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"Absolutely," I reassured, aware my smile trembled at the edges.
Not because I was ignoring my feelings, but because I was embracing them.
"How do you want me?"
The husky question sent a lick of fire arrowing through me.
"Down and dirty. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile."
"Hm…" Brady leaned in, trailing his tongue along my collarbone to my neck, creating a trail of liquid warmth everywhere he touched. “Somehow, I doubt you’re ever fragile. I already know you’re impossibly strong.”
“Hm…but maybe a little fragile with you. Sometimes.”
“But not tonight?”
“No, tonight I feel powerful,” I said. “Probably a side effect of conquering demons.”
“Are you sure it’s not because you snagged one of Campfire’s most eligible bachelors?” he asked with false modesty.
“Have I snagged you, Brady?” I asked, feeling momentarily unsure.
“Tiger, you have no idea…your claws are so deep…”
I shivered, excited at the way he started roughly pulling away his clothes before starting on mine.
“I want you deep,now,” I breathed, as he sheathed himself quickly, bending me over the back of his couch before covering my body with his. Strong arms wrapped around me, kneading, caressing, touching everywhere. He slid into my secret spaces, stoking fresh flames of desire. Brady was merciless, bringing me to the brink and leaving me panting before he surged forward, sliding home.
I sighed, letting my head fall back against his shoulder as he rocked into me, finding his rhythm. His hands held me steady, pulling me toward him as he thrust forward.
I let my lids fall to half-mast, focusing on the way our shadows writhed against the far wall of his living room, an X-rated testament to how much we wanted each other. Each stroke was mirrored in the dark shades coupling a few feet away, like a private show for our titillation. Shadow me writhed against shadow Brady, creating a perfect symphony of desire. Urgency drove those figures, a manifestation of my need for Brady. I wanted to feel him from the inside. Make him part of me. Fire scorched along my nerve endings as his final stroke pushed me past the point of no return, my climax shivering through me as I collapsed against the couch.
Slowly, Brady peeled himself away from my back, gently leading me toward his bedroom.
Boneless, I followed, too lax to care that we left a trail of clothing in our wake.
Brady had given me just what I needed. A few minutes of mindless bliss, a chance to let the past go and revel in the present. He snuggled me against him beneath the sheets, cuddling me close, and I sighed, slipping into sleep.
Chapter 22
Brady
MyphonebuzzedbeforeI was ready, and I groaned, rolling over to silence it before it woke Eve. I slid from the bed, shuffling into the living room and tugging on my robe as I went.
"Hello?"
"Principal Gleason?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
The voice sounded familiar, but whether due to lack of sleep or lack of context, I couldn't place it.
"It's Kristen from the custodial staff at McDonald High," her voice had a grim edge to it, and part of me knew, before she said another word. "There was an incident at school last night. I came in this morning and found a giant puddle in the gym. I was able to clean up most of the water, but it's still leaking in through the roof."
"Thanks, Kristen. Any idea what happened?" I asked.
"Probably snow damage, though it's hard to tell from down here."
I bit back my groan. Roof issues would be an annoyance anytime, but leading into the weekend of Eve’s auction, it was a disaster. If I worked with Ivan and Zander, I had a chance of getting a crew out to repair the damage or at least get the roof temporarily covered quickly. But would it be in time? The auction was barely thirty-six hours away. If there was more snow in the forecast, I couldn't imagine holding the auction in the gym.
