Brayden’s Mate—Chapter 18

As Brayden held her there listening to her heartbeat, with nothing but a towel between them, he had an overwhelming need to protect her. To keep her safe. Even from himself.

They fell asleep snuggled next to each other like two bear cubs. Brayden woke in the night to find their naked bodies woven together in sleep, legs and arms wrapped around each other. The towel had disappeared.

Her head was nestled beneath his chin. He kissed her forehead and she stirred. Her eyes still closed, she lifted her face to his and their lips met.

The kiss was gentle at first, their lips barely touching, then both still in the haze of sleep, with the moonlight streaming into the room, a passion ignited.

Brayden forgot about protecting her from himself. He forgot about everything except wanting her. As their kiss deepened, they held onto each other tighter until there was no space between them.

He ran his fingertips along her back. Her skin was like silk, and he couldn’t get enough of the way her breath caught when he touched her.

He wanted her. More than he’d ever wanted anyone. With her legs wrapped him, just so, he couldn’t think straight. When he moved, she moved along with him, and before his brain caught up, he was sliding inside her.

Her breath hitched and he wove his fingers with hers, his lips against hers.