Finding Trust (Centre Games) (15 page)

He pulled out of the car park and headed the SUV towards home. He had opened his mouth to speak when she beat him to it.

“I’m sorry you can smell me. I’ll shower when we get back to your place,” she rushed out. Before he had a chance to comment, she rushed on, “I’m so embarrassed.” He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was hanging her head almost in shame. His driving gave her the opportunity not to meet his eyes.

He had to take control and quickly. He needed to cover his monumental faux pas but he also needed to take back the ground that his ill-controlled comment had stripped from them both. His words, unless corrected, would drive her further into her shell. He loved her free and wanton, not constrained by shackles in her own mind.

“First off, you’re not going to have a shower. I want you reeking of arousal, and I’ll just have to get you there again if you shower.” Bray reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. “Secondly, don’t you dare think you smell bad. You absolutely don’t. I happened to have a very sensitive nose and tend to notice scents that other people don’t so I would be very surprised if anyone else notices. Even if they did, they would be aroused, not repulsed. Just like I am.”

Rihanna seemed to relax a little at that.

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.”

He pulled her hand across the console and pressed it firmly to his crotch. His hard length was undeniable and he lifted his hips off the seat to press tighter into her hand. “I think that says it all. I want you so bad right now. You’ve driven me to distraction the whole time we’ve been out.”

“Bray, you’re obviously very comfortable with all this and you’re quite ‘out there.’” She paused, consoling herself before she went on. “As you’ve no doubt gathered, I’m not anywhere near as uninhibited as you.”

“I know, sweetheart . And I know that I’ve made you feel uncomfortable a few times. But you have to admit the chemistry between us is off the charts and once you let yourself go, you were unbelievably sexy. You may never be as uninhibited as me. All I ask is that you approach everything we do with an open mind and heart. What we have between us stays between us. I’d never do anything to hurt you but occasionally I may make you a little uncomfortable. I won’t apologise for that if it means what’s between us is hotter and stronger.” He paused, drawing breath. “I hope you’ll get more comfortable with it all as you get to know me better. I just want us to be totally open to each other. You can trust me to take care of you in every way, Rih.”

Well, that little speech certainly gave her something to think about. He gently moved her hand away from his erection and back across to her side of the SUV.

“Babe, I need to give you your hand back. I can’t concentrate on the road with your hand on me like that.” He turned his head briefly and flashed her a dazzling smile.

She turned the corners of her mouth up in a somewhat earnest smile. “I’ll try, Brayden. I want what’s between us to work as well. You might have to be a bit patient with me, though.”

“That’s all I ask, Minky. I’ll try to give you a little more warning if I can.”

At his comment, she burst out laughing. “Thanks, I think!”

Soon they approached the gates of his property, were through and parked safely in the garage. Rihanna immediately hopped out of the car and was opening the rear tailgate, getting bags out. Brayden helped, taking more than his fair share. He seemed to carry in three times as much as she did.

He finally had all the bags on the bench and was working at putting away the cold items in the fridge. Rihanna had her back to him in the butler’s pantry, taking items out of the bags and placing them on the bench ready to be put away in their correct spots. Brayden was organised and seemed to have a spot for everything.

She hadn’t heard him come in and tensed when his arms went around her from behind. He could move silently when he wanted to. She immediately relaxed and continued what she was doing.

“How’re you feeling?” he said in barely a whisper.

“Good,” she returned, not giving much thought to her response.

“Just good, hey? Well, we’ll have to do something about that.” As he spoke, his right hand trailed down her rib cage and cupped her mound through the front of her shorts. His left hand caught her left nipple between his thumb and finger, giving her a sharp squeeze. She immediately sucked in a breath and half moaned at the sensation his movement caused.

“So I ask again—how do you feel?” His voice was still low and quiet but demanding a truthful answer.

She hesitated, wondering what to say and then threw caution to the wind. “Hot, needy, aching for you.”

Her answer pleased him immensely. He gave her a tight squeeze in his arms and then half sucked, half nipped her right earlobe.

“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he asked gently, not wanting to be smug or too heavy handed with her.

“No,” she answered strongly.

“Go strip off and wait for me on my bed.” His open suggestion shocked her, and then he knew she was torn between immediately obeying and worrying about what they “should” be doing rather than what they both wanted to do.

There would be time enough for doing the right thing later.

That’s precisely why he had taken it upon himself to make sure she had a little holiday from responsibility.

“But what about the groceries?”

“What about them? They’ll still be here when we’re finished.” He turned her towards the door and motioned her through. “Go on.” He patted her butt playfully as she walked off.

She spun around, attempting to give him a wilting look at his pat.

“Oh Rihanna, that look just turns me on even more.”

Deciding that he was impossible, she headed off to his bedroom.

Rihanna quickly stripped off her clothes and lay on the bed. The beautiful quilt cover was cool on her back. She relaxed back onto the pillows, feeling very vulnerable and exposed, even though she was doing exactly as he asked. Logic dictated that this was how he wanted her, as he’d asked her to be like this. Bray was clearly expecting her to be naked on his bed, spread out and ready for him. So why was it she felt so “out there”?

Brayden knew that his demand would be playing heavily on her mind. Comfortable that she was in his room following out his strong suggestion, he allowed himself to use his animal speed to put away the rest of the groceries.

Scratch the strong suggestion, he admitted to himself; he’d issued her with an order. The words, he knew, had made her even hotter. He’d been able to smell her arousal increasing. He could also feel a subtle increase in the energy her body emitted and he could certainly hear her heart rate and breathing skipping up.

