“Oh, yes.”
She was so damn beautiful. He loved watching her as pleasure coursed through her. It was an incredible sight.
As he fingered her pussy, he slid his other hand along the crack of her ass, searching, seeking.
Reilly gasped, her breaths ragged. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She lifted her foot and rested it on the small tiled bench along the back wall, giving him better access to finger her pussy and her ass.
“Brady…” She whimpered and rocked her hips. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Brady pushed one finger in her asshole and two into her pussy, watching as she gasped and moaned.
It was all he could do not to drive himself inside her. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But he wanted to slow this down. For a little while, at least. He wanted to show her it wasn’t only sex for him. Although he wasn’t sure she would have a problem with it if it were.
“Make me come,” she begged, rocking faster. “Fuck me, Brady.”
He gave her what she asked for, making her come with his fingers, then kissed her while she came down from her orgasm. When she reached for his cock, he sidestepped.
“Not yet. I’m gonna feed you first. Then we can play some more.”
“Tease.”
They made out for several more minutes, with him practically holding her down to keep her from reaching for him. Brady knew he would’ve caved, given half a chance. It wasn’t easy soaping himself up while she watched, her eyes heating as he got clean.
“You finish showering. I’ll start cookin’. I’ll leave a robe out for when you’re done.”
Resisting her was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he extricated himself from her arms and got out. He dried off, pulled on his robe, and then grabbed another from the closet for her. He kept from watching her as she soaped her body, knowing if he did, he would be right back in there with her.
Fifteen minutes later, she joined him downstairs. She was wearing his robe, which covered her like a blanket, reaching to her dainty ankles. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Mmm. Smells good.”
“BLT-As,” he told her.
Reilly’s eyes widened. “Really?”
He knew they were her favorite. Plus, it was simple—one egg over hard, with bacon, lettuce, tomato, and avocado on toast.
“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward the barstool with the spatula.
Once she was seated, he made her sandwich and then passed it over before returning to make his own.
“I have a question to ask you,” she said while chewing her first bite.
He cocked an eyebrow, urging her to ask.
She finished chewing. “Would you go to my parents’ tomorrow night for dinner? With me, I mean. Asmyplus one.”
Brady flipped the egg in the pan but didn’t look at her.
“Unless you’ve got other plans,” she quickly added. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to ask. You didn’t come last year, so…”
No, he hadn’t because he’d been mourning his mother’s death.
“I don’t have other plans,” he admitted. He intended to go to the cemetery at some point in the day, but he wanted to do that alone, so he didn’t mention it.
