One of his arms went around her waist and the other hand grabbed her by the back of her hair. He turned his hips and pushed between her thighs. He yanked her to the edge of the couch, dropped to his knees and settled his hips between her cotton-covered thighs. His narrowed eyes were locked on her mouth. He growled deep in his throat.
“Open your mouth to me.”
“Go to hell.”
His intense gaze held hers. “I have lived in hell before and I am experiencing it now. I will kill him if you allow a male live with you. You carry my child. If you need something from a male you will get it from me. Now open up.”
“You’re angry and why do you want my mouth open? This is taking the whole babysitting thing way too far.”
“I’m furious,” he growled. “I should have been asked to care for you instead of Tiger. He is not the father. He is not the one who mounted you and bred you. I am. You don’t like me right now and I understand this. This isn’t about you or me. This is about our child. You need constant care and I will be the one to give it. Open your mouth.”
“You’re an asshole and what is your obsession with my mouth?” She pushed on his chest but he held her against him, wouldn’t budge and she wasn’t strong enough to force him to let go.
His catlike eyes glittered dangerously. “Open your mouth.”
“Why?”
“Do you want me to release you?”
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth.”
Becca closed her eyes and tensed, not sure what the hell he planned to do. She opened her mouth and had a flashback of sitting in a dentist chair, about to get an exam. It rated right up there with that experience as she waited to see what Brawn would do. She’d bite him if he hurt her in some way.
He pressed closer until his chest flattened against her breasts and her stomach. She felt his breath on her face and his lips covered hers. His tongue swiped across her bottom lip before he invaded her mouth.
She shouldn’t have been surprised. She struggled but he held her close, surrounded her body and his hold in her hair kept her head in place. His tongue manipulated hers and her traitorous body responded as memories flashed through her mind of him kissing her when they were inside the cage.
She relaxed as passion took over and she fisted his shirt, kissing him back. A purr sounded and Brawn released her hair to run his hand down her back. Her arms wound around his neck as his hands dug between her and the couch cushions. He cupped her ass and lifted her body.
He sat back on his heels and settled her down over his lap. She straddled him and even through the layers of clothing she couldn’t miss the feel of his rigid cock straining when he rocked his hips against her, rubbing her clit. She moaned, instantly turned-on and kissed him frantically.
She ground her hips against his when his strong hands kneaded her ass and he easily manipulated her body to move against his in an erotic motion that mimicked fucking. Her nails raked his shirt and she wanted to feel him inside her again. A desperate urge to be skin to skin with him became almost as unbearable as wanting him inside her.
The growls and purrs did something to her body, turned her on more than she could ever remember and she clawed at his shirt, tried to tear it to reach his skin. Brawn seemed to understand as he tore his mouth away and they stared at each other, panting.
“No one touches you but me,” he growled softly. “No one.”
Becca stared into his eyes, his words sank in and she fought for words. She didn’t even know how to react. He suddenly released her ass and just tore his shirt up his body, arched his back away to do it and she stared at his bare, muscled torso. She could have stared at him for a while but he tossed the shirt away and cupped her face with both hands to take possession of her mouth again.
Becca moaned as he kissed her with a need born from desperation. She met that passion head-on. Too much time had gone by with her longing to be in his arms—her hormones were out of control and her sex drive ragged. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands frantically explored his hot skin and her nails raked down his back to urge him on. She flattened her breasts against the hard wall of his chest, her swollen belly came up against him too but he arched a little to make room for it without crowding the baby. She barely noticed it but she was glad one of them could remember to be careful.
He showed his powerful strength by rising from the floor and she clung tightly to him as he stood on his feet. She didn’t care where he headed. There was only his mouth and the need for him to keep kissing her. He shifted his hold, gripped her outer thighs and lifted them enough for her to easily hook her legs around his hips.
He tore his mouth from hers, causing Becca to make a small sound of protest when he stopped moving. She opened her eyes, stared deeply into his amazing ones and he softly purred.
“Hold on.”
She couldn’t wrap around him any more if she tried. Her arms were around his neck, her legs around his hips, but then he leaned over and gravity nearly tore her away from him when her weight strained the muscles in her limbs. A soft mattress cushioned her back and she knew he’d carried her to the bed.
“Let me go.”
She hesitated but did it. She missed holding him the second he was free. He backed up, toed off his shoes and both hands lowered to his jeans. The zipper was loud in the room and Becca knew he was going to fuck her. Her heart pounded from excitement and she bit her lip.
She could refuse but didn’t want to. Brawn was the sexiest guy she’d ever seen in her life. The memories of him fucking her had haunted her almost every night and he starred in every fantasy she had. Hell, she’d taken up masturbating, pretending it was him touching her instead of her own fingers.
She felt big and awkward with her pregnant body but shoved those insecurities away. He’d helped her body get in its current state, was half responsible and if she had to see stretch marks in the mirror, he could suffer seeing them too. She ached, wanting to be touched and held. Brawn seemed more than willing to meet both needs.
“I’ll be careful,” he swore, shoving his pants down. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “I won’t harm you.”
“Don’t start that shit,” she warned. “Stop talking and help me before I regain my sanity and realize what a huge mistake this is.”
Anger glinted in his eyes but she didn’t care if he liked hearing the truth. She twisted, tried to wiggle out of her shirt, but knew she’d have to sit up to get it off. Brawn had other ideas as he leaned forward and just fisted the shirt. It tore open and he shredded it away from her arms easily.
She hadn’t liked that shirt anyway. She braced her bare feet on the mattress and lifted. Brawn hooked his fingers in the waist of her stretch pants and peeled them down. He took her panties with them, removed them all the way and dropped them to the floor. His gaze took her in as she removed her bra and tossed it aside.
She blushed a little, knowing she didn’t look as sexy as she used to. Did he find the red marks where her stomach had expanded to be ugly? They were faint but noticeable. Her belly was rounded now. She was halfway through the pregnancy and she really hoped she’d shaved down there well. She couldn’t see her pussy anymore but she did it by feel. Brawn purred again.
“You’re beautiful, swelled with my seed.”
That shot her eyebrows up a little. Her mouth opened but she closed it. She wasn’t going to touch that one. She’d much rather he touch her. “Brawn? Are you going to look at me much longer?”
His gaze lifted and he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped her calves, pulled her down the bed and spread her thighs. She locked them around his hips and tried to pull him close, wanted him to be inside her so bad she hurt from it.
He released her and one palm flattened over the lower curve of her belly. Frustration hit. Now isn’t the time to explore the shape of my belly. He didn’t though as his thumb lowered, brushed against her clit, and she moaned.