“Don’t move,” he told Reilly as he got out.
He tucked his cock in his underwear but didn’t bother fixing his jeans. They would be off soon. But first, he intended to return the favor, and he planned to do it before they stepped foot inside the house.
When he opened the door, Reilly was sitting primly in her seat, clearly taunting him since he told her not to move. Brady chuckled as he reached across her and unbuckled her seat belt, then shifted her knees toward him. Before she could get out, he spread her thighs and ran his hand up the inside of one, not stopping until his fingers slipped beneath the soft, stretchy cotton of her shorts.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Where are your damn panties?”
“Hmm. I must’ve forgotten them,” she said, spreading her legs wider as he dragged his finger between the seam of her pussy lips.
She was wet and hot, and he knew it didn’t have a damn thing to do with the seat heater.
“Lean back,” he urged because he simply couldn’t wait.
Her eyes were hooded and glassy, but she managed to prop herself on one arm, leaning back as much as she could with the center console behind her. Brady set her foot on the door’s armrest as he tugged her shorts to the side so he could admire her soft pink flesh.
“Brady…”
“Hmm?” He lifted his gaze to hers.
“Lick me,” she whispered. “Please.”
He grinned. “When you ask so nicely…”
Leaning down, he licked her. He’d intended it to be a tease, to pay her back for what she’d done to him. But the moment her flavor hit his tongue, he knew he didn’t have the restraint to stop. He lapped at her with his tongue, slowly at first, then more insistently as her soft hum became frantic whimpers. He wanted her to come on his face but not like this. He needed more room. He wanted to spread her out on his bed so he could feast on her for hours.
Reilly fisted his hair, holding him in place. “Brady…”
It took more effort than he thought he was capable of, but he managed to pull back. He didn’t go far, grabbing her hand and tugging so she fell forward. When she did, he grabbed her around the hips, lifted her off her feet, and tossed her over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” She giggled exuberantly and grabbed for the waistband of his jeans, holding on as he carried her into the house.
He bypassed the kitchen and the living room and went right for the stairs that led to the second-floor loft. He designed the house himself, the open concept allowing him to have a full view of nearly every room from upstairs. There was little privacy, but he didn’t need it. He lived alone and preferred the openness. He’d only moved in a few months ago, but it had already become his sanctuary, his refuge. Reilly was the first woman he’d brought here, and he hadn’t thought twice about it.
“I can walk, you know,” she said as he reached the top of the stairs. “I’m too big for you to carry.”
“You’reperfectfor me to carry,” he corrected.
When he dropped her onto his bed, she quickly propped herself up on her elbows, staring at him as he tugged one of her slippers off and dropped it to the floor. He made quick work of the other, then reached for her shorts, dragging them down her long, toned legs.
“You have the most incredible legs,” he said, sliding his hands up them as he pushed her legs back and wide, admiring the glistening pink flesh between them. “And the most beautiful pussy.”
Reilly moaned low in her throat when he lowered his mouth to her and fucked her with his tongue.
“Brady…” She groaned long and low, pumping her hips, attempting to fuck herself on his tongue.
He licked his way to her clit, but not before sucking on the smooth, puffy lips. He teased the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, and her leg muscles tensed as she cried out so sweetly. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to feast on her pussy for the rest of the night. Tomorrow he could succumb to the overwhelming urge to fuck her.
If only he had that sort of restraint. Her soft mewls and guttural moans were driving him out of his mind. He wanted her to scream for him. He wanted her to cry out his name while he pounded himself inside her.
When he sucked on her clit, Reilly’s hips bucked. He savored her, lightly sucking, gently stroking with his tongue, working her into a frenzy one glorious minute at a time until he felt the delicate pulse against his lips. She was going to come and he was ready.
“Brady … oh … yes … it feels so good…” Still propped up on her elbows, she arched her back and cried out, the sound ripping from her throat as her pussy gushed. He lapped at her sweetness until she grabbed his hair and pulled. She wasn’t gentle, urging him onto the bed with her.
As he moved over her, she reached for the hem of his sweater, jerking it up, obviously eager to get him naked. He didn’t stop her. Only helped when she started shoving at his jeans. Brady had to get off the bed to discard the rest of his clothes and watched with unabashed interest as she stripped her sweatshirt off, tossing it to the floor.
“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered, admiring every mouthwatering inch of her. She was stunning. In a way no other woman would ever compare. Her breasts were large and firm, her waist narrow, her hips perfectly rounded to grip while he drove himself deep inside her.
He was sweating. Ogling her and breaking a sweat because she was that fucking hot. He didn’t know which part of her he appreciated more, but as a whole, she was utter perfection. Brady wanted to spend days … hell,decades, ravishing her in every way possible. She was so fucking beautiful, it hurt to look at her.
