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I laugh. “I’m not tired.”
His face is in front of mine again. He’s smiling brightly. “I didn’t say we’d be sleeping.” The low promising timbre of his voice has me squealing on the inside.
“Good. Kiss me again.”
He dives right in, freeing my hands and kissing me so long and hard that we both moan. His hands circle my hip before finding the back of my thigh. He pulls on my leg, wrapping it around his waist. We drown in the undying love we feel for each other, devouring each other’s mouths as though it’s the last time we’ll ever kiss.
“I love you.” He stops the kiss. I hum, yanking him back to me, thrusting my hips upward. He doesn’t move. “What time is it?”
“It was after nine when I came in here.” With my hands on the back of his neck, I push my head up and try to kiss him again.
“Shit!” He grabs my hand and jumps to his feet, yanking me up with him. “The guys will be here at nine-thirty.”
My excitement fizzles as we walk toward the door. “Oh.” I’m unable to hide my disappointment.
He spins to face me, an undeniable look of lust in the green depths of his eyes. “I didn’t say I was done with you, but I won’t have the guys walking in on you naked.”
My body is suddenly zinging with excitement again, all disappointment replaced with anticipation. I’m the one pulling him now. He laughs as he follows me to our bedroom, ripping his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor in the hall.
When we’re through our bedroom door, I slam it shut and push him up against it.
He laughs, a sexy promising laugh. “Hey, easy, tiger.”
He has no idea. I’m definitely on the prowl. My hands smooth over his hard chest, gliding down every ridge of muscle along his abs as I drop to my knees in front of him. My hands find the button of his jeans while my tongue skims his stomach just above his waistband. His head falls back, hitting the door, and he groans. His hands find the back of my head, tangling in my hair as I undo his jeans. I drop them to the floor along with his boxers, immediately wrapping my hand around his erection while my free hand finds his tight ass. He lets out a bark, his glute muscles flexing under my palm.
“Hmm,” he hums, massaging the back of my head.
I look up to see his glazed green eyes hooded, a small smile on his closed lips.
“Are you sure?”
I bite my lip and nod. I’ve had an awful gag reflex for most of my pregnancy. It’s been better for a while. Seeing how much he wants this, I’m determined to see it through. I swirl my tongue around his tip as his head falls back again, hitting the door with a thud.
My tongue licks down and up his shaft before I take him in my mouth with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” he yells, pushing his hips forward. “I’ve missed your mouth.”
I smile around him before taking him deep. His hips move, pushing in and out of my mouth as I increase my suction, working him low with my hand. His hand leaves my head long enough to remove my hand from his length.
“Just your mouth,” he growls, thrusting forward.
I feel him hit the back of my throat, kicking my gag reflex into gear. I fight against it as he pulls back, looking down and assessing if I’m okay to continue. I curl my fingers around the backs of his thighs, bringing him back forcefully to let him know I’m not stopping. His hips begin working again, faster now, moving in and out of my mouth with a quick, unrelenting rhythm. He bucks, surging forward. I increase my suction, fighting the urge to gag. He’s close. I want him to finish. Just when I think I can no longer fight off the reflex threatening to send me sprinting for the bathroom, Brady thrusts forward with a roar, filling my mouth with his warm, salty release. The second the thick liquid slides down my throat, the urge to vomit hits me hard. I jump up and run to the bathroom, making it just in time to dispense the contents of my stomach into the toilet. After several minutes of mostly dry-heaving, I finally register Brady behind me, holding my hair and stroking my back. I’m completely mortified. He must be disgusted. I fall onto my butt and reach for a towel. After I wipe my mouth, I chance a glance at Brady. He’s smiling, though his wrinkled brow tells me he’s concerned.
“Pretty sexy, huh?” I laugh, attempting to hide my embarrassment.
He slides in next to me, joining me on the floor. “You’re always sexy.”
“Right.” I nudge him with my shoulder. “Just what every guy wants.”
“I always want you.” He pulls me to him, kissing the top of my head. “Never be embarrassed with me.”
His smile is sincere. How could I have ever thought he’d be bothered by this? Brady has never made me feel like I fall short in the bedroom. If anything, he’s given me confidence, showed me that I can trust him completely. And I do.
He hops up from the floor, yanking me up with him. I frown, knowing he’s about to leave me so he can make it down to rehearse. Their show is tonight, and he can’t waste time looking after his pregnant, hormonal girlfriend. He reaches into the shower and starts the water.
I look up at him in complete surprise. “Aren’t you going to be late?”
“They won’t be here until eleven. Davey’s running late.”
