Then he leans back and stares in awe.
“Fucking beautiful.”
Oh my God.
I hate how red he paints me, even as I take the perfect opportunity to check him out.
I’m only human, and this man isfine.
His abs are model grade—though I’m half sure he’s tensing, just to give me a better view.
They’re weapons of mass destruction designed to ruin a woman’s sense.
In the wrong hands, this human wall could stop armies. Or maybe inspire a legion of war-crazed women to fight. Think Helen of Troy in reverse.
My eyes follow that delectable trail of pure sculpted flesh leading to that chiseled V plunging down his pants.
“Is that all from the army? Or do you just work out four hours a day?”
He raises a brow. “You think I’d blow that much time in a gym?”
“I think that’s the only way anyone could be this built.”
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through me, straight to my core.
But his eyes linger on my breasts. There’s a dazed look to his gaze, like he’s just woken up from a dream.
I know what’s coming before he reaches out and swipes his finger over my bra, where my nipple peaks through the material.
“Glorious,” he whispers.
“Underwhelming. If I knew this was happening, I’d have worn lingerie.”
“A man always appreciates that, but don’t get too stuck on the packaging. It’s what’s underneath that counts.”
“Flattery. You’re so terrible.”
“It’s the truth, Lena.” He says it with such a serious look, I can’t help but believe him.
Any other time, this is where I’d start having second thoughts. Maybe panicking a little.
But not with Brady.
His thumb glides over my hip, and even though the glazed look in his eyes hasn’t fully disappeared, he says, “We can go slow, if you want.”
Slow? After he’s got me this worked up?
Biting my lip, I shake my head.
“Are youtryingto kill me? We can do slow later.” I roll my hips, watching as his eyes heat with pure blue sorcery.
“Deal.”
This time when he kisses me, I feel my leash snap.
Our lips collide with frenzied determination, permission to be uncivilized.
I think he’s burning, ready to claw his way out of his own skin just to ravage me.
