shivered.
I groped Brady’s back but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed everything. My hands moved to his front over his abs and I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of them jump and tighten as my palms glided over the ridges and valleys.
Me.
I did that to him.
I made his stomach muscles jump.
I wanted more of that. More of his growls, more grunts, more groans.
My hands moved lower. Feeling empowered by all Brady had given me, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans in record time in a one-woman race I was determined to win, then I struggled to shove them down.
Throughout all of this, he kissed me.
Bar none—it was the best kiss of my life. I didn’t even know a kiss like that was possible. Demanding, wet, deliciously deep.
I was alive.
Finally.
Everywhere, everything alive and I wanted more.
One of his hands left my hip. There was movement, then Brady helped me shove his pants down.
I wanted to shout for joy. But that would mean disconnecting my lips from his and I was pretty sure I wanted to live the rest of my life fused to Brady’s mouth, tasting him, inhaling his scent, touching his hard body.
Hell yeah, I wanted this forever.
I needed him closer so I wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles, and drew him in. So close, his cotton-covered cock was pressed to my center. I didn’t want that material between us. I didn’t want anything between us. I needed skin on skin and in my impatience to get it, I scratched at the waistband of his boxers and I heard him hiss.
Damn, that was hot, too.
I would’ve had a mind to how my pussy convulsed hearing that sound, but before I could process that, Brady yanked my blouse open. Buttons scattered across the bathroom.
That wasn’t just hot, that was fucking off-the-charts-hot-as-fuck.
The only bad part was he tore his mouth from mine. But that bad only lasted a nano-second because when his gaze came to mine the heat blazing in his eyes made up for it. Unfortunately, I lost his hungered stare when his head dipped down. A second later, all thoughts of losing his eyes vanished when I felt his lips on my breast, then I lost the ability to think at all when he pulled the cups of my bra down and his mouth latched onto my nipple.
Sweet mother of God.
My back arched, silently begging for more. Brady sucked harder and his hand cupped my other breast, his fingers found my nipple, and he rolled and tugged that one while his mouth played with the other.
I was so turned on I burned with it. My hands didn’t know what to do, my thighs trembled from squeezing so hard, my breath was coming out in fast pants, my heart was pounding, and I still needed more. And the only way I knew how to communicate that was to lift my hips in an invitation. At the same time, my hands went into Brady’s hair. I grabbed two handfuls and held him to me while I kept rubbing myself against his hard length.
Stupid fucking boxers.
They needed to go.
I felt Brady shift, forcing me to loosen my legs. As his boxers slid off, I lost his cock and an impatient growl slid up my throat. His mouth left my nipple and that forced a whimper to escape.
“Jesus fuck,” he groaned, then in the third hottest move I’d ever experienced, he reached between us, and the sound of my panties tearing filled the room.
“Oh my God,” I whispered and his eyes locked onto mine.
I felt the head of his cock slide through my excitement and I heard the air hiss through his clenched teeth. I watched as his jaw flexed and his eyes flared.
More wetness gathered between my legs. I dug my heels into his ass and Brady drove home.
“Fuck.” Brady tipped his head back, giving me a prime view of his muscular throat. But I wanted to see more.
My hand reached for the hem of his shirt while my other stayed on the counter for balance.
Once again he proved he didn’t need verbal direction. He reached around, grabbed a handful of material, ripped it off his torso, and tossed it aside.
I’d seen him shirtless before at a pool party but that was different. I could steal glances and I had. I could appreciate his broad chest and six-pack abs, and I’d done that, too. But I couldn’t touch. Now I could, so I didn’t delay. My