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One step, then another. A third and he releases the doors, allowing them to close behind us. When Brady turns to face me, I expect him to take my hand, or maybe to say something deliciously naughty to me again. Instead, he grabs my ass, lifts me, and presses me against the wall, capturing my parted lips.
His dick is pressed against my core, the zipper of his jeans providing the friction I need. When I thrust my hips, he growls, releasing my lips. His eyes are filled with lust as he stares at me, unmoving. Just when I think he might put me down, he presses his hips forward, slowly, purposefully, drawing out a long, breathless moan from me.
"You want to play dirty, dove, we can play dirty. We're ten steps from my door. Do you want me to take you here, or do you want to go inside?"
The idea of Brady taking me against this wall has my entire body on fire.
Yes, I want to scream. Instead, I shake my head.
Sliding down his body, my feet hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud. Brady digs in his pocket as we approach his door. Once we're inside, I'm lifted off the ground again and pressed against the door as he blindly reaches for the lock. When I hear it slide in place, we start to move.
My legs are wrapped around his waist. His hands massage my ass as he rubs my core against the bulge in his jeans. His lips are locked on mine as my nails dig into his shoulders, our tongues dancing. He tastes like rich coffee with a hint of mint.
I hear a door slam, and then I'm falling. My back hits his mattress as his lips disconnect from mine. My legs are still holding him hostage as he kneels in front of me.
His jacket goes flying first, a streak of black as he tosses it across the room. Next, he removes his shirt, but it feels like he does this in slow motion. Grabbing the collar at the back of his neck, he slowly peels it over his head, revealing his well-defined chest and taut abs. His muscular arms are covered in bright, intricate tattoos.
I'm breathing heavily, admiring every glorious inch of his body, by the time his shirt falls to the ground.
"Like what you see?"
Cocky.
So cocky.
When I don't answer, he thrusts against me, and the word cock takes on a new meaning.
"You know I do. You're beautiful." Reaching up, I trace the swirl of red around his shoulder blade with the tip of my pointer finger. Brady captures my wrist, pulling my hand to his mouth and sucking the same finger inside. His tongue swirls around my finger, causing a shudder to work its way down my spine, my core rubbing against him.
"You're beautiful," he counters, releasing my wrist, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt. "Can I see all of your beauty now?"
Lifting up slightly, I allow Brady to remove my t-shirt. He stares in awe for a few seconds, making me self-conscious. When I move to cover my breasts, he holds my arms at my sides.
"You are the most stunning woman I've ever seen, dove. Truly gorgeous. Radiant. Perfect."
"I'm far from per..." I start, but his eyes flick to mine, the words getting caught in my throat.
"You. Are. Perfect. Don't let anyone ever tell you different, dove."
I want to argue with him, but he leans down, kissing the curve of my neck. His lips move lower, over the swell of my breast. His tongue darts out and licks my skin, causing me to arch my back toward his touch. Which also causes me to arch the rest of my body, seeking his.
We're a tangled mess of hands and lips, our bodies pressing against one another. Frenzied to be closer. My bra goes flying and then I'm rolling on top of Brady, a long moan leaving both of us as our bodies perfectly align.
"I'm going to come in my pants, dove."
"We can't have that," I joke, reaching for the button of his jeans. His hands stop me as I'm sliding down the zipper, ready to take him in my hand and release him from the confines.
"I'm serious, Mya. If you touch me right now, I might explode. I'm that worked up. This is years of pent-up sexual frustration. Of fantasies about to come true. I need to calm down a little before things end too quickly."
Years? Fantasies?
I hear the words he's saying, but I don't understand them. Has he wanted me as long as I've wanted him? Why didn't he say anything?
"You've wanted me for years?"
"Since the moment I first saw you."
"But you never said anything."
Instead of answering, he rolls us again, pinning me to the mattress with his body. After kicking his jeans off, he hooks his thumbs in the sides of my leggings and waits for me to give him permission. I nod, and he slowly slides them down my legs. When he realizes I'm not wearing panties, he lets out a grunt, ripping them off the rest of the way and spreading my thighs.
"Where are your underwear, dove?"
Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down my body at him and shrug, a smirk slowly spreading across my face to match the one on his. His eyes flick from mine to my core. When his tongue darts out and wets his lips, I try to prepare myself for what happens next.
No amount of preparation could have ever prepared me for the feel of Brady's tongue. Or the fact he has me flying in minutes.
