CHAPTER NINETEEN
GIANNA
I let the water slide through my hair, rinsing the conditioner out, when I feel a large body wrap around mine. While my eyes are still closed, Braxton cups the back of my head and kisses me long and deep.
I cannot get enough of this man.
I wasn’t joking about his tongue skills when I was talking to Mia but putting it into words is impossible. My body just melts when he touches me—even when I’m thinking about him.
My eyes flick open, and I take in the tall, dark, handsome man standing over me. His fingers pressing into my hips. Deep hunger in his eyes.
“You fucked me only a few hours ago,” I say, pressing my lips to his once more.
“Perhaps I need you every hour, on the hour,” Braxton says, his cock hardening between us.
“That’s going to make dinner tonight awkward.” I giggle.
“I can control myself around your family.” He grabs one of my breasts and lowers his mouth. “Just.”
“Not my family. With Mia and Connor,” I say, and his head shoots up in a frown.
“What?”
I’m surprised he doesn’t look happier. He seemed so pleased to see her the other night. Now, it’s almost the opposite.
“They invited us to dinner. I said we would go.”
His hand slides up from my breast to my neck.
“Making plans for us now, are we? I’m not sure how I feel about that,” Braxton says, nudging his cock between my legs.
This man makes me forget my own name.
“Please.” I beg as my body pulses with fresh arousal.
“Please what?” he rasps.
