“Rapunzel is supposed to be a good girl.”
“Rapunzel?”
“You remind me of Rapunzel. Long blonde hair.” Brandon brushed her wet braids with the tip of his fingers. “Lonesome in the tall tower imprisoned by a cruel witch.”
“Until one day her prince comes to set her free.”
“Prince, huh?”
“You’re my prince. My hero.” Lillian decided to take the initiative. She didn’t know much about seducing a man since Brandon was the first person she’d ever been helplessly enamoured with. But one thing she knew, she wanted him as badly as she needed her next breath. She pulled him closer and brushed her lips on his. God. Breath caught in her throat. His lips felt so warm. So soft. The light brush had jolted a high octane of lust within her, searing her being with fire. Suddenly, the ache between her thighs intensified. She moistened. Was it normal for a virgin like her to have such wanton feelings like this? Hell, she didn’t care. All she wanted now was him. Very, very badly.
Lillian sighed and kissed him. Gently. A flash of fear flared across her mind that he might reject her. She waited for any sign to show he’d push her away and tell her to stop, but he didn’t, his intense eyes drowned her in pure heat. A low moan escaped his throat. He kissed her back. A nibble, really, but that was all the confirmation she needed. She knew it. He wanted her, too, despite the invisible walls he had put between them, despite the way he called her kid and treated her like one, despite the ten thousand reasons he’d lectured her on why she shouldn’t want him as her lover. God. It felt like a dream come true.
Her heart leapt when Brandon slipped a hand on the back of her head and deepened his kiss. He did want her and she hadn’t completely made a fool of herself. Her nipples hardened. Pussy clenched.
“Lillian.” He breathed out between the kisses.
The strained silky rasp of his voice made her spine tingle and her skin prick with untainted lust.
He broke the kiss and caressed her face lovingly. “No matter what your father might have said to you, those words weren’t true. You’re beautiful. Perfect in every way. Too perfect, in fact.”
Her heart swelled from his praise. Her head bubbled with headiness, she felt drunk. Lillian crushed her mouth on his and kissed him greedily. He groaned and mauled her back. He nibbled her bottom lip. Upper lip. His tongue plunged into her mouth, sweeping over her palate, over her teeth, plundering what she had to offer. Her breath laboured when he nibbled the side of her jaw. Electric shivers coursed down her spine. The way he licked her…Lillian shivered. Morsels of delights exploded beneath her skin. She felt so hot. So needy…was it normal to have such a wanton feeling like this?
His hot breath seared her skin. Her toes curled in pleasure when he grazed and kissed her neck. She gripped his shoulders. The sensation. Unbelievably wicked. She panted as Brandon slowly licked the hollow of her throat, down to her shoulder blade and paused just before her cleavage. He swallowed hard, his eyes shifted up, demanding of her.
“You really want this?” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust.
“Yes.” The sound of her own voice surprised her. She was growling like a starving beast. Hungry. In dire need of him. “So, my prince, do you want me?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”
“Really?”
Brandon grunted. He swept her off the coffee table and deposited her in his lap. “God.” He yanked her towel down, exposing her naked body.
Her heartbeat turned erratic. Being naked in front of him was different. She shivered with anticipation. Anticipation of being caressed. Fondled. Loved.
“There’s no turning back once I take you. Don’t think I’ll be able to let you go if you’re mine.”
She curled her arms around his shoulders. “Don’t want to. I want to be with you. Forever.”
“Forever is a long time, Lillian.”
“I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
He groaned. “Tempting, so tempting…”
Lillian kissed him again. “Touch me.”
And he did. His rough hands—battle-honed soldier’s hands—swept over her naked skin with the tenderness of an experienced lover.
He undid her braids, letting her hair fall all over her. He seemed fascinated by her long tresses. Brandon fisted a handful of her strands and inhaled the scent of her hair. He touched and kissed every inch of skin he could get his hands on to. He worshipped her, loved her.
Lillian trembled in his presence. Brandon was different, and being with him made her feel safe, cherished, protected and pleasured.
“So, perfect,” he rasped, his hands tightening around her breasts.
Her breath hitched. The pleasure, she was amazed. Unbelievable.