Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
It didn’t have to mean anything. I could protect my heart, and he clearly wasn’t worried about anything changing between us, so why should I?
A shot of pure delight burst inside me as I mentally settled myself.
“Do you want me?” Brad asked, leaning down so that his lips hovered an inch above mine.
God, he smelled so damn good, felt so damn good in my hand.
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice totally emboldened. I don’t know where this confident, sexual woman was coming from, but I definitely liked her, wanted to be here. Wanted to be the woman Brad made me believe I was. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Brad’s eyes guttered, and he didn’t waste two seconds before gliding his free hand down my side, over my hip, and to the band of my pants. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he teased my skin beneath the fabric before gently plunging inside them, his powerful hand moving over the lace I wore.
I gasped as he shifted the flimsy scrap to the side, gliding his fingers between my thighs.
“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking me. “You’re so wet for me. I’ve barely touched you.”
My free hand flew to his bicep, clinging to it because I felt like I might fall over as he stroked me.
“Brad,” I breathed his name, arching my head back as he teased my sensitive flesh.
“Damn,” he said, shifting closer to graze his lips over mine at the same time he slid a finger inside my heat. “You’re so responsive, baby,” he said against my mouth. “You’re ready to come for me already.”
God, I was.
I was more than ready.
And that…that had never happened before. I’d never been this turned on, and he was right, he’d barely touched me before now—
He slipped another finger inside me, stretching me, filling me. I moaned into his mouth, capturing his lips with my own. He kissed me back, his tongue sweeping into my mouth in a fiery claiming that lit up my entire body as he pumped his fingers inside me.
Instinct had me rocking against him, and he rewarded me by grinding the heel of his palm against my pulsing clit.
“Brad,” I moaned, tearing away from the kiss to catch my breath. Everything in me narrowed to the feel of his fingers as he pumped and curled them, as he put just the right amount of pressure from his palm against me. Nothing else existed outside of the need driving and building inside me. “Brad, Brad, Brad,” I gasped as my pleasure built and scraped the inside of my skin, threatening to rip me apart in the best way.
He increased his pace as he kissed down my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear.
My toes curled in my shoes, and I gripped his arm as he ground his palm against my clit, over and over again as he pumped inside me until—
I shattered.
Combusted.
Spiraled in a swirl of pleasure that shook my entire body as I came on his fingers.
I gasped, my body trembling as the aftershocks took me on a fun ride all their own.
Brad kissed his way back up my neck, across my jaw, and over my lips, lingering there as he slowed his fingers before gently pulling them away.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, bringing his fingers drenched with me to his lips. I think my heart stopped as he sucked those fingers into his mouth, drawing them out slowly in the sexiest move I’d ever seen. “And you taste delicious too.”
A warm shiver shook my body, which was limp with pleasure.
His mouth crashed against mine, and I opened for him, whimpering at the taste of me on his tongue as he stole my breath. “You want more?” he asked between our kiss, his hand gliding down my thigh and hiking it around his hip.
I gasped at the move, the position putting him between my thighs.
“Or do you want to stop here?” he asked, kissing me again. “You say the word, and we’ll be done.”
That sounded like the worst idea in the history of forever.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed the words, feeling slightly buzzed even though we hadn’t drunk any alcohol at the party.
This was all Brad, what he did to me.
It was the game we were playing, the roles we’d fallen into. And I had no interest in going back to reality any time soon.
“If anything is too much,” he said, his hands flying to the hem of my shirt. “Tell me to stop.”
Anticipation burst in my veins, and I nodded as he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it behind him. He tugged my pants down next, and I kicked off my heels before stepping out of them.
He took a step back, lips parted, eyes hazy as they trailed the length of my body.