“What exactly do I need to do to persuade you?”
“Never mind.” She spun on her heel and started up the stairs. “You won’t like it, so never mind.”
Before she reached the top, she heard his booted feet on the stairs.
Reilly squealed when she realized he was chasing after her. She made a beeline for the bed and ran around to the other side. Her first mistake was thinking a king-size mattress was going to stop him.
Without hesitating, Brady scaled the mattress in two steps, then hopped down on the floor, trapping her between the wall and his big, beautiful body.
“I was doin’ some thinkin’,” Brady said with a smirk.
Reilly laughed as she peered up at him. “Yeah? In the ten seconds it took you to get up here?”
He nodded. “I think you’re the one who needs to persuademe.”
“Oh, really?”
Brady lifted his sweater and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the bed.
Reilly was instantly distracted by the sheer perfection of his body. The man was freaking hot. It didn’t matter that his sexy body had become her own personal playground these past few weeks, she found when he took off his shirt, she was unable to speak.
Brady took her hands and placed them on his abs. She took over from there, grazing the smooth, warm skin.
While she did that, he unbuttoned his jeans.
Her mouth watered. Really, it did.
“Dessert?” she asked hopefully.
Brady laughed as he sat down on the bed. “Take off my boots.”
She helped him get them off, dropping them on the floor because she didn’t want to miss a thing. When Brady McCord stripped, it was like unwrapping Christmas, Valentine’s, and birthday gifts all at once.
He stood back up so he could push his jeans and underwear down before he sat down again.
When he laid back on the bed, she took over, admiring his hard cock as she tugged his jeans down his legs.
She licked her lips and met his gaze. “I can be very persuasive.”
His brown eyes gleamed with desire. “I know you can.”
Reilly reached for him, circling her fingers around his satin-smooth length, stroking from root to tip. She watched his face, loving the way his eyes rolled back whenever she touched him.
She teased him for a minute before stopping abruptly. His eyes opened, radiating heat as they tracked her every move. Reilly stripped quickly before joining him on the bed, straddling his thighs. She resumed her massage, using both hands, one to caress his cock, the other to gently play with his balls.
Brady moaned softly.
Reilly stopped.
His eyebrows lifted in question.
“First, you have to admit there was a look.”
He grinned, reaching down to stroke himself.
Reilly stopped him by covering his cock with her hands. “This is mine. You can’t touch it.”
He barked a laugh.
