Page 16 of Off Limits
A tap sounded on the glass door. She startled. It was well past dark outside. Did someone forget something? When she looked up from the computer, her gaze clashed with Brady’s. She sucked in a breath. What was he doing here?
He stood at the door. His dark hair lay disheveled. It had been a week since she’d seen him and it looked as if it had been that long since he’d slept. Dark circles hovered under his eyes.
She walked over to the door and unlocked it. He pulled it open and walked inside.
“Lock it.”
She twisted the lock and turned to face him. Even exhausted, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on.
“What are you doing here?” After everything that had occurred between them, she still fidgeted like a girl nervous for her first kiss.
“I can’t stay away. I can’t shake you, Princess. Why is that?”
A small smile split her lips. This is what she’d always wanted. To pull him in. To make him want her as much as she wanted him. For him to see they were meant to be.
He moved toward her, eating up the space between them quickly. His mouth came down on hers as his arms pulled her to him. He trailed his tongue down the side of her neck. “So salty. So good.”
His presence had made her completely forget that she’d just finished a yoga class where she’d sweated half her weight. “I’m sorry.” She tried to pull out of his embrace but he held her tight. “I taught hot yoga tonight. I was going to shower.”
“Do you think there is any way you could be that I wouldn’t want?” He lifted his head to look at her, his eyebrow cocked.
“I’m nasty.”
He smashed his mouth on hers.
“The only thing nasty,” he growled against her lips, “is what I’m about to do to you.” In one swift motion, he lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried her through the studio like he’d been there a hundred times. And in a way, he had. He’d never stepped foot in one of her classes, but he’d helped paint the walls, hang the mirrors, install the shelves—back when it was just a dream she was building.
He shoved open the locker room door with his back. Inside, one wall was lined with sleek metal lockers. He pressed her against the cool metal, the contrast to her heat making her gasp.
His mouth left hers, trailing along her jaw, down her neck, across the slight swell of her chest. Then he tugged her sports bra down, baring her to him completely.
When his warm mouth covered her nipple, she moaned and ground her core into his pelvis. He licked and sucked one then the other. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
Releasing her nipple with a flick of his tongue, he lowered her to the ground and turned her to face the lockers.
She braced herself, palms pressed flat against the cool indigo metal, her breath shaky.
“I’m trying,” he rasped against her ear, his voice low and frayed, “so fucking hard to get you out of my system.” He pressed his chest into her back, his heat surrounding her. One hand slid over her hip, dipping into the front of her yoga pants with practiced ease. His fingers found her clit, gliding over it in a slow, maddening stroke before slipping through her slick folds. “But I can’t stop thinking about this.” He thrust a finger inside her, then another, drawing a gasp from her throat. “The way you come undone.” A groan tore from his chest. “The way it feels to be with you.” He curled his fingers, teasing a cry from her. “Like I’m finally fucking whole.”
That comment pierced her heart. That he thought he wasn’t whole or couldn’t be whole broke her. It made her want to make him feel complete all the time.
She arched her back and cried out. He knew how to bring her to the edge of bliss.
“Brady.”
“I love when you say my name. It sounds like a prayer and you know I’ve never been one to hold much faith. But with you...”
Her head lolled on his shoulder. Her hips rode his hand.
He rolled his finger over her clit, then thrust back into her. “Come, Jane.”
She detonated like a bomb. Her legs gave out, his hold on her the only reason she remained upright. “Oh, God.” Her pussy spasmed around his finger. In all her years, no one had brought her to such an earth-shattering orgasm as he had over the last week. He’d ruined her for any other man.
With one hand, he undid his buckle and unzipped his pants. “I need to be inside you. Now.” She wanted nothing more. She’d take him anyway she could
Gaining her footing, she pushed down her yoga pants and panties. “Take me.” She leaned into the lockers, her legs spread.
He accepted her invitation, lining his cock up with her opening and plunging inside. “Fuck,” he growled.
