“God, no, Brady,” I cry. “I’m just happy.”
He smiles, relief washing over his face as he studies me with something new in his eyes, something possessive and raw. His lips kiss my nose, and I giggle.
Here, with Brady, nothing else in the world matters. He has no secrets and I’ve never had my heart broken.
He pulls out of me slowly and lies on his side, drawing me close. We cuddle, and his fingers walk up my belly to my neck. He mumbles a song that sounds like the music from a jack-in-the-box, which makes me laugh. He rolls to his back. I remove my tank top and then rest my cheek on his chest.
“Sunshine?”
I’m too exhausted to even bother complaining about the nickname. It’s obvious he’s sticking with it, and it’s growing on me. “Yes, Brady?”
“You’re going to have to dump Harrison. I don’t share.” His voice is edgy, and his heart races beneath my cheek.
I laugh. “Brady Hunter, are you jealous?”
“When it comes to you, I’m extremely fucking jealous. I mean it – get rid of him.”
This is the side of Brady that scares me just a smidge, the explosive side, the one I worry about. I roll on my tummy and place my palm on his chest. Resting my chin on my hand, I gaze up at him. His eyes don’t appear as angry as his voice. His finger trails down my cheek. “I’ll tell him we can’t date anymore, but I’d still like to be friends with him. We have to work together.”
His finger tips skimming the small of my back make it impossible to concentrate. A seemingly innocent show of affection somehow means something entirely new after what we’ve just shared. “I’m fine with that. As long as he knows you’re only friends and he can’t touch you.”
I draw circles softly with my finger on his chest, and drop wet kisses around his nipple. “He’ll know,” I promise, tracing the outline of his angel tattoo. “What do these tattoos mean?” His chest flexes, and I instantly regret asking.
When he relaxes, I peek up at him. He gently runs his fingers through my hair, fisting a ball behind my ear. “I’ll tell you eventually, but I’m too distracted by your mouth to talk right now.”
I catch his meaning, slide my leg around his waist, and climb on top of him. Straddling him now, I sit up, feeling his readiness beneath me. He groans his intent and brushes my hair from the front of my breast, draping it over my shoulders. His thumbs glide across both nipples. The low growl in his throat vibrates on the insides of my thighs.
His hands dip into the curve of my waist, and his playful smile announces his expectation. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love this part of your body.”
I smile at his compliment and begin rocking my hips, sliding up and down over him. Brady digs his fingers into the sides of my waist. His eyes comb my body intently. I lift my hips, reach down, and wrap my fingers around his arousal, pushing him slowly and deliberately inside me.
“Yes!” Brady hisses beneath me. “God, you feel incredible.”
I fall on top him, sealing our chests together. I’m full and satisfied as I lie on him without moving, enjoying the sensation. Brady pulls my knees higher up the bed and slides his hands under my bottom, lifting me a couple of inches off him. When I try to move back onto him, he stops me.
“Don’t move.” His hands smooth over my bottom and he drags his palms all the way up the back of my body, circling my shoulders and down my arms until he meets my hands.
With our fingers intertwined, he raises our joined hands above our heads, holding them on the pillow. My head is buried between his arm and head. My back is arched and my ass is in the air, like a cat when it stretches.
“Stay just like that. I’m going to fuck you now.”
He lifts his hips from the bed, sliding back into me slowly, and then stops.
I whimper. “Brady.”
A husky laugh escapes his lips, and he starts moving in and out of me, still pinning our hands above our heads. Each time he pushes inside of me, he hits a spot that sends a wave of absolute bliss rushing through me. As I lift my head, our foreheads touch and he looks into my eyes – a look I’ve seen many times before – drowning my thoughts in lust. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine, and my gaze never leaves his. The intimacy causes my heart to ricochet through my chest. I draw in a long breath and release it shakily. I’m not sure if it’s the slow pace or the angle, but I’m aware of every tiny ridge and muscle moving inside me. I can’t imagine how long either of us will last as he gradually pulls back and then moves even slower sinking back in. Before long, the slow rhythm becomes unbearable, and I cry out. I lower my body onto him, meeting his hips with a slap. As I climb closer to climax, my body craves friction, and I slam into his hips again.
“Fuck!” He lets go of my hands, and grips my hips so tightly his fingernails dig into my skin. He stops me from moving, refusing to allow me to increase the pace. “I told you. I like to take my time.” His eyes grow darker, needier. It’s too intense and I slam my eyes
shut. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
I do as he asks. My pulse races as my blood pumps faster. I moan loudly and scream out his name. He continues sliding in and out of me at a speed that is deliberate and nothing short of heavenly. It’s pure ecstasy, and I’m sure my body is going to combust with pleasure.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” he breathes.
I do. My thighs tremble and shake as waves of climax crash into me. As I scream Brady’s name, he cries out mine, jumping over the edge of his own release. I collapse onto him, my body utterly limp and unable to move, and I’m positive I love this man.
That I have always loved him.