302 Forbidden Ave. (A Cherry Falls Romance)

Braxton held my face in his hands, tilted my head to the side, and stroked my lips with his tongue, really going in deep, penetrating me. “Staying away is too damn hard.”

I let my head fall back on my neck slightly, closed my eyes, and loved when he started stroking my jaw with his thumbs. This growl of need left him. I opened my eyes and saw the raw need reflected back at me.

He stared down at me for a few seconds, almost like he was struggling with himself on what he should do, but I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I knew what I wanted.

Him.

I knew what he wanted.

Me.

And I was ready to make that happen for both of us.

I climbed off him and watched as he looked up at me with so much hunger it sucked the air from the room, as if he were fire needing all the oxygen to survive.

And I was that oxygen.

I said nothing as I held my hand out, felt him slip it into mine, and then I was leading him down the short hallway to my bedroom. I was proud I was actually able to walk normal, that my knees weren’t so liquid I wasn’t even able to stand fully.

Once in the room, I turned to face him and watched as he reached behind him and slowly closed the door, his eyes locked right on me.

We said nothing for long moments, but we didn’t need to speak the same language to know what happened next.

I said nothing as I undressed for him, and that’s exactly what I was doing. Getting naked for the man I loved. I was slow with my movements, teasing him so his blood was burning just as wildly as mine was.

He didn’t move, and I didn’t even think he breathed as he watched me as if tearing his eyes from me would be his very death.

Then I was down to my bra and panties, the air warm enough I shouldn’t be cold, but I started to shake, goosebumps forming on my skin. My need for him was bursting through every pore of my body.

“We don’t have to,” he gritted out as if just saying the words went against everything he believed.

I knew that was how it felt for me.

I let myself look lower… and lower still until I felt my eyes widen at how large his erection was as it pressed demandingly against his jeans. My nipples were hard, and I knew they were obscenely poking through the thin material of my bra. And seeing how hard Braxton was—how aroused I made him—made me ache even more.

He said nothing as he took a step closer, as his eyes burned into mine, as he reached for his shirt and lifted it up and over his head in one fluid motion. He tossed it aside and went for the button of his jeans, undid them, and slid the zipper down. He pushed the denim down, taking his boxer briefs with them, and kicked them aside.

He stopped a foot from me, his cock hard and thick, long and proud as it pointed right at me. The head was thicker than the shaft, a crystallized bead dotting the tip. I felt my eyes widen more as I watched another drop form, and another, until his pre-cum was dripping off the crown and to the floor.

“I could get off just with you staring at it like that.” His voice was a grumble of emotion.

I reached out and flattened my hands on raw, smooth planes of his chest, the muscle cut and hard, firm and defined. Braxton took hold of my hands and brought them up to his mouth, kissing each knuckle. I knew he was trying to calm me, to take things slow.

“You’re nervous,” he said softly without question.

I nodded. I felt my hands tremble even harder now.

“Oh, Amelia.” He pulled me close, cupped my cheek with his big, slightly callused hand, and stared into my face.

Even in the darkness, I saw his nostrils flare and this possessive, dangerous look covered his face.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted out, my eyes widening, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know.

“You’re a virgin,” he almost groaned but didn’t phrase it as a question. “I know, baby. I. Know.”

I didn't even ask how he’d known, because I knew the answer. He’d been able to tell, my inexperience screaming out loud and clear. But I didn't care, didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I felt loved and protected and most of all cherished by this man. He held me like I was it for him, like he didn’t want any other woman to hold.

And God help me, but I knew he ruined every other man on this planet for me.

And what an incredible feeling.

“Don’t hold back,” I cried out, the words spilling from me so loud, so right and true, that I could feel them covering me.