She immediately remembered the way he’d fucked her tits last night. No one had ever done that before, and she found it ridiculously hot. And the way he’d pinched her nipples … who knew pain could morph into pleasure that way?
He kneaded her breasts for a moment before releasing her. She instantly missed the warmth.
“Take off your pants,” Brady commanded. “I need to touch you some more.”
While he undressed, Reilly did the same. She managed not to ogle him too much, but she couldn’t say the same for him. He was staring, which allowed her to walk into the shower first. The water was hot, but not too hot, so she stepped under the spray, tipped her head back, and got her hair wet. Her eyes were closed when she felt Brady’s hands on her tits again. This time, he plucked her nipples, making her gasp.
“I need to suck them,” he said, but she wasn’t sure if he was telling her or simply relaying a fact.
She tipped her head up and watched as he leaned down and took one into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, gently at first, then more firmly. He released her, scraping his teeth on the sensitive tip as he did. He then did the same with her other breast.
When he stood up, his eyes were hooded, and his lips were darker from teasing her.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, sliding his hand behind her neck and bringing her forward until their lips melded together.
Reilly got lost in the kiss, sliding her hands over his smooth, warm skin, reacquainting herself with all the dense muscle, the perfectly sculpted planes and angles of his torso, and the finely rounded globes of his ass.
“It’s been years,” Brady said against her lips.
Reilly pulled back, not sure what he was talking about.
He met her gaze and brushed her hair back from her face. “I’ve wanted you for years, Reilly.”
“You could’ve had me,” she admitted.
“I wanted you to be ready for me.”
She didn’t know what that meant. “Ready for you how?”
His eyes locked with hers. “Now that I’ve got you, I never want to let you go.”
Smiling, she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I know the feelin’.”
“I’m serious.” His expression matched his words. “I want you here with me, Reilly.”
Assuming he meant tonight, she leaned in and kissed him again. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Promise.”
***
Brady realized Reilly didn’t understand what hemeant. He was being literal. He wanted her there with him every night. Forever.
Yeah, he was moving fast, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted her for so long, it felt like the natural progression at this point. He wasn’t getting any younger, and he was ready to settle down. This time forever. He didn’t worry that he was caught up in a whirlwind the way he had been with Alyssa because he knew Reilly. He knew everything about her, and he loved every single thing.
However, he decided to table the discussion until later. For now, he was content to have her with him.
Sliding his hand between her legs, he teased her, massaging her labia until she moaned, then shifting his finger along the seam, seeking the heat of her. “You’re wet.”
She giggled. “I’m in the shower.”
That made him smile. “Are you tellin’ me I’m not doin’ my job correctly?”
“I never said that.” She giggled again when he backed her up against the wall.
He slipped a finger into her tight, wet pussy, watching her face as he did. Her eyes closed, and a soft moan escaped as she rocked against his hand.
“More,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wider.
Brady added another finger.
