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Brady reaches for the hem of my shirt and slowly lifts it over my head. Only then do we break our kiss. When I’m topless, he wastes no time closing his mouth over my left nipple. He kisses it the way he kisses my mouth, his tongue exploring and prodding, then drags his tongue over to my other breast and does the same. One of his hands slips beneath the elastic waistband of my sleep shorts and his fingers slide into my sex.

“Always so wet for me,” he mumbles against the hot skin on my chest.

My hips move of their own accord, desperate for more. His fingers skim over my clit and a breathless moan escapes my lips, but Brady catches it with his mouth, swallowing the sound.

He pushes one, then two fingers into me, and my body, unbidden, moves up and down, riding them. The friction from my nipples rubbing against his hard chest tightens the muscles in my core and I squeeze his fingers inside me.

Brady groans and pulls his fingers from me, then flips us so that he’s on top, staring down at me in awe, almost as if he can’t believe I’m here. He leans back on his heels and slowly drags the cotton shorts down my legs, leaving me naked.

“Your turn.” I nod toward his lounge pants tented with his erection.

Wordlessly, he stands at the side of the bed and pulls down his pants, stepping out of them. The man’s body is a work of art, and when he lays his weight down on me, I have to stop myself from moaning at just the feel of his heated skin against my own.

Brady kisses me, and this time it’s different. It’s not our usual fast beat at a nightclub, as if we can’t get enough of one another. This kiss is like a slow jazz number that rises and falls as if we never want it to end.

My arms wrap around his neck and my legs fall open for him to nestle his hips between them. Still, the head of his hard length bumps against my sex and makes me desperate to feel him inside me.

His tongue explores my mouth, and my hands play with the hair at the back of his head until I’m strung so tight I’m going to snap. Only then does he pull away from our kiss and prop himself up on his elbows, meeting my eyes as he pushes inside me.

Slowly, so slowly, he enters me, and with every inch of progress, I feel as if I’m being filled with more emotion than I know how to deal with. He doesn’t break our eye contact as he moves in and out of me, his pace steady and sure. The feelings I have for this man swell up inside me until I’m near bursting and I have to press my lips together to keep from voicing them.

His fingers trail through my hair while his hard length slides through my slick heat. Then his lips descend, gently kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my nose. He doesn’t say anything, but with each press of his lips to my skin, Ifeelwhat he’s not saying—that this is special, that this time is different, that he doesn’t want to let me go.

My orgasm hits me like a slow rolling tide, swelling up until it overtakes me entirely and I come with a cry. He swallows the sound when he kisses me and stills, emptying himself inside me right after.

We remain in that position, eyes locked, until he grows soft inside me. He pulls out, and his cum leaks out between my thighs. After one last kiss, he climbs off the bed and goes into his bathroom, returning with a wet cloth that he places between my legs, cleaning me.

After he’s done the same for himself in the bathroom, he slides under the covers and motions for me to join him. I slip beneath them and cuddle into his side, wrapping my arm over his stomach.

“Thank you for a wonderful day.” He kisses the top of my head.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” My voice is soft. I feel exposed and raw after what we just did.

“I do though.” He squeezes me.

We lie there for a few minutes, the two of us caught up in our own heads. My mind spirals into thoughts of what this means. Has anything changed? If it has, do I want that? I want to flee so I can be alone with the thunderstorm of thoughts brewing in my head.

I shift to get off him. “I should probably get back to my room now before I fall asleep. Long day.”

Brady frowns. “Stay for just a little longer?”

He’s never asked me to stay before. It’s an unwritten rule that I have to retreat to my own bed in case Theo finds us. And though I shouldn’t, today I can’t deny myself the indulgence, so I settle back against the warmth of his chest.

“Okay, a bit.”

Panic tries to push out the peace I feel. It’s clear that something has shifted, and I have no idea what that might mean for us. I’m afraid to hope it means something good.

Twenty-eight

Brady

Afew days have passed since Theo’s birthday party, and neither Violet nor I have brought up what happened that night. It’s as though we’re both trying to pretend that we didn’t make love.

In fact, the very next day, she surprised me in the pantry with a blow job. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was more about getting us back to a place where our sexual encounters were tinged with lust rather than emotions.

For my part, I’ve been sitting with my feelings, trying to figure out what they mean. I don’t want to say something I don’t mean and end up hurting Violet down the road, so I have to be sure before I suggest making this tryst of ours something more serious and permanent.

I honestly have no idea how she’d react if I told her I wanted more from her. I know her ex really fucked with her head, and the chasm that exists between her and her parents affects her more than she lets on too.

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