so I’d hear you if you called.”
Brady was silent so I craned my neck back to find his eyes had zeroed in on my ass. I cleared my throat and waited for his gaze to lift. This took a while, seeing as he was clearly enjoying the view.
That actually made me feel warm and squishy inside. Years, I’d wished Brady would give me a clear sign he felt the same attraction I’d felt. And finally, I was feeling it. And not because his eyes were glued to my ass—though I did like that part, too—but because he was standing in my living room and the reason he was there was to have dinner. A meal I’d cooked at his request. And he’d requested it because he’d eaten it before at family parties. Which meant there was already a layer of friendship that had naturally slid into an open intimacy.
“You didn’t lock the door,” he told me.
“What?”
“The front door, Hadley, you left it unlocked.”
“Yeah. I knew you were coming over.”
“Neighborhood’s not shit, but it’s not great. And just to say, even if it was great, you need to keep the door locked.”
Sweet Jesus.
“Fine.” I gave in not wanting to hear him extol the merits of locking doors. “But if you want me to keep the door locked when I know you’re coming over then you better take my extra key. As you can see, I’m busy. I didn’t want to have to stop and get up to answer the door. And just to add, I don’t have a doorbell so if I’m upstairs it’s highly unlikely I’ll hear you knock. Especially if I was doing something like say, taking a shower or blow-drying my hair.”
“A key to your house?” He looked at me slightly dumbfounded.
“Well, I’m not offering you one to my car.”
“Don’t be a smartass.”
“Then don’t ask silly questions. Of course to my house.”
Brady continued to study me. Now that he wasn’t looking at my booty, I felt stupid on my hands and knees so I stood. Once I was on my feet, Brady closed the distance. Once he had me in his arms he leaned down, dropping his mouth on mine. I opened and he slid his tongue inside. Then Brady took a good amount of time building the kiss. Taking us from slow glides to seriously hot. By the time he broke the kiss, I was panting and hoping he didn’t want to eat right away because I could think of a better way to occupy our time.
“A key to your house is a big step, darlin’.”
His gaze was so intense it burned straight through me, heating me up from the inside out.
“Doesn’t feel that way. It kinda feels like we’ve been in the slow lane for a lotta years and we’re now finally going at an acceptable speed.”
His lips twitched before he teased, “What speed is that, Mach 1?”
“If Mach 1 is us finally admitting we have feelings for each other, sharing meals, conversation, phenomenal sex, and flirty texts, then yes, Mach 1.”
“Flirty texts?” He chuckled.
“Well, what would you call texting me to tell me to wear your favorite bra? And you can’t call it your favorite when you’ve only seen four. I have better ones than the purple one you’ve requested. Though I’ll confirm now I did fulfill your request even though it felt more like an order.” I watched Brady’s gray eyes flare and I liked that a whole lot. So much, I wanted more of it so I reminded him. “Though you don’t get the matching panties because you already tore them off of me. But I did find a suitable substitute and I don’t mind you ripping these, either.”
“You need a couch” was his strange reply.
When he grabbed my hand and pulled me across the room, up the stairs, and tossed me on my bed, I understood his statement. And even though my lack of furniture downstairs delayed his plans, he wasted no time executing them once he had me in my room.
He tore off my shorts down my legs. Ditto with my t-shirt, only that was yanked up and over my head. He remained standing at the side of the bed, spread my legs wide, pushed my panties to the side, then his face was between my thighs. His mouth worked miracles—tongue flicks followed by long swipes and hard licks. It took him approximately five minutes to have me writhing on the bed, primed and ready to explode. So when he slowed