Page 39 of Off Limits
What the hell was he doing here?
Fuzzy Snoopy pajama pants and red tank top. Of all the nights to dress for bed like a kid. Why couldn’t she have been in something sexy? Something that would make him forget how to breathe when she opened the door?Ifshe opened the door.
She rolled her eyes. Who was she kidding. Of course, she was going to open it.
She cracked it open and there he was. Dark. Broody. Beautiful. Standing on her porch like a storm she wanted to get swept up in. His black slacks hugged his legs. His light gray button-down pulled tight across his chest. His hair was a little messy, like he’d raked his hands through it one too many times. Classic Brady. Tortured and sexy.
“What are you doing here, Brady?” She wished her voice didn’t sound so breathy but that’s what he did to her.
“Open the door, Princess.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s been more than three fucking weeks and I can’t stand another second away from you.”
Her heart squeezed. Despite all his broodiness, he was a softie at heart. She opened the door a little more. “You stayed away fine the week before I left.”
He moved forward and into her. He wrapped her ponytail around his hand and pulled her head back. “I was anything but fine.” His deep brown eyes stared down at her.
“I’m sure you’ve found plenty of women to keep your dick warm and satisfied.” The words came out hard because she knew his appetite and he’d never go three plus weeks without sex. He’d reminded her of that the first night they’d fucked. And the thought of him with another woman made her angrier than a disturbed hornets’ nest.
He pushed her further into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. “The only thing that kept my dick warm these last weeks was my hand. And I wouldn’t call any of it satisfying.” He skated his hand down her arm and over her hip. An electric current hummed through her body like it always did when he touched her.
“Bullshit.” There was no way Brady didn’t sleep with a single woman while she was gone in Mexico. No fucking way.
“I wish it weren’t true. I wish I didn’t have a penchant for torturing myself when it comes to you, but I do.” He guided her into her kitchen with a hand on her hip and the other hanging onto her ponytail. Her lower back hit the island and he tugged her hair.
“I don’t be—” He slammed his mouth down on hers and cut off her words.
The kiss was aggressive. Rough. Like he was starving for her.
She gasped at the force, at the heat of it. He thrust his tongue between her parted lips and licked into her, tasting, claiming. She fisted his shirt in both hands to keep her balance, to ground herself in the storm that was him.
He devoured her mouth in relentless licks and bites, tilting her head just a bit with a slight tug of her hair. He deepened the kiss like he wanted to crawl inside her. His chest pressed flush to hers. His hips pinned her to the island. His erection throbbed against her and heat pooled low in her belly.
A primal growl rumbled in his chest.
She swallowed it, yanking him closer still.
Without breaking their kiss, he shifted, wedging a knee between her thighs. He slid a hand inside her pajama pants. No panties. At least she’d had that right. His fingers found her slick and ready, stroking through her folds until he brushed her clit.
She moaned, her hips instinctively arching into his touch.
“Fuck me.” He breathed against her mouth. “Jesus Christ, you’re wet.” He thrust one finger, then two inside her and pumped them. “Your pussy is always so ready for me, isn’t it? You want this almost as much as I do.”
“More.” She whispered because she couldn’t find her voice.
“Princess, that’s impossible.” He moved his mouth across her cheek, down her neck—nipping her flesh and setting her on fire.
She fumbled with his belt buckle, wanting desperately to feel him. Once the belt was undone, she unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hand inside. She wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard erection and pumped. A guttural sound escaped him.
He jerked her soft pants down her legs with one hand until they pooled at her feet. “Step out.” He growled.
She kicked her pants to the side, bare from the waist down.
He shoved his pants down his hips in one smooth movement, his cock springing free between them. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he hoisted her onto the edge of the counter. As he did, he slid his fingers from her slick heat and brought them to her lips.
“Suck.”
