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“I don’t normally have coffee this late,” Brady said, getting out and walking around to open the passenger door of his pickup. “But it’s cold out, and I just… wasn’t ready to say good night.”
I grinned. “Those are good enough reasons for me.”
More thangood enough, those were perfect reasons.
I was pretty sure that my crush on Brady hadn’t been totally one-sided, but to have it pretty much confirmed?
Yeah, that felt good.
And when Brady’s hand found the small of my back and sort of rested there, guiding me to the door?
That felt even better.
The short walk from the truck through the shop and up the stairs to Brady’s apartment had felt like heaven, like walking on a cloud. With his guiding hand and his big, solid body so close, it was almost intoxicating. I didn’t want that closeness to end. So, I had to suppress a needy sigh when we were finally standing in front of his door and he had to move his hands away to unlock the deadbolt.
It was ridiculous, really, that I was letting myself go there, letting myself want someone so much after so little time together. But I couldn’t deny it, and it felt so good—so nice—that I didn’t even want totryand pretend that I wasn’t falling head-over-heels for the quiet, brooding, drop-dead-sexy man in front of me.
Brady led me inside, then turned to face me, wrapping those big, muscled arms around my smaller frame and pulling me close.
My breath hitched in my throat as my body molded against his, as if it had been made for no other purpose.
“I’m really glad you came out with me tonight,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. “I really needed the break from… everything.”
Our closeness was making me feel breathless and a little lightheaded.
“Mhm,” I managed to squeak out, blushing when my voice decided to settle a full octave higher than normal. “I, um, had a great time.”
Brady’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his mouth turned up in a smile. “I’m glad. Really glad. And I should probably start that coffee.”
He didn’t move, though. Didn’t even try to.
Instead, he slowly ran his hands up and down my back, playing along the hem of my shirt and then slipping under to brush across my skin. A full-body shiver went through me, and Brady pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Is this okay?”
My mouth was so dry that I could only nod. Emphatically.
It was very okay. More than okay.
Heaven.
Brady nuzzled against my neck and moved his hands around to the front of my pants, pausing for just a moment once he unfastened the top button. A low moan escaped my throat. I had to stop myself from thrusting against Brady, from begging for what was about to happen.
“And this?” I felt the words more than heard them as his lips moved against my neck. “Is this okay, too?”
It was difficult to speak—or think, orbreathe—with Brady so close, with his hands doing things that so far had only happened in my fantasies. Still, I finally managed to will some words out of my nearly-closed-up throat.
“Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, “Oh my God, yes, please.”
It was all the encouragement Brady needed. His mouth moved along my jawline until he found my lips again, at the same time shoving my pants and underwear down around my thighs in one swift motion.
I could feel the cool air hit the naked lower half of my body as my nipples hardened, then moaned again as Brady’s rough, big, warm hand wrapped around cupped my pussy.
With his tongue insistently exploring my mouth and his fingers stroking my folds long and slow, I was in sensory overload.
My hands moved against the hard planes of Brady’s muscular chest, down the sculpted ridges of his abs until I was finally—finally—unfastening his belt.
My fingers were working just about as well as my voice had been, though, and I let out a frustrated whimper when I’d barely managed to unhook the two-pronged buckle after several seconds.
