crazy?
“First, it’s not shit. It’s a beautiful romance between a very traumatized man and a woman who’s strong enough to not give in, and in doing so leads him to the light.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. “And…um…well, with hot sex thrown in.”
“And men read that?”
I couldn’t help it, he looked so flabbergasted at the thought of a man reading a romance book that I laughed and I did so for a long time. So long, he called my name and I was still chuckling when I told him, “Yes, Brady, men read romance. They especially read erotic romance. But this particular man was finding it difficult to bring the book up to the circulation desk to check it out.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve seen him twice this week, pick up the book, take it to a table, and read it while intermittently looking at the desk waiting for James to be there so he could check it out. He finally got that opportunity today, took it, then was out the door like a shot.”
Brady’s face screwed up and I barely bit back my laugh this time when I said, “I know you, my alpha stud, cannot imagine a man reading sexy romance books but I promise you, they do. A lot of men check them out.”
“Alpha stud?” His lips twitched and those stormy eyes danced.
Yeah, there was something different about Brady tonight. Good different but different all the same. I really wanted to ask him why but I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
There was a lot we needed to talk about. Marriage and kids on the top of that list but I decided I was going to wait it out. That was not me burying my head in the sand and it wasn’t me being a coward. It was a calculated decision to wait until after he’d started dealing with the loss of his sister and his nightmares. Maybe after he sorted those two things he’d feel differently. If he didn’t, then I’d deal with what my next move would be.
“Thought you were setting the table,” I prompted.
“Alpha stud?” he parroted.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the stove to stir the spaghetti sauce. I felt heat hit my back. Brady’s arms wrapped around my middle, giving me a squeeze before his lips pressed just behind my ear.
Nice.
“Later tonight when I’m rippin’ those panties…no…” He paused. “When I got my face between your thighs, you can tell me if I need to pick up one of those sexy romance books.”
I rolled my eyes but stayed quiet.
“I heard about that book. Maybe it’s time we start exploring me tying you to the bed.”
“Or maybe we should explore me tying you to the bed,” I teased.
“You want that?”
I thought about it for about a nanosecond, which was a nanosecond more than I needed because I knew my answer.
“No.”
“Right, but you want me to tie you up?”
I shivered. What I didn’t do was verbally answer because Brady felt that shiver. “Yeah, my Hadley wants me to tie her up.”
My Hadley.
I loved that.
His mouth lowered and he kissed the sensitive skin below my ear. Then in a deep, rough, lust-filled voice that felt like silk as it glided over my neck, he said, “Not tonight. I have panties to tear off. But soon, I’m gonna bind you to my bed with you up on all fours. That way I have access to your pretty ass while you’re helpless and begging for my cock.”
Sweet Jesus.
I’d totally be begging, but still I said, “I don’t beg.”
“We’ll see.”
Brady nipped my neck and slid away. He went to get plates out of the cabinet so he could set the table. A table we’d never sat at before.
Yeah, something was totally up with him and I wanted to know what that was. But first I was enjoying dinner with my man sitting across from me.
With his eyes glittering with nothing but happiness.
“Brady,” I gasped as he entered me from behind.
One could say he liked my new purchase. He liked the lacy purple panties so much he hadn’t taken them off when he’d gone down on me. He’d just pushed them aside and ate. It wasn’t until I was on the edge of my second orgasm when he lifted his head and shredded the lace, tearing them clean off.
It was hot.
Off the charts hot.
Then he wasted no time covering me with his big body and drove home, filling me so full in one