“Brady…” she sighed, clenching her hands into fists, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Goddamn, I love it when you say my name.” Bending my knees, I gripped my cock, still slick with her arousal, and drove all the way inside her in one deep thrust.
Her answering moan nearly did me in. Fuck. Ohfuck. I’d thought about this for weeks, my nights spent imagining all the ways I’d have her. But even with all that fantasizing, I hadn’t been prepared for this. Not for her wet heat pulsing around me, or her breathy moans, or her throaty little sighs, or the look in her eyes when the lightning flashed enough to showcase her desire.
I hadn’t been prepared for Luna.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good.” I pulled out before sinking deep, again and again, the constant friction that’d always been present between us finally exploding in how I fucked into her. Hard and frenzied and as if I’d never get enough.
Because I didn’t know if I would.
She reached back and dug her fingers into my ass as I slipped an arm between her and the glass door. I sank one hand between her thighs and fingered her clit while sliding my other hand up between her tits. I wrapped my fingers around her throat, tugging her back for a kiss.
Unlike everything else she tended to do around me, this time, she came without a fight, dropping her head back on my shoulder and opening her mouth for me without hesitancy. I kept my eyes on her as I swept my tongue into her mouth, groaning as the flash of lightning showcased her features. Her eyes were closed, pure bliss written on her face while she took me inside her over and over again. That, paired with the absolute heaven that was her body, nearly did me in.
I fingered her clit faster, stroking circles over the swollen bud as her pussy squeezed me tight. “Fuck,” I swore under my breath. Lips to her ear, I said, “Your pussy’s a greedy little thing, isn’t it? Sucking my cock in so deep. Just begging to come hard all over every one of these nine inches.”
“God, yes,” she panted out on an exhale, lips parted and eyes half lidded as she watched me lose my mind over her.
What was this woman doing to me? She turned me inside out, frustrated me to the edge of sanity and smiled while doing it. She infuriated me, exasperated me, and still managed to have a magnetic pull over me like no other.
I needed this to be a one-and-done with her, because I wasn’t sure I’d survive otherwise.
“Quit holding back.” I gritted my teeth, thrusting into her with wild abandon, the sound of our bodies smacking together mixing with the rumble of thunder and the constant cadence of rain against the windows.
“I’m not,” she managed through panting breaths, her head resting on my shoulder as her fingernails dug sharp crescents into my ass.
“Youare.I worked up this pussy, made you dripping wet. This orgasm is mine. I earned every bit of it, and I want to feel it around my cock. Now, give it to me.” I slapped her clit, tightened my fingers around her throat, and sank my teeth into the space where her shoulder met her neck.
Her body went tense even as my fingers strummed her clit in a blur, my cock thrusting so deep, I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began. Her pussy fluttered, tightening impossibly until she let out a long moan, the sound reverberating against my hand, and pulsed around me, coming with my name on her lips.
“That’s my good girl. Just like that.Fuck.” No longer able to hold myself back, I turned my face into her neck and sank deep with a groan. I spilled myself inside her, her pussy rippling around me through her aftershocks and pulling every ounce of my orgasm from me.
We stood there for long moments, only our panting breaths between us, her body still pressed against mine. All the while, I ignored how much I loved it. Told myself it was just because I hadn’t had sex in a while. It was the circumstance, not the woman, that’d turned me inside out.
It wasn’t until I pulled out of her, my cock slipping from the warm, wet heaven between her legs, that I realized my mistake.
I’d fucked her without a condom. Ridden her bare and then come inside her without an ounce of protection between us. Worse, without even a whisper of a thought about it.
I swore under my breath, scrubbing a hand over my face. I didn’t make mistakes. I was regimented for a reason, had lived my life that way for a long damn time. And I’d certainly never lost myself so much in a woman that the mere thought of a condom hadn’t even entered my mind. I’d never once had sex without one. But all I’d been able to think about was being inside her.
If I didn’t watch myself, all my carefully curated control would slip right through her fingers, and she’d look at me with a sparkle in her eye as it flowed through her hand.
What I really needed to do was run far away from this clusterfuck of a woman, remind myself of all the reasons this was a bad idea. A long-winded list of why this should’ve been a one-and-done. Why she wasn’t worth the challenges she brought with her. Why I had no business involving myself with her at all.
But all I could think about was how soon I could be inside her again.
CHAPTERTWELVE
LUNA
It was still darkwhen I tiptoed my way down the hallway to Brady’s bedroom. After our fuckfest downstairs, he’d shown me to the bathroom for a shower—without him—and then deposited me in his guest room—also without him. With a mumbled goodnight, he’d left me in there with barely a glance in my direction.
And. Well. That just wouldn’t do.
Brady had surprised me, and considering the rigidness of his personality, I’d assumed that was impossible. But hours ago when we’d gotten here and found out we’d be stuck together, it was like a light had switched on in him. And I, for one, wasn’t complaining. I’d thought sex with him would be boring and methodical. I’d never been more wrong about anything in my life, and I’d been wrong about a lot.
His bedroom door was ajar, and I took that as invitation and crept inside. Rain still pounded against the house, the random flashes of lightning exposing the space and showing me a blink of Brady in all his glory. He lay on one side of his king bed, sound asleep on his back, the sheet pooled around his waist showcasing his bare chest. And myGodwhat a chest it was. He was broad and solid, with a soft dusting of dark hair that led straight down to the ridges of muscles on his abdomen I wanted to spend hours tracing. I’d barely even gotten to touch him during our earlier tryst, and I was none too happy about it.
