hand went to his chest and I felt his heart pounding under my palm. Then I decided to roam. There was a lot to touch, a lot to look at, all of it sexy. I traced his tattoo under his right pec, down his stomach, circled his belly button with my thumb. I heard his groan and my gaze shifted up and found he was watching me. Our eyes locked and I froze.
No mask. Open desire. Gray eyes boring into mine, and a stare that was so unsettling, so intense, I wanted to look away. I could fall in love with that look, I was already halfway there so it wouldn’t be far to fall.
But even with Brady connected to me, driving his dick inside, openly hungry, eyes locked on mine, I was still afraid he wouldn’t catch me.
However, I was Hadley Walker therefore I stupidly fell anyway.
5
Good goddamn.
Hadley Walker was too much.
No, not too much, she was everything.
Crazy beautiful, every inch of her. From her shiny hair, her jade eyes, her ass, her tits, the tiny freckles that dotted her chest, the birthmark on her stomach, her lips, her mouth. There was so much to look at, so much to touch, but it was her eyes that held me captivated.
I couldn’t look away.
Her heels were digging into the small of my back, her hips moving with my drives, taking me deep. Her tight, wet pussy rippled around my cock. All of that so unbelievably hot I was close to losing it and I needed her with me—needed it in such a way I’d die if I didn’t get it.
She was an unhealthy obsession I had no chance of exhuming. Now that I had my cock buried inside her wet heat, she felt so fucking right that knowledge burned. So right, so good, so goddamned beautiful, but she’d never be mine.
Fuck, yeah, that burned.
“Brady,” she moaned. Her back arched, her head followed, and I lost her eyes.
My gaze dropped to her tits bouncing with my thrusts even with her bra shoved down under them, nipples pebbled, the vision hot as fuck. But I continued my perusal lower, wanting to see it, needing it, craving it. When my eyes landed on her pussy, then my cock as I pulled out, seeing it glisten with her excitement, that was all it had taken for the last of my control to snap.
My thumb went to her clit and I watched that, too, me circling the tiny bud, adding pressure and fucking into her harder. I listened to her moans, felt her pussy tighten, and gave her more. In return, I gave myself more.
Goddamn perfect. All of her. Tentative yet bold. Sweet and sexy. She hadn’t had the first clue what to do when I’d taken her mouth, but it hadn’t taken her but a second to follow my lead. I fucking loved that. Loved that when my hand went between her legs, her body froze, but as soon as my fingers traced her sex and dipped in, she melted. Then with very little effort she melted a different way and climaxed around my fingers. Sexy. Sweet. Perfect.
“Ohmygod,” she groaned. Those spiked heels painfully jabbed my back and her pussy seized my cock.
“Fuck,” I grunted, and powered through her orgasm, fighting the urge to blow, making it good for Hadley as her pussy tightened, pulsed, and quivered.
Unbearably fantastic. The feel of her extraordinary. The sound of her exceptional. The smell of her amazing. Crazy fucking beautiful all of her.
But that wasn’t what had me falling over the edge. It was her sweetness. The way her soft eyes searched me out whenever we were in the same room. The way she was as attuned to me as I was to her. An unspoken connection that would never be talked about.
“Brady,” she panted.
Hearing my name in her sex-rough voice did it.
“Hold on tight, honey, gonna fuck you harder.”
I reached down, hooked my arm over her leg, and held her thigh to my ribs. My other hand left her clit, dove into her thick hair, and fisted a handful. I gave her no choice but to right her head and look at me. I needed to watch her as she took me. Needed to know it was me giving it to her.
My need had driven me to make a fatal error. I knew it the moment our eyes connected. Hazy, soft, satisfied. But they were filled with something other than desire. Something I didn’t deserve but I