Page 105 of Love Resurrected
Brad is standing on my front porch, getting ready to knock on the door. He’s wearing shorts, athletic shoes, and a deliciously snug SSFD t-shirt, with a backward baseball cap. He looks positively edible.
“Hey,” I say, not being able to stop the smile that takes over my face. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d pick up my girl, save her the trouble of having to find a parking spot.” He moves toward me to give me a hug. My heart jumps when he saysmy girl.
“Your girl?” I ask, hating how tentative my voice sounds.
“Yeah.” He frowns. “Why do you say it like that?”
I reverse my steps until my back hits my front door. Brad keeps advancing until we are nose to nose, pushing my baseball cap up and out of the way with his forehead.
He cocks his head to the side. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“Are you saying you’re not my girl?”
“Well. No, I guess not. I mean, I just, well, I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know.” I throw my hands up in the air, flustered.
“Didn’t know what?” His hips press against me, and I can feel his hard length.
Oh, I want that length. I miss that length.
I glance up and meet his gaze, his lips dangerously close to capturing mine. “I, uh, wasn’t sure where this was headed,” I admit.
“You didn’t?” he asks, his nose running the length of my cheek, his voice soft.
My breath catches, and I shake my head.
“What did you think was happening?” He nuzzles my bare neck, breathing in as he goes. It literally weakens my knees.
“I don’t know,” I stammer. I’m surprised. This is a new Brad, not quite the passionate bathroom banger I first encountered, but also not the “sweet kisses at the end of a date” guy. This one is carnal. Magnetic. Dangerous.
He plants a soft kiss behind my ear. “What about the goodnight kisses? What were they leading up to?” His voice is deep and husky, and he trails his lips down my collarbone. His good hand grips my hip and his casted hand rests against the door above my head. He smells good, like some kind of freshness and spice.
My hands make their way up his chest, stopping to feel the muscles there along the way.
My god, the body on this man.
I shiver.
“I’ll tell you what,” he says as his lips ghost across mine. “I think it was leading up to tonight.”
“Tonight?”
He nods as he nibbles at my bottom lip before going in for a mind-blowing kiss. I stretch my body up and against him, and my arms make their way around his neck, his good arm pulling me tight to him. One of us moans, I’m pretty sure it was me, and it’s all I can do not to strip off my clothes right there and ask him to take me inside and make love to me until I can no longer move.
Brad slows the kiss and pulls away slightly. “Fuck.” His forehead leans against mine.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“I meant for that to tide me over until later, but I think it’s had the opposite effect.”
“Yeah.”
My eyes are at half-mast, and I know that I’m kiss-drunk, and probably look it. He kisses me on the tip of my nose.
“You ready for today?” His good hand squeezes my ass.
