Her laugh turns into a gasp as I throw her on the bed.
In contrast to the living room, which is filled with books, her bedroom is small and neat, which makes me smile. For all her bluster about being a hot mess, she’s well organized.
I barely give the environment a second glance before I turn my attention back to her.
“I hope you know how beautiful you are.” I kiss the skin of her collarbone, pulling down her shirt, and she shivers. “I want to take my time with you.”
“I have neighbors. We might as well share a wall with how close they are. And I still haven’t showered yet.”
“Then you’ll just have to shut it, won’t you? And I’ll have to fuck you again while you clean up.” I flash her a wicked smile.
Her nipples are already pebbled, and I tweak them with my fingers. She gasps, fastening it behind her teeth. I scrape my teeth over the flimsy material of her tee.
“You know the drill,” I whisper. “You want me to slow down, I will. But I don’t think you do.”
“Keep fucking going,” she pleads.
“Fucking. Right,” I rumble into her skin.
“I trust you. Remember that.” I reward her by pressing my mouth against the hollow of her throat, practically tasting the flutter of her heartbeat.
“You can trust me. I’ve got you.”
“It’s almost too easy. It’s scary.”
“You can tell me to stop anytime.”
“But I don’t want you to.” She shifts under me as I kiss her again. “God, don’t stop, Brady.”
That’s good, because even though my head tells me to lay off her and give her space, my cock has different ideas.
Appalling ones.
“What sort of smut do you read?” I growl into her ear, resting my body against hers. Gently at first, then with more pressure when she doesn’t flinch away.
“Mm. Depends on the book. Sometimes it’s funny and adorable. Sometimes it’s pure filth wrapped in a pretty cover.”
“I’ve seen those discreet covers. Got to keep your freak flag hidden?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Growling, I lift her shirt with my teeth, exposing bare midriff, and then pull it over her head.
There’s so much I want to explore here, so much to kiss and suck and torment with my tongue.
I want her hands on me too. Especially when she moans like butter.
“Your turn. I want this off.” She tugs at my shirt now.
“Take it, woman. Take what’s yours.”
Her laugh comes low and husky in a way that burns my balls.
Her little nails skim my bare skin, caressing my stomach as she takes my shirt and pulls.
I watch her big brown eyes go gratifyingly dark like rich amber.
Her fingers arc down lower to my pants, where she’s about to find a hard-on so intense it could drive fucking nails through the wall.
