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—Noelle
This was happening.
She trembled against Brady, and the tremble had nothing to do with cold or fear. Nope, that tremble came from pure, unadulterated lust. He kissed her with skill, with passion, with enough need to make her quake—and, ah, thus the tremble.
They were in front of a blazing fire. His hand had just slid closer to her ass, and she was half naked in front of him. Maybe she’d had a fantasy like this before, though she hadn’t exactly been ditching a dirty Mrs. Claus outfit in said fantasy.
“Tell me if I scare you,” he rumbled against her mouth.
Scare her? Ha. Not likely. “How fast can you get out of your clothes?” She curled her hand around his neck and held on tightly.
A laugh slipped from him. Warm and rich and so very Brady. “Not the question I have,” he returned.
“No?”
His mouth hovered over hers. Noelle wanted it back on hers.
“How fast can I get you out ofyourremaining clothes?” he growled.
“Should be easy enough,” she informed him even as she felt her cheeks flushing. “Push down my tights and panties, and you’re basically there.”
His body stiffened. Every muscle seemed to go rock hard.
Then he was lifting her up, carrying her to the couch, and even as he lowered her onto the thick cushions, he caught the waistband of her tights. He yanked them—and her panties—down her legs and tossed them to the floor, leaving her on that couch in just her red bra.
For a moment, she had the crazy impulse to try and cover up. Shy, hesitant, too nervous, but then she got a look at his expression. Savage need hardened his handsome face. So much need. All for her. “Brady?”
“The bra has to go.” Even as he said those words, his fingers slid under her back. He unhooked the bra and jerked it away from her. With a flick of his hand, he tossed the bra over his shoulder. Neither one of them looked to see where it landed.
Completely naked on the couch, Noelle peered up at him.Touch me.She wanted his hands on her, but he was just staring at her. The moments ticked past. “Uh, Brady?”
“You are fucking perfect.”
He still wasn’t touching her.
“Not a dream,” he rasped.
“God, I hope not,” she returned. “I’m tired of those. I want reality.”
If he wasn’t going to touch her, then she’d take the lead. Her hand went to his waistband. Slid down and touched the hard, thrusting length of his cock behind the denim.
“Baby…” So much lust filled that growled word.
So she stroked him again and then—
Then he movedfast.Brady settled between her legs. He shoved half the cushions and pillows off the oversized couch, and he spread her legs so that he could angle in better, and he put his mouth on her.
She’d thought he’dtouchher. Maybe caress her with those wonderfully wicked, broad fingers of his. But, no, he was tasting. His tongue slid over her clit, and she nearly jumped right off the couch. “Brady!” Her hands flew down and sank into the thickness of his dark hair.
His head lifted. “Want me to stop?”
Hell, no.“No,” she breathed.
“Good.” His mouth went back to her. Licking. Kissing. And his fingers joined his lips and tongue.
Her hips rose to meet him, and her eyes pretty much rolled back into her head because what he was doing felt incredible. Maybe it should have been awkward. Maybe she should have been reserved, but the hesitancy she’d felt before had vanished. This was Brady. She’d wanted him forever, and he was—she was…
His tongue thrust into her. His fingers rubbed over her clit. She came, a fast, hard explosion of release that rocked her whole body. She called out his name, a breathless cry, not a scream because she didn’t have the breath for a scream. She was too busy riding her release, feeling it pulse through her entire body and knowing that this was just the start.
