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“Also,” he adds, coming to me, his hands sliding around my waist to rest on my ass, “I’m good with your plan for Sundays but we need to add sex into the mix.”
Yes, yes we do.
His grip tightens on my ass and I fight to stay on track with this conversation. “Those are only some of my things, FYI. You need to prepare yourself for a lot.”
“Consider me prepared.”
There are a lot of things I love about this man but one of the very top things is the way he makes me feel safe. Protected. Like he’ll always ensure nothing bad will come my way under his watch. Right now, I have zero doubt he’s prepared for whatever I throw at him.
“Tell me some of your things,” I say as his eyes drop to my breasts.
“I don’t like strawberry jam, which is good since it’s not allowed here now.” The mirth in his eyes when they find mine again is everything and causes flutters in my stomach. “I run every morning, usually at five. And I hit the gym Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.” He brings one hand to my neck and sweeps my hair from it before kissing my skin there. “I don’t read romance, but I support anyone who does.” He slides my dress off my shoulder. “My preference is biographies and thrillers.” He gently pushes my bra strap to the side and bends to kiss his way down from my shoulder to my breast, pretty much ensuring I’m only taking in half of what he’s saying now. “I’ve never spoiled a woman on Valentine’s Day but I look forward to doing that next year. And”—he lifts me into his arms and moves us to the wall, holding me against it—“my preference for Sundays has just changed to spending them fucking you. If I’m going to recalibrate my schedule to allow for you running late, you’re going to adjust your plan to include only one hour of reading on a Sunday morning.”
I suddenly want to remove reading from my Sundays.
I also want him to always watch me with the kind of heat he now is.
And anything I can do to hear him promise to fuck me is my highest priority from here on out.
Bradford’s phone has been vibrating with text after text that he’s been ignoring to have this conversation. I love that he makes no move to check any of those messages. However, I also war with myself over suggesting they might be important.
I’m about to mention the texts when his mouth seals over mine and he kisses me so thoroughly that I struggle to even recall what I was thinking.
My legs are around him, my arms are around him, my heart is around him. And he’s drawing me into a place I never knew existed. Into the kind of bliss and need I had no idea could be felt.
I have never wanted a man as much as I want Bradford.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he rasps when he finally comes up for air. That’s right before he roughly pushes the top of my dress and bra down so he can take hold of my breast and suck my nipple into his mouth.
My back arches and I moan as the pleasure fills every inch of my body.
“Oh, God.” I grip his hair and when he groans his approval of that, I squeeze it tighter between my fingers.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s taking me from the wall to the bed, laying me across it. He then falls to his knees between my legs, roughly yanking me to the edge.
His smoldering eyes meet mine when his hands go to the bottom of my long sweater dress. “Do you own any dresses that don’t make it hard for a man to breathe?”
Intense lust sparks along my skin at the raw hunger radiating from him.
I’d hoped the simple red midi sweater dress I chose for today would steal Bradford’s attention with the way it clings to my curves, but I’m not sure I’d expected it to turn him on to this degree.
“I’m getting rid of the ones that don’t,” I breathe, barely able to form a coherent reply.
His deep growl of support for that statement only gets me hotter.
He shoves my dress up, pulls my panties off, and spreads my legs. His gaze locks onto my pussy like nothing else exists in this world.
That damn phone of his, though. It hasn’t stopped vibrating in his pocket.
“Maybe you should check those messages.” I hardly know what I’m saying. I just know that my brain is scrambled by those texts and I’m concerned he’s missing something important. What I really want to say, though, isthrow the fucking thing away.
He doesn’t shift his focus. If anything, he fixates even harder. “I have better things to do right now.” The rasp in his voice vibrates through my body, intensifying my desire for him to white hot levels.
He runs his hand up the backs of my thighs to take hold of my ass while sinking lower on his knees. Then, he pulls me to him and buries his face in my pussy.
Oh, holy God.
My back lifts up off the bed as he flattens his tongue to me and slowly licks from my entrance up to my clit. He spends time with my clit, circling it over and over before sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue on it in ways that threaten to make me come straight away.
