeper into his heart.

  He massaged her legs from just above her knee to the tops of her thighs, stroking, massaging, squeezing.

  “Mm.” Her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Open, baby,” he reminded her, and she looked up at him through heavy lids.

  He squeezed harder as he reached the very edge of her thigh, where it met the skin beside her sex, and used his thumbs to slick oil along that sensitive skin, slow and deliberate. She made a sexy little mewing sound, rocking her hips toward his hands. He worked his way up her body, his hands gliding over the curves of her belly, along the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist. The oil warmed with his touch, and she arched toward his hands, making sweet, sexy sounds as his hands glided up her sides.

  “This seems unfair,” she said through heavy breaths.

  He caressed her breasts, sliding over her nipples, slowing to tease and gently pinch. She bowed off the bed, and he slid slick hands up the underside of her arms and laced his fingers with hers, trapping her hands above her head. He moved his arousal over her slick belly, aching to be inside her.

  “What’s unfair?” He kissed her neck as she struggled for words. Her eyelids fluttered and her breathing quickened. He kissed her softly, languid and loving. Her hips rose off the mattress, rubbing eagerly against his arousal.

  “This. You make me feel so good, and I’m not giving you anything back,” she finally said.

  “You are, baby. I take pleasure in seeing you lose yourself in me, just as I lose myself in you.” He kissed her again, releasing her hands.

  “Then don’t stop,” she urged.

  He gently rolled her onto her stomach and gathered her hair over one shoulder, revealing her gorgeous, sleek back. He drizzled oil down her spine, to the crevice at the top of her ass. She ground her hips into the bed, and he dripped more oil over the curve of her cheeks to her thighs.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, fisting her hands in the sheets beside her head.

  He worked his way up her spine, marveling in her beauty, her sense of adventure. He loved that she was so sexually confident, so willing to trust him. His hands glided over her shoulders, kneading her soft skin as she melted beneath him. Then he kissed her beside her ear.

  “Still with me?” he whispered.

  “Always,” she said. As he lowered his body to hers, nestling his hard length against her ass, she said, “Yes,” in one long breath.

  He kissed her cheek, sliding his cock along the crease. His hands slid up her arms, and he laced his fingers with hers. Her back was slick and warm against his chest. She ground her ass into his shaft, working him in a fast, heady pace. He ground his teeth together, buried his face in the crook of her neck, trying to hold himself together. When she dug her fingernails into his hands, he nearly lost it.

  With a groan, he moved down her body, massaging her sweet, perfect ass, kissing each round cheek. His hands glided fast and firm on her thighs. He spread her legs, massagi
ng the crease beside her sex, and when she lifted her hips off the bed, he couldn’t hold back from taking what he wanted. He pushed his fingers deep inside her wet center, and she cried out.

  He stilled, shaking with desire. “Too hard?”

  “No. Good. More.”

  She raised her ass higher, and he slid his other hand between her cheeks, testing the waters.

  “Yes,” she pleaded.

  Holy mother of God, he was going to come unraveled. His fingers were slick with oil and slid right in. One. Two.

  “More,” she begged.

  Three.

  He was on the verge of losing it from the eroticism of what they were doing, but even with her squirming and moaning with pleasure as his fingers invaded all of her, he still needed more. He withdrew his fingers slowly, closing his eyes against her whimpers.

  “Grizz, please,” she begged.

  He came down over her back, kissed her again beside her ear, telling himself to hold back, but he was no match for the mad love tearing through him.

  “Shannon, I have to have all of you.” I love you too hard. It’s too much.

  “Yes.” She sounded relieved, as if she was fighting the same internal battle.

  “Baby.” He slid to the side so he could see her face, and the raw emotions he saw there slayed him. They were both shaking, and he’d never heard himself sound so dire as when he spoke. “I love you, Shannon. I love you so hard it hurts.”

  She swallowed hard. “Me too, you. I’m more scared not to do this than to do this. I can’t go another day without being completely and totally yours.”

  Their mouths crashed together in a hard, crazy kiss that was somehow also loving and sensual.

  “I love you, baby. We can stop at any time.”

  “No, we can’t,” she said. “This love is bigger than us. It’s unstoppable.”