I stop cold as Brady stares me down.
“But we’re in it together! I’m coaching him all the time. Honestly, he’s so good it’s a little overwhelming, but ... I wouldn’t trade this for anything. You’re looking at the luckiest lady ever, Seattle. Thank you and good night.”
There. Hack job complete.
“We’re both lucky. It’s a hard chase, finding your soulmate, but when I met you, Sass, I knew.”
Oh boy.
He’s using that nickname in public—and he makes it sound affectionate.
But it’s his eyes that take me down.
Brady’s gaze drips with so much honest gratitude I’d choke if I wasn’t riveted in place. He’s too good at this show, and it’s quietly killing me.
“Get used to that pretty face, folks. You’ll be seeing a lot more of her in my videos soon,” he says.
A lot more.
I blink. Maybe he’s expecting me to nod along and agree, but I feel like a deer caught in the headlights.
What is he planning?
There’s no time to wonder when he turns my face to his, gently slides one finger under my chin, and kisses me breathless.
Just like before, it starts off searing and only gets hotter. Like sliding into a hot tub, the heat soothing and blanking my brain.
I don’t know how he manages when we’re both standing still. My eyes flutter closed, and I bring my hand to his wrist.
Just touching him. Fingers on skin.
A million of my worries against his wall of muscle.
Mouth against mouth.
Tongue against—
Oh God, histongue.
It explores my mouth like he knows it belongs there.
Searching, claiming, teasing me to mush.
Every frenzied brushstroke sends more fire to my belly.
My head tilts back. I sure as hell hope it looks like I’m lost in his kiss, because it’s not fake. It’s the realest thing I’ve felt since the camera started rolling.
Terrifyingly true.
Tingles race up and down my spine, and I’m boneless in a matter of seconds, my breath stalled in my lungs.
Good thing, too, because the world-ending way Brady kisses leaves zero room for breath.
Soft lips, demanding.
Rough fingers pinching my skin, gentle but intense.
Catastrophically romantic.
