Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I hear him pad down the hallway towards me, and I smile as my breath catches when I see him, shirtless, in a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his sexy hips and do what gray sweatpants do: show off his impressive package. He’s lean with muscles that seem to have muscles, and his dark hair is wet from the shower. And the look in his hazel eyes as he stares at me tells me that he’s a man ready to consume me. It’s exhilarating and a little unsettling, all at once.
Holy shit, what did I ever do to get Brady Wild?
“Did I hear you talking out here?” he asks, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms, which makes his biceps flex, and that alone almost sends me into overdrive. Is it legal to look like that? Probably not.
“Erin popped by,” I reply and lick my lips. “Brought dinner to us. She’s keeping Daisy until Saturday afternoon.”
He lifts an eyebrow, but he doesn’t push off of the wall.
“Are you hungry?” I ask him.
“Fucking starving.” His hazel eyes narrow at me. “Did you wear that today to drive me crazy on purpose?”
I frown and look down at my green dress. It’s not particularly sexy. I guess it’s showing a little cleavage, but with these knockers, that’s not hard to do.
“It’s just a sundress. It was actually on the warm side today, and—”
Brady pushes off of the wall, and my mouth goes dry, making it difficult to speak.
“I guess you like it,” I whisper, and he grins as he strides slowly across the room.
“Oh, I fucking like it,” he confirms. “But I like the woman in it more.”
“I thought you were hungry?”
“I am. Dinner can wait.” He grips my hip and tugs me against him, and then that hand slides around to my back and down over my ass as he presses his hard erection against my belly. “Been wanting you all damn day, Blue Eyes.”
“Back at you, Cowboy.”
Brady smirks, and then his lips are on mine as he walks me out of the kitchen and around to the couch where I’m suddenly flat on my back, and he’s braced over me, muscles flexing.
“You shouldn’t be doing all the work.” I cup his cheek and smile up at him. “You worked hard today.”
“You know what? You’re right.”
He easily pulls me up and switches our positions, making me giggle, and I can’t resist biting his chin.
“Hey, you little land shark.” His arms wrap around me, and he buries his face in my neck, breathing deeply. “I’m going to want you to sit on my face now, sweetheart.”
“Not a chance in hell. I will smother you, and I may be smitten with you, but I’m not going to jail for you or your kinky ways, Brady Wild.”
“Smitten?” His smile is wide as he grins down at me. “Is that what we’re calling it? Okay, then, smitten girl. I want you to pull that skirt up around your waist and sit on my face so I can make you come once or thrice on my tongue.”
I shake my head. Jesus, I don’t want anyone to see me from that angle. I have a belly and cellulite and thighs and…no. It’s better if I’m on my back and gravity is doing its job.
“Hey.” With his finger under my chin, he lifts my gaze to his. “You’re way overthinking this, babe. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re sexy. From every angle. Feel this?”
He moves his hips, nudging me with his hard cock, and I instinctively bite my lower lip in anticipation as my core tightens.
“I want you. I want every glorious, amazing, sexy-as-fuck inch of your body, and right now, I want you to ride my face until I make you scream my name.”
Well, when he puts it like that, who am I to argue?
“If you can’t breathe, you tell me.”
“Uh, there’s a hole in your logic, but sure.” He laughs as I lift myself off of him, tug my skirt up so I can take my underwear off, and then straddle his face.
Brady’s hands find my ass, and he says, “Oh, yeah. Bring it.”
And I can’t help but laugh at that. I always laugh when I’m nervous as hell. But then he guides me down and licks me, and all thoughts of laughter evaporate from my mind.
Holy. Shit.
I’m still self-conscious, but what he’s doing to me is incredible. Licking and lapping, his hands cradling my ass just so, and when he hums in delight, I can’t stop the moan that tears its way out of my chest or the sudden climax that rocks through me.
When I would move off of him, he holds firm, keeping me over him as he fucks me with his tongue.
Okay, I’m a little less self-conscious now.
I can’t help but move my hips back and forth, loving the way his mouth and tongue feel as they move through my slit. Little jolts of electricity zip through me until I’m shaking and coming all over again.