He grinned, kicked off the other shoe and unzipped his jeans. Her gaze lowered and she watched as he wiggled out of them. She swore he was teasing her with the way he slowly inched them down. His impressive, rigid cock sprang free, pointing at her and he bent to shove them all the way down. When he stood, she couldn’t help but admire the picture he made. Just to really be mean, he shook out his long hair. It fell over his shoulders and down along his tan skin.

Becca had to remember to breathe. There was something so primal about Brawn when he was naked, his hair free and his lips parted enough to flash his canines. A growl tore from him as he bent forward, flattened his palms on the bed and his catlike eyes stared at her.

“You’re mine, Becca. You can deny it but your body knows the truth.”

She inched back and wiggled slowly toward the headboard. His weight kept her from yanking the covers with her. He prowled closer on his hands and knees. She couldn’t miss the heavy weight of his cock jutting forward since his stomach was rock solid and flat. Another soft growl came from him and he paused.

“Don’t fear me, beautiful.” One of his hands lifted and wrapped around her ankle. He shoved the covers away and pulled her carefully, until she lay flat.

He crawled over her until his face hovered inches above hers and his cock brushed her thighs, which she’d clamped together. “Open up for me. I’m going to teach your mouth the truth too.”

Her heart pounded. She wanted him but she wasn’t giving in that easily again. A woman had pride, damn it. Her brain froze a little at seeing all that testosterone at its finest crouched over her, but she forced it to work. He liked to use her words against her so turnabout was fair play.

She glanced down. He kept his arms and legs braced to keep his weight off her. His thighs were spread apart with her body between them and she had wiggle room. Her gaze met his and she lifted her hands to grip his hips. “You think you can win me over with your kisses?”

He stared at her without saying a word but amusement sparkled in his eyes, telling her that he did.

“Straighten up.”

“I have you where I want you.”

“Straighten up and I’ll open my mouth.”

He hesitated but lifted his upper body to stand on his spread knees. He frowned as she sat up and suddenly wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft, getting a good grip that he couldn’t jerk away from. He hissed in air and alarm tensed his features.

“Don’t worry.” She smiled. “I won’t hurt you. Don’t fear me, sexy. You wanted my mouth open, believing you could seduce me into doing whatever you want but turnabout is fair play. Learn this, baby.”

She licked her lips, kept eye contact with him and her hand on his hip gripped him as she brought her lips to the crown of his cock. Her tongue licked the tip, tested the texture and she almost laughed when Brawn’s eyes widened with astonishment and he snarled.

Her gaze dropped to his rigid shaft and she took it inside her mouth, sucked and turned her head at different angles as she worked him slowly. Sucking him in, easing him to her lips, teasing him with her tongue. His body shook and he growled, an animalistic sound she reveled in. He thought he could control her but she was the one in charge now.

She lifted her gaze, saw he’d thrown back his head and his hands clenched his thighs, probably to keep from grabbing her. She took him deeper until she knew she’d hit her limit at the back of her throat, tightened the suction and moved a little faster.

“Becca,” he rasped.

She ignored his attempt to distract her. She kept going, moved faster and played. Her hand on his hip slid to his firm abs, loved the texture of each muscle and explored higher until she brushed her fingertips over an erect nipple. She pinched him lightly there between her thumb and fingertip.

Brawn roared out as his sweet taste began to flood her mouth and it shocked her when he suddenly grabbed her head and jerked her off his cock. His semen hit her throat and breasts as he came down, pinned her flat, with his hips over her ribs and rubbed his shaft between her breasts.

He shook with the force of his release and Becca lay there stunned. He hadn’t hurt her but he could have. His ass rested just above her extended belly and if he’d put his weight down, he could have crushed her under him. He shook again, his eyes snapped open and he stared at her.

“Don’t ignore me when I warn you. I almost spilled my seed in your throat.”

“That was the point,” she managed to finally get out.

“I would have choked you. We shoot hard. Don’t you feel me inside you when I come? I could have hurt you.”

She swallowed, wasn’t sure what to say and Brawn suddenly lifted away from her, climbed off the bed and stormed for the bathroom. She watched his naked, firm ass go and struggled to sit up. Her heart was still racing with the fear that had jolted through her from the sudden body slam on the bed, even though he hadn’t hurt her.

Water ran in the bathroom, cut off and Brawn came stomping back into the bedroom with a wet hand towel. She held out her hand, knew he’d brought it for her, but he stunned her when he sat down, gripped her shoulder and flattened her again.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He began to gently clean her throat and chest with the warm towel. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” He leaned closer. “I loved what you did but you have to pull your mouth away at the end when I warn you.”

Becca wasn’t sure what to say—something that happened a lot with Brawn. “Open your mouth.”

“I barely got a taste before you jerked away. You’re not using that to clean my mouth.”

His lips crushed down on hers, his tongue swept inside her mouth and he threw the wet towel away. Shock hit her at the passion in that kiss. He shifted his body to crouch over her again. He pinned her down without putting weight on her belly and finally broke the kiss. His gaze roamed her body.

“I love seeing you without clothes. You are so pale and soft. So beautiful and soft.”

She frowned. “You said soft twice. Is that your way of telling me that I have a lot of love handles?”

He growled. “No. I like you the way you are.”

Becca’s gaze narrowed. “You like New Species women. They are tall and fit and about as far from me as it gets. I’m soft, as you put it. Pale. Why are you here, Brawn? As if I didn’t already know.”

He frowned. “I want to be with you.”

“Bullshit. You want to be a decent person and I got pregnant. That’s why you’re here but you can be a dad to the baby without being in a relationship with me. You—”

His mouth covered hers. Brawn’s mastery with his kisses soon made her lose the will to fight. He settled more of his weight on her though he was careful to watch how much weight she took and used one hand to cup her breast. She moaned at the rough texture of his palm as he played with her taut nipple. Becca wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him. Brawn finally pulled his mouth from hers. They were both breathing hard.

“I need you,” he purred.

Becca swallowed and nodded. She needed him too, in the worst way. The guy was addictive as hell—was like kissing a bolt of electricity that turned her on. Brawn lifted away, scooted down the bed and stood at the end. Strong hands gripped her ankles and pulled her body down the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to put weight on our baby. I can take you on my knees here with you on the edge of the bed the way we did before. It worked.”

Yes, it did. She kept that to herself.

“I love the way you look. You turn me on.”

Her gaze lowered to his waist and how his cock pointed at her, remembering that he could recover that quickly. “I see.”

“I’d much rather you feel, beautiful.”

Her stomach clenched and she felt heat spreading between her thighs. He lowered to his knees as his heated gaze took in her body, spread out before him once more. “Open your thighs for me. I want to see you, take my time and taste you again.”