One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 59

At first, I only want Braxton to hold me in his strong arms and assure me that I am okay, that nothing has changed in the few days that we’ve been apart, that he still loves me and wants me. But the longer I linger in his embrace, the more I realize I want more from him.

I want him.

I nuzzle my face against his neck, and his grip around my shoulders increases. We are sitting on a couch in the living room of his apartment. His place, even this small one that isn’t actually his home, is large and well appointed. It makes the shitty little apartment I shared with Jeff look like a hovel. But my eyes are not on the room. They are on the man. I inhale deeply, wrapping his scent around my insides. I have missed the smell of him, the smell of a true man, the smell of someone who is strong, secure, and loves me.

My lips peck against the sensitive skin of his neck, lightly at first, but then increasing as I am overcome with the emotions welling up inside of me. I can’t deny the fact that I want him. I can’t pretend that my body doesn’t automatically respond just being close to him.

He seems reluctant at first, as if he is not sure that I am making a conscious decision to kiss him. He may think that I am too traumatized by my fight with Jeff to be thinking straight.

He’s not completely wrong since I am probably not thinking so straight at the moment, but it has nothing to do with Jeff. The longer I am in Braxton’s embrace, the more I lose my mind. I am no longer thinking with my brain; I am just responding to the man who is holding me so tightly yet so gently.

I kiss his strong jaw, and he lowers his head to look at me. I can see the question in his eyes. He’s asking, "Are you sure?" I nod briefly and then raise my lips to brush against his. It is my second kiss that gets a response from him. It is a light kiss at first, but then, I can feel the urgency within Braxton, the same as it is in me. He raises a hand to the back of my head, pressing me to him. His tongue slides between my lips and I welcome the taste of him. He is just as sweet as he was two days ago. Has it been that long since I have had him in my mouth? That’s far too long.

Braxton fills me completely with his seed. I feel his warmth spreading inside of me as his muscles tighten and he grunts. Then, our foreheads are together, our arms around one another, and I wonder how I ever managed to let go of him to begin with. Why would I ever do that? How could I possibly ever let this man go again? Without the weight of a meaningless ring on my finger, I know for certain I cannot be away from this man even one more day.

"I love you so much, Julia," he says with such emotion, I think I might cry. I think he might cry.

"I love you, too," I remind him as I gently stroke his cheek. Then, I kiss him with all of the remaining passion I have pent up inside of me. I am exhausted from the tip of my head to the bottom of my toes, and I know I will fall asleep soon, comfortable in his embrace and certain that when I open my eyes again, Braxton will be there.