I nod because I have no words.
“I. Am. Dead,” Quinn exclaims, fanning herself. She turns to Coop. “Have you been holding out on me?”
He smirks. “No, but I have other talents.”
Brady returns, red-cheeked but looking quite proud of himself.
I wiggle my brows suggestively. “Nice moves.”
“Damn.” Reid shakes his head, oblivious to the fact that Brady only has eyes for me. “I thought I had it tough in ballet, but that shit looks hard.”
Brady shrugs, but holds my gaze. “You want to get out of here?”
He extends his hand and I take, letting him pull me to my feet. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay to celebrate with the guys?”
“No one will miss me.” I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Besides, the only person I want to celebrate with is you, and I’d prefer to do it naked.”
45
BRADY
The instant the door closes,I grab my girl and push her up against the wall, pressing my body to hers. I’m so hard it hurts, and the tension at the base of my spine has become a maddening, desperate need.
“You look so good in that dress.” I cup her head, tangling my fingers in her silky hair as I kiss her hard and deep. She tastes like champagne and sunshine and I can’t get enough of it. “I haven’t been able to think about anything but fucking you in it since you put it on.”
“Yeah?” She spins out of my grip, planting her hands against the wall before turning to look back at me over her shoulder. “What’s stopping you?”
Not a damn thing.
I yank the dress up around her hips and hiss out a breath.
“You’re not wearing underwear.”
She laughs, the deep sexy one that vibrates through every cell in my body. “They didn’t really go with the dress.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around all night with a bare pussy and you didn’t tell me?”
The corner of her mouth twitches. “What would you have done if you’d known?”
“This.” I drop to my knees, admiring the curve of her voluptuous ass. It’s sweet and round and when I drag a finger down her crack, she shivers.
I love seeing her body on display like this, and though I’m desperate to bury myself inside her, the taste of her pussy is a temptation I can’t resist. I cup her ass cheeks and gently massage them as I move her into position, nudging her feet apart with my knees.
I’ve got a perfect view of her hot, pink flesh and I’m ready to feast.
My tongue glides up her center, and she moans my name as I circle her clit.
“That’s right, darlin’. You know exactly who’s eating that gorgeous pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I give her another lick and she wriggles her hips, angling for more pressure.
“You taste so good, like berries and cream.”
“Please,” she pants. “I need more.”
Maybe it makes me an asshole, but I love it when she begs. Love knowing she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. It calls to some instinctual part of me that wants nothing more than to please her.
