“I was just being friendly,” he said, walking me back another step.
“Friendly?” My tone was disbelieving. I wanted to pull back and see his face, but I liked being close. It was easier to be honest that way. He’d maneuvered us into the shadowed corner of the barn, the side opposite the restrooms and out of sight from the bonfire-goers.
“Yeah. Friendly,” Brady insisted. “Things look very different when I want to be more than that.”
My hands drifted, finding the straps of his leather suspenders. I gave them a sharp tug, and that was all the invitation Brady needed. He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me against him, mouth meeting mine in a frenzied kiss.
The weeks and distance fell away. He was here, and I was right back where I started—unable to get enough of him and unwilling to come up for air.
I couldn’t get close enough, and maybe he felt the same because a moment later, Brady gripped the outside of my thighs and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his hips and hung on to his shoulders as he straightened to his full height, taking me with him. His hands came back to my backside, keeping me supported and liningus up in a way that had me moaning into the kiss. He was thick and hard against me, and I didn’t want to stop.
“We’re going to get caught,” he managed between kisses that were all enthusiasm and zero subtlety.
“I don’t care,” I said, dragging my nails along his scalp.
“Liar.” He chuckled, pressing his hot mouth along my jaw before sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. “I thought you wanted to talk anyway.”
“I do,” I gasped as his teeth scraped below my ear.
“Well, what did you want to tell me?”
My fingers gripped the suspenders once more. “That these are really doing it for me.”
I felt his smile bloom against my skin, warm and pleased.
“It’s true,” I insisted. “You should wear them all the time.” Then, my naughty thoughts took a detour to those suspenders in my bedroom and Brady tied up and at my mercy.
My thoughts were officially in the gutter. No, lower than the gutter. All my dirty imaginings might as well have been in the ditch that floods in the west field. I couldn’t think beyond his hands on my ass, his ragged voice in my ear, and the hard ridge of his dick right where I wanted it.
“Then I’ll wear them all the time,” he replied, softly. “Just for you.” With a final kiss to my jaw, Brady pulled back to look at me. “Tell me what you wanted to say. Before.”
“Oh,” I breathed, having trouble switching gears between full-speed impending orgasm and the steady idle of real talk.
Our little corner was shadowed, but I could make out his earnest gaze, equal parts wary and curious.
“I shouldn’t have ignored your texts and avoided you,” I confessed. “It was a shitty thing to do, and I’m sorry for it. I was wrong.”
He nodded, just a small dip of his chin. “So, did it work?”
I frowned. “Did what work?”
“Am I out of your system? Did you get what you wanted?”
With my thighs still wrapped around him, I hugged his hips as if to say,What do you think?Then I sighed. “About that ...”
“Oh yeah?” And if I wasn’t mistaken, there was some amusement there, hidden in the dark.
I snapped one suspender in retribution and he squeezed my ass.
“I would be open to maybe continuing our arrangement,” I offered.
“Arrangement? Are we in a historical romance novel? Or are you trying toPretty Womanme?”
“Brady,” I groaned, face-planting into his collarbone as I fought my laughter. He smelled like sand and sunshine and I loved it.
“My affections can’t be bought, Maximus.”
“You know what I mean. We could do more of this,” I said, tightening my thighs once again. Date, hook up, amorous congress, bam-bam in the ham-ham—whatever he wanted to call it.
