Bree’s POV
Oh my god, that grin.
My knees feel weak as Cranston pulls me close against him.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I sigh as our naked bodies make contact.
His arms tight around me, he gently strokes my hair, placing his chin on the top of my head.
It feels so natural.
So intimate. As if we should have been doing this all along.
Running my hand up his back, I slowly, with the lightest touch, graze them back down, all the way down to the top of his thighs.
Letting out a small groan, Cranston moves closer to the couch, holding onto my upper arms as he guides me to the cushions.
His erection is practically at eye level as I fall back onto the couch, and I eagerly reach up to wrap my hand around it, but he grabs my hand and shakes his head.
With that grin that makes me me
