Page 54 of The Unplannned Project

He responded with a kiss, gentle and careful, against my inner thigh. Then, he painstakingly tortured me, his tongue and lips tasting me everywhere but where I wanted him most. I groaned and begged, the words falling on uninterested ears.

“Please, please,” I said finally, my body bowing into his mouth.

“Since you asked nicely,” he said against my skin. And then his tongue laved over me, the hot, slick feel of him sending a bolt of need straight up through my body. He sucked on my clit lightly, his hands braced against my hips to hold me still so that he could continue to feast on me, driving me ever higher.

My head tossed against the bedding, my hips seeking him out desperately.

“Do you want to come for me?” His voice rumbled darkly up from between my legs.

“Yes, yes! I’m so ready.”

I felt rather than saw his smile. “Come for me, Cecelia. Let go. I’ve got you.”

His mouth circled my clit once more, just as two of his fingers pressed deep. I imploded, the quaking pleasure that surrounded the two of us enough to send me arching off the bed, begging for it to stop while simultaneously begging for it to never stop.

When I finally spiraled back down to reality, Brady had stood, shucked his jeans off and climbed back up to me. I grabbed for his shoulders, my limp arms useless but eager.

His chocolate gaze bored into mine as his arms braced beside my head. With a subtle shift of his hips, I felt him against me. Never breaking his stare, I wrapped my legs around his waist, tipping him in even farther.

“Fuck, it’s so good, baby,” he growled against my ear.

I only nodded, unable to speak as the smooth thrusts of his hips rekindled that fire once again. Tightening my legs, I let my body move against him. When his control began to go, I could feel the jerk of his cock inside me. His movements were less smooth, his hand dropping low to tilt my hips.

I gasped at the change in angle, my body primed and begging for that orgasm. He must’ve understood, because he kept that angle, his hips rough against mine as he drove home again and again.

“God, Cici, you’re squeezing me,” he said.

With a grunt, he slipped a hand between us, his fingertips brushing over my clit. That coupled with the look on his face as his body jolted sent me over the edge again. With a cry, another mind-melting orgasm swept me up. Made all the better by the quick, desperate last thrusts as Brady joined me in bliss.

When he collapsed onto my body, I wrapped my arms tight around him, holding him against me.

I’d had sex with plenty of other men. I loved sex. But I was quite sure that no one had ever made love to me like Brady Martinez. Tucking my chin up against his collarbone, I prayed to anybody listening that my heart knew what it was doing.

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Chapter 18

Brady

I was fucking ruined. When I had started down this road with Cici, I’d been sure about my decision to stay single. There had been serious girlfriends, one or two I had truly believed might be the one.

But then, all the shit with Adriana had gone down. I’d been abundantly clear that someone had to step in. I glanced down at the sleeping woman beside me. That had had to be me. For the past five years, I’d kept my promise. Hell, I’d even taken some kind of sick pride in my ability to avoid relationships.

My throat ached for a moment.

And then I’d met Cecelia Grove. I’d wanted her from the first moment she stepped in my office. And I wanted her right now. But the difference between those two things was palpable. What I wanted now, it felt heavier, weighing me down every time she looked at me with those wide blue eyes.

I sighed, shifting on the pillows. And that wasn’t even bringing the baby into the picture. Yet, from the instant in the emergency room when we’d learned about the baby, I wanted him-or her-too. Because I was a selfish dick who knew that not only was I getting the woman I craved, but also the future I’d hit delete on years ago.

This was my get-out-of-jail-free card. My chance to change my mind.

I rubbed my shoulder, still tight from the gym yesterday. But first, I needed to come clean to Cici about was really holding me back. I’d promised her transparency and honesty, but at the end of the day, I hadn’t told her a single thing about what I’d done or who I was.

Unable to sleep, I slipped out of the covers. Cici mumbled but didn’t wake, her golden hair wild against my pillowcase.

Brady: You awake?

Katie Martinez: Shit, bro. It’s late.

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