Taivon: Book Three of the Cantrell Brothers Series

Chapter Twenty-Seven

His head raised up, and then he was looking at her. The hand around her waist went down to where her hold on his length had loosened, too caught up in his touch. He held her hand in his and applied pressure, stroking himself through her. The dominant move sent another gush of arousal through her.

“Please, Taiv.” She pulled on him.

His whole demeanor changed, and he had her on her back before she could even blink. The softness of the quilt eased the impact of her body being crushed into the ground. He still held her hand against his swelling erection. Alix had never wanted anything more in her entire life.

Just the thought of him filling her, possessing her, making her his, almost had her climaxing right then and there.

Taivon eased down on top of her then. He laced their fingers together. His arms were on either side of her head, and he brushed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss. No other part of them was touching, but Alix had never felt such pleasure in being laid out before someone like she now did with Taivon.

He worshipped her body and took his time, making it perfect.

Biting down gently on her bottom lip, he pulled back and released her hands. She immediately touched him. Her fingertips glided over his sweat slickened back before trailing down his chest as he sat back.

Alix could only watch as he reached for the backpack. His hands shook as he opened it and pulled out a box. Condoms. At least one of them was able to think straight. But with the way he kept fumbling with the wrapper, she knew Taivon was as close to the edge as she was.

“Need help?” she asked, unable to wipe the amused smile on her face as he once again failed to open the foil packet.

He sent her a mock glare. “I c-c-c-can d-do it.” Taivon tried once more, but the wrapper slipped from his hands and fell onto the ground. “Fuh-Fuh-Fuck.”

The whole box was thrown at her then and almost hit her in the face, but Alix managed to catch it. Shoving her hand into the box, she came back with one and flung the rest over to the side. Her hands weren't shaking – thank the Lord – and she opened it up, easily.

Taivon didn't give her a chance to roll it down his length; instead, he snatched it up and did it himself, hissing as he went. Alix could only stare, fascinated and mouth watering, at his arousal. Thick veins lined it, and they looked like they were pounding in time with the pulse at the base of his neck.

“Taiv,” she breathed in a voice she barely recognized as hers. “I need you. Now.”

Mouth shut and eyes serious, he took her feet in his hands and put them on either side of his hips. He murmured something, but it was too low for her to hear. With the way he was looking at her, though, it was enough to melt her into this hopeless pool of need.

And then, he lowered himself onto her. The fine hair of his thighs tickled the inside of hers, and his erection pressed against her stomach like a hot, hard weapon prepped and ready to go.

Brushing her fingers across his forehead to keep the hair from shielding his gaze from hers, Alix couldn't help but smile and raised herself up to kiss him. His arm came around her back to raise her up, and he kissed her with an urgency that took her breath way.

It was the elemental feel of skin on skin. The coarsness of his chest hair on her fingertips. The rasp of his palms in between her thighs as he spread her legs wider. His beard as he nuzzled her neck. Breath, so warm, as it blew across her cheek. And then, his hard length as it brushed against her center lips.

Pulling back, he looked right into her eyes. She couldn't break his gaze, telling him with her eyes that she wanted this – needed this. With an almost imperceptible nod, Taivon used his hand to guide his shaft and then moved forward, spreading her apart.