Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You,” I managed. Then, when Brady only laughed again, I got the rest of it out, “Naked, Brady. Don’t make me wait. Please.”
“Anything,” he said, moving fast enough to prove that he’d just been teasing me all along.
With a wicked grin, he made quick work of stripping off my clothes, and before I knew it, Brady had me laid out on the bed.
Naked, like I’d asked.
But Brady wasn’t naked yet.
“Brady,” I started, reaching for him.
“No, babe,” he said, staring down at me almost reverently. “I’ve… I’ve dreamed of this. Of you, like this. Just give me a minute.”
His hot gaze was ramping up my arousal, but even as I started to play with my nipples, I had to laugh. “Brady, we have done this before.”
“Not like this,” he said, finally starting to unbutton his own shirt. “Now we’re engaged. Jo, you said yes.”
The overpowering emotion in his voice shot straight to my heart, and despite the heavy pulsing heat in my pussy, my hand went still for a moment.
Brady was right. It was different. Over the last year, we’d come to know each other’s bodies almost better than we’d known our own, but now he was the man I was going to marry. That feeling, that certainty—the knowledge that neither of us was going anywhere—made it… perfect.
“Kiss me,” I said as Brady stepped out of his pants, finally naked, too.
And he did, crawling onto the bed and covering my body with his, fitting our bodies together the way they were meant to be, skin on skin, from chest to thighs.
Heart to heart.
God, as Brady’s lips made love to my mouth, I knew for sure that I could stay like that forever and never get tired of it. Loving the feel of his body as it pinned me against the bed and the delicious friction and electric heat of our groins grinding against each other.
“Love you,” Brady murmured without breaking contact. “So much.”
The words filled my heart all over again… and, when Brady punctuated them with another perfect roll of his hips, a wave of heat surged through my, making my pussy start to throb.
Urgently.
“Fuck, Jo. You feel so perfect,” Brady said.
His mouth moving lower sending that heat through me again and again as he moved down my neck… teased my nipples and then moved on to press hot, wet kisses against my stomach.
“I need to be inside you, babe.”
“Yes,” I gasped, loving the slow torture of his mouth but not wanting to wait. Not sure if I’d be able to. “Oh my God, yes.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before Brady’s fingers were pressing against my pussy—already slick with lube that I hadn’t even noticed him grabbing.
“Let me see you, babe,” he said, raising himself up to watch. “I want to look into those beautiful eyes when I’m inside you.”
“Yes, please.” My voice was caught between a whisper and a moan as Brady’s first finger entered me, preparing me while Brady did exactly that.
And oh God, the feel of his hot, loving gaze on me while that finger thrust in and out—slowly, and then faster. Better. Hitting the spot that made it perfect.
“Mmmnnnnnnn,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand as I pulled my knees up and held his gaze. “That’s… Brady… so good. So good.”
My love’s look went from hot to incinerating as I let him see how much I loved it, and then his other hand was playing with my clit, stroking it in the same perfect rhythm he was using on my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted, my eyes starting to roll back in my head. “Oh… God. Brady… yes…” I writhed on the bed as a second finger slipped inside. “I’m ready, Brady. So ready. I need you.”
Brady’s eyes were hooded with desire. “Do you know how much I love it when you come for me?” he asked in a low growl, not letting up. “How much I love being the one who gives you that?”
“Brady,” I panted, the words and the hot, smoldering look he shot me almost enough to push me over the edge. “You give me… everything. God, I need you so bad.”
“I’ve needed you my whole life,” he said, groaning with desire as he finally pulled his fingers out.
It left me feeling too empty, too suddenly, but I knew the feeling wouldn’t last for long. Brady made quick work of preparing himself. My heart swelled with love as I watched this man—my fiancé—the chance I’d let myself take and the promise of everything I’d ever wanted—look at me with the forever he’d promised right there in his eyes.
Mine.
I trusted Brady—always—to give me what I needed.
To love me.
Cherish me.
And to let me love him the way he deserved, too.
“Didn’t know it could be this good,” Brady ground out, making me moan again as he finally—finally—pressed the thick head of his cock right where I needed it. “Never believed this could be real.”