Into The Dragon's World - Brittany White Page 0,14

blocking them off from the rest of the world. Brady paused for a moment, his back to her, his shoulders tight.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

Casey didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped behind him and flattened her hands against the sides of his waist, sliding them forward, downward, until she could feel the outline of his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He took a quick, shuddering breath and Casey smiled. He wasn’t the only one who could tease.

“Casey…” he whispered, slowly turning to face her again.

She took the hem of his t-shirt and raised it. Brady quickly pulled it over his head. She allowed herself a long, appreciative look at his bare torso. He had the most perfectly haired chest she had ever seen, not too little, not too much. She touched his pectorals, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath the springiness of hair. As she watched his reaction, she dipped her fingertips lower, trailing down his stomach. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if daring her to continue.

She took that dare.

She undid his belt and slowly pulled it from the loops of his jeans, a faint smile on her face as she watched him struggle to maintain control. Casey leaned in close as she unbuttoned him, nuzzling his neck while she slid the zipper down slowly, caressing him as she nipped and licked at his throat.

Casey looked up at him again and his mouth was on hers instantly, hungrily. He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her easily, carrying her to the couch as his tongue explored, tasted her. He lowered her to the couch and straightened up, breathing hard as he gazed at her. Casey began to unbutton her blouse, but he stopped her with a slight shake of his head.

“I get to do that,” he said quietly.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, nudging her legs apart as he pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, closer to him. He deftly unbuttoned her silk blouse, gliding his fingertips over the lace edging of her bra. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, sending an almost painful flash of pleasure through her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this; every nerve ending screamed for more.

She leaned forward and shrugged the blouse off. Brady gazed at her breasts for a moment; they nearly spilled out of the lace of her bra. She suddenly wanted it off of her, wanting nothing between her skin and his. He reached behind her and undid the clasp easily, unveiling her slowly. With the bra still covering her breasts, he nudged the straps down over her shoulders. Then, as he watched with rapt desire, he tugged the bra down to reveal her breasts. He raised his eyes to hers again and she could see the satisfaction, the pleasure, in his gaze.

“What do you want me to do now?” His voice was rough, husky with need. “This…?”

He bent forward and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly for a moment, then tracing the tip of his tongue around the areola and over the tip. Casey’s back arched away from the couch and he did the same to her left breast, his breath hot on her skin.

“Or…” he said as he raised his head, “would you prefer this…?”

He lowered his head to her belly, opening his mouth against her skin, languidly licking her, tasting her, as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She lifted her butt off the cushion as he pulled them off her, panties and all, until she was open and exposed to him. He dragged the jeans away, nudging her legs apart.

And then he made her wait.

He knelt between her knees, sliding his hand up higher, his thumbs trailing along her inner thighs. Brady kept his hands there, almost touching the place where she ached for him, watching every minute change of expression on her face.

“Please…” she whispered. “Do something...you’re killing me…”

On command, he cupped her sex, rising up to kiss her deeply, sliding a finger inside her as he echoed the movement with his tongue. Casey heard herself gasp as he added another finger, moving them in and out, playing his thumb over and around the nubbin of her clit. She clutched at him, wanting him closer, wanting him inside her.

Brady sensed her need and raised his head from hers, keeping his hand in motion as he smiled. “Not yet, Casey...I’ve got too many years to make