I stepped in, and turned around.
Brady was on my heels and I hadn’t realized he’d followed so closely. This meant when I abruptly stopped and turned I slammed into him. I started to stumble back when his hands shot out and caught me by my biceps and hauled me upright.
The movement brought me face-to-face with an extremely good-looking Brady.
Up close and personal, I had the pleasure of witnessing his gray eyes focus intently on me. They heated and darkened until that intensity grew to searing. I felt rather than saw his chest expand as he inhaled. And finally, I felt his fingers curl tighter and he dipped his head. His lips moved to a hair’s breadth away, so close they brushed mine. Without thought, my tongue traced his bottom lip. And because he tasted so damn good, I went back for seconds.
That was the moment my life changed.
It was forever altered in a way I’d never recover from.
I talked a big game. I’d been told a time or a billion that one day my bravado and half-cocked schemes would get me in trouble. This had never been a deterrent that was because I was determined—though others would call it careless—to get what I wanted. This was not selfish, it wasn’t ugly, and it wasn’t because I was spoiled. I worked for it; whatever I was determined to get, I was willing to do whatever I had to do to accomplish my goal. But the truth was, I hadn’t been ready for Brady Hewitt.
I’d been with only two men. So, no, I wasn’t actually going to ever shove my hand down his pants in an effort to make him notice me, because I wouldn’t have had the first clue what to do. However, until right then, at that moment when Brady’s tongue pushed mine back into my mouth and he swept his in, I didn’t know just how clueless I was.
I also realized I’d never been kissed. At least not the way Brady did it. And when his hand glided up my arm, over my shoulder, and his fingers dug into the back of my neck holding me to him so he could take what he wanted, something deep inside flared to life.
Brady deepened the kiss and a whimper slid up my throat. The effect of that noise was astounding. He one-upped my moan and growled down my throat. The hand not controlling my neck jerked my skirt up and my clit pulsed.
My stomach dropped when his hand went between my legs and his fingers traced the edge of my panties before he pushed them aside then pushed in. As in—inside of me. Belatedly, I remembered now was my chance to explore, to finally touch him, and I didn’t delay shoving my hands up the back of his t-shirt. My palms met hot skin over hard muscles. His fingers pumped in and out of me and my nails dug into his back. My legs were already trembling, but when his thumb circled my clit, they shook. Brady must’ve felt it because his grip on the back of my neck tightened and he deepened our kiss. A feral growl slipped from him and washed over me then coursed through me. Straight through my skin, my muscles, and settled in my bones.
All of it was so hot, felt so good, it started to happen. Only it was different—bigger, stronger than anything I’d given to myself. Even the buildup was better. It wasn’t slow to develop. It didn’t grow and blossom—it hit. And when it did, my climax exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors so bright, so vivid, it dawned on me I’d been living a dull life.
My body arrested, my lungs burned, and pleasure like I’d never felt pulsed through me. The top of my head to the tips of my toes tingled. And a full-body moan tore from my mouth.
Then Brady’s hand disappeared and I came up off my feet. Before I could comprehend what was happening, my ass was on the vanity and I vaguely thought it was a good thing I’d sprung for the bigger size or my ass would’ve been in the sink. That thought fled when Brady stepped between my thighs, forcing my legs to open.
My skirt was mostly bunched around my waist but the material stretched tighter as I spread my legs more until finally the seam gave way and I heard it rip. The sound was so erotic, so raw, so damn sexy, my still-quaking body