When he drops me down on the bed, I’m still holding on to him.
He grins wickedly as he bends his head to nip at my neck.
My heart pounds, and my skin goes liquid at the feel of his hand sliding under my top.
“I haven’t had a chance to shower since I flew in,” I warn.
“You smell likeyou, Sass. And it’s driving me fucking insane.” He moves lower, hot tongue descending, drawing a line down my lower belly.
Oh God!
My jitters evaporate with every touch, especially when he hooks his fingers into my leggings and tugs them down my thighs.
Now, we both meet sweet insanity. I’m trembling like I have Brady withdrawals, so close to having the gorgeous man I’ve been denied.
“You okay?” he whispers, his eyes molten.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Never better.”
Everything he’s doing is a hell of a lotmorethan okay.
When he goes down lower, lower, and presses his tongue against my folds, hot and wet and torturously slow, I’m instantly torn.
“Fuck, Lena, why do you taste so good?” The way he closes his eyes like he’s in rapture frays my last senses.
My fingers move without thinking, digging at his hair, anchoring myself to his lips for dear life while his tongue demolishes me.
And Brady’s mouth is a masterclass in pleasure.
Every swirling lick.
Every rough suck.
Every hot breath and sugary sting of his teeth.
He grabs my legs and pins me to his face, growling against my center, claiming me like the wild beast he is.
And I just lie there, panting, legs splayed open, his head between them, half naked and wrecked but so relieved that we’ve finally turned a corner.
The worst really might be over.
There’s no uncomfortable ache in my belly anymore. No anxious fear that this is spinning away from us. No more uncertainty.
In this bed with this man, I’m safe and loved.
The thought feels almost as potent as everything his tongue does.
And when he brings me to the brink and stops, teasing me with hot eyes before he sinks a finger into me, my back arches off the bed.
“Holy shit!” I whimper.
“You like that, huh? Sing for me, woman. I’m going to light you up.”
I almost laugh, but it comes out breathless.
“You know I do. And so do you.” I haven’t missed the way his hand disappears, stroking himself.
“Damn right,” he rumbles. “You scared me to hell and back when I thought I’d never taste this tight little pussy again.”