He took a deep cleansing breath to steady his emotions and get himself firmly under control. She was a huge temptation to him, and he was going to enjoy their “alone” time as much as possible. Very soon, his teammates would arrive and he had no idea how Rihanna would react in their presence. Nor did he know how much opportunity there might be in the future to enjoy—just them.

He moved silently through the house and, as he expected, she’d done exactly what he asked.

“Thank you, baby,” he said quietly as he went to stand at the base of the bed.

“What for?” she asked, confused by his question.

“For trusting me enough to do what I asked. I know this isn’t easy for you.”

He continued to stare at her nakedness, clearly aroused by what he saw. Brayden reached a hand behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt over his head and off. Rihanna was rewarded with the glorious sight of his amazing shoulders and chest.

He not only saw but felt her eyes glued to his body, so he trailed his hand slowly down the defined planes of his stomach to the button and fly of his shorts. The button slipped through easily at the flick of his hand and the zipper seemed incredibly noisy as it made its way down.

He placed a hand on both hips and pushed the material of his shorts down. The long length of his erection sprung back to his belly, making a “thunk.” She didn’t know or care if he had been wearing underwear.

Her eyes were totally glued to the incredible body of his. Till now, she had just taken shy glances at his body and learnt more by feel than actually studying him. Now he was openly asking her to look. He was standing there, presenting his body for her perusal. Her undivided viewing attention was being demanded. A war raged within her. Rihanna was torn between wanting to look her fill and actually having him know she was openly staring at him. It took a lot of doing on her part but she held her perusal.

Rihanna was mentally pinching herself to make sure this was real. Never before would she believe that anyone as incredibly handsome and downright hot would be interested in her. For some reason, he seemed to be totally into her. This had never happened to her before. Sure, she had been in relationships but never were they this intense, this quick. Never had she felt so drawn to any other human being.

“Look all you want, Rih. I love having your eyes on me. In fact, having any part of you on me is downright fantastic.”

The man did not disappoint. He stood completely still in all his naked glory, his athletic body finely chiselled to the point of perfection. If anything, her eyes on him only seemed to be arousing him more. His eyes held a raw neediness. He showed absolutely none of the self-consciousness she did. It must be a great feeling to be so comfortable in your own skin, she thought.

Rihanna broke the erotic stare, half gesturing for him to join her on the bed, unable to maintain the connection with him any longer. He’d pushed her hard and she had held up for a couple of minutes. He joined her on the bed by prowling forward, his knee beside hers, his hands holding his weight on either side of her shoulders.

Rather than seek her mouth for a kiss, he settled his mouth over her right breast and lapped and sucked until her body was arching up off the mattress. Within seconds, she was panting and had moved her hands to his scalp, tugging at the thick hair surrounding her fingers.

He lowered himself, gently resting half of his weight down the right side of her body. His right hand began to stroke waves of pleasure from her left breast to her left knee.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He looked up to meet her eyes. His mouth returned to his ministrations at her breast.

Rihanna opened her eyes and looked down at his intense blue gaze. She was in the moment. Putting words to what she was feeling was difficult.

“It’s hard to explain,” she panted. “Too much…but not enough. I want more…but I’m nearly dying from being so aroused.”

He chuckled lightly around her distended nipple. Giving it one last lick, he moved himself lower, centering his body over hers, his torso and shoulders firmly nudging her legs apart to give him access to her delicious centre.

Brayden caught her gaze in his again and inhaled deeply. He let out a sound that could only be described as a growl. His eyes closed in pleasure. Whatever he could smell sure seemed to make him happy. She could feel his steely length spasm against the calf of her right leg.

He rocked back and leaned into her pussy, burying his mouth and nose in her glistening folds. His tongue came out and gave her one long lick from below her channel, through her folds and up over her twitchy clit.

He pulled his head up from her briefly. “You taste and smell incredible. I could spend days doing this.” The wet state of her arousal was now clearly visible all over his handsome face.

Her hands had clutched great hanks of the fabric of the quilt cover to ground herself to something. Her hips acted on their own and met his intimate caress, pushing his tongue harder. He repeated the move over and over. Each time, her hips rose from the bed of their own accord.

Flash point was reached and she ignited, slamming her hips up into his face, his name tearing from her lips. “Brayden, ahhhhhhh…”she finished between gritted teeth. She could form no further words. Her hands released the quilt and almost viciously grabbed his head, trying to push him away from her over-sensitised flesh.

He ignored her pushes and kept going. Then the impossible seemed to happen. Rihanna felt herself climb even higher than before and the world exploded in a multicolour kaleidoscope, shards of colour raining down behind her closed eyelids, every pore of her body overflowing from the ecstasy he had pushed her towards. Only when her body began to relax did he lift his head from his efforts, a satisfied smile on his face.

Bray enjoyed her look of total abandonment. He had demanded her total release to the sensations he created in her body. It was a taste for her of how deep and intense their pleasure could be if she let herself go and enjoy the moment.

He slid up the bed and drew her into his arms, positioning her head in the curve of his neck and shoulder. His hand was in her hair stroking, relaxing her.

Rihanna finally found her voice, her face protected from his intense and knowing eyes in the shelter of his neck and shoulder. “That was so intense. I’ve never felt like that before. It felt like my body was going to fly apart into millions of tiny pieces. I now know what they mean by seeing stars. I certainly saw colours.” She nuzzled her mouth against his neck and rained tiny kisses of appreciation over the skin she could reach.

“That’s awesome, Minky. I’m so glad I could give that to you.” His voice was gentle and sincere. “I’m even more pleased that you trusted me enough to let me take you there and that you willingly told me about how it made you feel.”