BEARing it All (Wylde Brothers 3)

“Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” She licked her lips, knowing she really did want this, but for this first time, it had to be her way.

“Will you let me take control?” She didn’t need to elaborate, because by the softening of his expression, she knew he understood. And although she didn’t know what the hell she was doing, for once in her life she wanted that control.

“Anything, baby. Anything I have is yours.”

He brushed his lips against hers, nothing overtly sexual, but almost surrendering, like he was ready to let her take the reins. He dropped his hands and took a step back. For a moment, all they did was stare at each other, but she knew he was waiting for her to make the first move. The shirt he wore was a button-down, so she lifted her hand to his chest and rested her open palm right over his heart.

The steady beat of his heart calmed her. Her hands shook slightly, yet it wasn’t from apprehension but liquid arousal. Kenzie slipped the buttons out, and when the material was hanging open, she smoothed her hands along the hard ridges that were clear through the white undershirt. His chest rose and fell, his breathing increasing with each passing moment.

Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she started to lift the hem of his tee, seeing the ripped six-pack that was revealed. In one swift move, he lifted his arms over his head, gripped the back of his shirt, and pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

Kenzie breathed out roughly when she looked at his hard chest. It was wide, golden in color, and so muscular she felt like a small, insignificant female beside him. The sharp edges of his tattoos that covered his back peeked over his shoulders, and she couldn’t keep herself from lifting her hands and running her fingers over the dark ink.

A full-body shiver wracked his body, and he growled low in his throat. She knew it must be hard for him to just stand there, not taking control when she knew he wanted to. Nervousness was a living entity inside her, but she pushed it aside and reached for the belt at his waist. His erection was already tenting his jeans, and it was enormous.

After getting the button undone and his zipper down, she took a deep breath, gripped the edges of the denim, and pushed them down. He wore no underwear, a fact that turned her on even more. His shaft sprang forth like another limb, and all she could do was stare at it.

“You see what you do to me, Kenzie?” His voice was so low, so rough, that her nipples instantly hardened and her pussy swelled. “You have total control of me, little deer.” His eyes were lowered, the blue like neon washing across the bathroom. “Touch me.” Keeping hold of his gaze with her own, she reached out and gripped him. He was far too thick. Her hand couldn’t wrap fully around him, and he seemed to throb in her grasp.

“Yeah, Kenzie, that’s it.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as the sensations slammed into her. She wanted him, wanted to feel Bram touch every part of her. Power surged through her when she started stroking him, and he couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer.

Her chest moved up and down, and the fact that she couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into her lungs had her feeling lightheaded. Taking control wasn’t something she was used to, and the fact that Bram had willingly given himself up to her was good enough for her. She wanted him to hold her, kiss her, slide into her body slow and easy. She wanted it all.

Dropping her hands and taking a step back, she watched the different emotions pass across his face. “I want you, Bram…”

She didn’t finish that sentence, didn’t tell him she wanted him to be the one to show her what he wanted, what he knew she would like, and what would make her feel so unbelievably good. A low, animalistic growl left him, and then he had her in his arms, kissing her like it was the last time, or like he just couldn’t get enough.

He moved her backward so her back met the cold tile of the wall and started running his teeth up and down her neck. He moved his other hand down her waist, over her outer thigh, and snaked it around until he could grip her behind the knee.

“Are you sure, Kenzie? You own me, and because of that, you are the only one who can bring me to my knees.” He waited until she nodded and pressed back against him, letting him know that although she knew she couldn’t have been the one in control, that she wanted him to show her how wonderful it could be.