The cut lines of his Adonis belt disappeared into the band of his boxer briefs, and I cursed them and the fact that I hadn’t gotten an up close and personal look at what he was packing. But considering my pussy still ached hours post-coitus, I could guess.
Three steps into the room, the floor creaked under my weight, and Brady lifted his head from the pillow, eyes snapping open and landing immediately on me. I froze, unsure whether I should continue toward him or turn on my heel and head back to the guest room and the too-big bed I’d felt lost in.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, instantly on alert even though his tone was low and gravelly from sleep. And sweetLord, the things it did to all my good parts. When had his voice stopped irritating me and started turning me on?
“Your guest room is very nice, but I’m afraid it’s just not for me.”
He stared at me for a long moment, then dropped his head back to the pillow and sighed heavily. “Couldn’t your critique of my home wait? It’s two a.m.”
I shrugged, the neckline of Brady’s T-shirt slipping off one shoulder. “Yeah, and I’ve just been lying there this whole time, wide awake, because the bed’s too big.”
“The bed’s too big,” he repeated, his tone flat.
“Yes.” I stepped toward him, very aware of my bare legs and the lack of, well, anything beneath his shirt, and sidled up to his side of the bed. A bed, by the way, that came up to my waist. I’d need a fucking ladder just to climb into it. “You know I’m used to sleeping on a twin mattress, right? In a tiny little van? My body doesn’t know what to do with all that open space.”
“And you’re in here because…”
“Well, you’re an overgrown jackass, so I figured you probably hogged the bed, too. No doubt you’d shove me to the edge and I’d feel right at home and fall fast asleep.”
In the flash of lightning that lit the room, I swore I saw his lips twitch into a smile, but then it was gone as he studied me for several long heartbeats, his gaze drifting over my body beneath his oversized shirt, and my nipples pebbled at his scrutiny. Finally, he said, “Is this your way of getting me to fuck you again?”
Ignoring my body’s response to him and his words, I breathed out a laugh and pressed my hand to his chest, leaning down until our lips nearly touched. “No, Sheriff. You destroyed my pussy earlier, so I’ll need a bit of a break from your monster cock before we try that again.”
Though, who knew if there’d be an again. He’d shut down so quickly after coming inside me—without a condom, by the way, which had necessitated a terse conversation about test records and birth control (covered on both counts, thank God)—that I assumed it would be a resounding no. But from the way he stared up at me, the flash of lightning through the room showcasing the hunger and heat in his eyes, well…now I wasn’t so sure.
I also wasn’t so sure I’d say no to round two.
Being with Brady was a bad idea, without question. But I’d never been one to shy away from bad ideas. In fact, I tended to run toward them at full speed without thought of consequences.
Still looming over him, I lifted my head a few inches until I could no longer feel his breath on my lips. “Come on, grump. I’m tired and want some sleep. Just let me snuggle for a while. My feet aren’tthatcold, and I won’t make a peep, promise. You can go back to hating me in the morning.”
One minute, he was challenging me to a staring war, and the next, he wrapped his thick arm around me and hauled me onto his bed, pulling me straight over top of him and settling me on his other side. He kept his arm around me, tucking me in close and pulling the covers over me as if it was second nature. His hand landed on my ass, tugging me against his side, and then he froze, his fingers flexing against the material hiding all my bits.
He tipped his head down to me, his breath ghosting over my hair. “You came in here with a bare pussy, but you’re still trying to tell me you weren’t aiming to get fucked, lawbreaker?”
I shifted against him, laying my head on his steel wall of a chest. My nipples tightened into hard points thanks to the heat radiating off him. Or it could’ve been how he palmed my ass like it was his hand’s designated resting spot. Or the fact that he was half naked with nothing more than a flimsy piece of cotton keeping me from seeing all his goods. Could be anything, really.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I said, hand flat on his stomach. And if I petted that stomach, admiring the ridges of muscles and the thin trail of hair that disappeared into his boxer briefs, well. No one could prove it. “You shoved a T-shirt at me, grunted, and then fled like your dick was on fire. If you wanted my bottom half covered, you should’ve given me a pair of boxers, too.”
He grunted, still palming my ass like a basketball. “Thought you said you wouldn’t make a peep if I let you in here.”
“Quit asking me questions, and I’ll be quiet,” I said against his chest, still trying to get comfortable. I snuggled in deeper, pressing my ice-cold feet to his shins and grinning at his answering hiss.
“Not too cold, my ass,” he mumbled under his breath. “I don’t know how the feet of one of Satan’s minions can be so fucking frigid.”
“It’s a lot warmer in hell. I’m not used to the climate change yet.” I turned my head into his chest, inhaling against his skin and closing my eyes as I took his scent deep into my lungs. It was…warm. Just warmth and salty ocean air. It was Brady, and I couldn’t deny how much I loved it.
“Did you just sniff me?”
“Did you bring me out to your murder lair? It’s awful quiet out here.”
“Keep talking, and you’ll find out,” he said, his words muffled against my hair.
“Just wondering why you live out here and not at the resort.”
“And I’m wondering why I agreed to let you in my bed and why I thought you were telling the truth when you said you wouldn’t make a peep.”
“That’s not an answer.”
