Page 72 of Bound By Secrets

When the hem reaches the underside of my boobs, Brad’s hooded eyes drop to the exposed skin.

“You’re so goddam perfect,” he mumbles. His hands caress the sides of my body, and then he helps me pull the nightgown off the rest of the way. He screws it up and throws it across the room.

It thuds against the bathroom door, opening it a few inches.

“Someone seems eager,” I tease.

“Who wouldn’t be eager with a body like yours in front of them.”

He pulls me close, and my nipples brush against his top.

“Is it okay to switch positions?” I nod, and he flips us over.

My back sinks into the soft sheets of my bed as he rests his body against mine.

His jogging bottoms graze my clit as he settles himself between my legs, and my eyelids flutter as my eyes threaten to roll.

He hums, satisfied with my reaction, and presses his lips to mine, prodding my mouth open with his tongue.

The kiss is savage, demanding, almost frightening in its intensity.

There’s a surprising amount of emotion in the way he kisses me. It’s like he wants to crawl inside my soul through my mouth, and the way he’s holding me against his body as if he never wants to let me go.

I pull back, and my hands fumble with his top as he grinds into me.

“I need to feel you.”

He understands me instantly, lifting himself so that he’s hovering above me, and yanks his top off, throwing it in the same direction he threw my clothing. He smirks down at me as my hands glide across his taut muscles, admiring every inch.

“Should I take these off too?” he asks, tugging at the waist of his joggers.

I glance down at the distinct outline of his dick.

“Yeah, them too.”

He stands from the bed and shoves his hand into his pocket, withdrawing two foil packets before pushing the trousers down his legs and hurriedly kicking them off.

His heated gaze trails over my naked body as I lay here watching him.

“You really are gorgeous, Callie.”

With that, he chucks the condoms onto the bedside cabinet and lowers himself back onto me.

His tongue snakes out, licking the length of my chest and my back arches when his mouth closes around my pebbled nipple, a moan ripping from my throat when his teeth drag across it.

He smiles against my skin and lazily circles my nipple with his tongue as his hand comes to cover the other one, tweaking it gently.

His mouth descends down my stomach, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the way. When he reaches the lower part of my abdomen, his lust-filled gaze flicks up to mine.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me eat this pretty pussy?”

My lips part, and my eyes widen in shock. I bite into my bottom lip when he raises a brow and his hand skims down my body.

“Yes or no, cutie?”

The thought of what he wants to do has my chest rising and falling rapidly, the space between my thighs soaking wet with arousal and my eyes unfocused.

“God, yes,” I breathe, lifting my upper body so that I can rest on my elbows and watch him.

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