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"I know," I bite my lower lip, "but I wanted to. Thinking about you sitting here working, well, I didn't want you to be alone."
The corner of Brady's lips tips up. "Come here, Iz."
I stand and walk over to him.
As I slide into his lap, I tune out all the noise and press my lips to his.
Chapter 19
Brady's fingers run through my hair as we dance in the middle of the crowded dancefloor. I'm two beers in, and everything is hazy as my body moves along to the beat of the music.
As soon as Brady finished eating the Thanksgiving dinner I brought him, he asked me if I wanted a drink. One thing led to another, and now we're here. Grinding against each other as the music blares around us. It feels like old times, butbetter.
I turn and lay my head back on his shoulder. Brady's hands settle on my stomach as my ass grates against the erection in his pants.
It's been two years, maybe longer. Two years since Steve and I last fucked. He was always tired, so I stopped trying.
Right now, rubbing against Brady's body, everything is on fire. My skin, my lips, my lower stomach. Everything is burning.Everythingis on fire.
Brady's lips find my neck, and he sucks gently. I let out a low mewl as his palms run over my breasts, slide down my abdomen, and grip my hips, holding them in place as he rubs himself against me.
I ignore the wet, sticky sensation between my thighs and close my eyes. There were so many nights—so many—that I laid awake while Steve snored wondering if I made a mistake. Wondering if I should have fought harder for Brady. If I should have gone home with him when he showed up in San Diego nine years ago.
I don't know if it was a mistake, but I'm glad we ended up right here tonight.
"You smell so good," Brady coos into my ear.
A giggle escapes as I twist in his arms. I smile at him before he kisses me. It's sultry and slow and sweet.
My hands glide up his chest and hook around his neck. I forget how to breathe as his golden eyes bore into mine. Time stops as we move together, my heart beating a million miles a second.
"Iz," his lips find my ear. "I want to taste you."
My mouth parts as his hands roam my back. Then, he kisses me gently before grabbing my hand and leading me through the throngs of people to his office.
I glance over my shoulder, searching for Liam. He's nowhere in sight.
Brady shuts the door behind us, and I lean back against it. "What are you doing, Brady?"
He smiles as he places a hand on the wood above my head. "I told you already." His free hand cups my cheek. "I want to taste you."
I bite my lip as he kisses my forehead, my nose, my mouth.
"Brady." It comes out like a whisper, but it's a plea.
His tongue runs along my jaw before sliding down my neck. I inhale sharply as he kneels in front of me, his fingers grazing my stomach as he reaches for the button on my jeans.
"Is this..." he trails off.
"Yeah," I nod.
I lick my lips nervously as he undoes the button, his knuckles skimming my lower stomach as he zips down the zipper.
My heart pounds in my ears as Brady reaches for my ankle. Slowly, methodically, he removes my boots one at a time.I watch him, surprised by his tenderness. I shouldn't be, but it's been a long time since anyone has been this gentle with me.
Brady gives me a shy smile as his thumbs hook around the waistband of my jeans, and he tugs. I watch his face as the thick material slips off my hips, down my thighs, over my knees, and, finally, hits my ankles.
I step out of my jeans as Brady's palms run up the backs of my thighs.
