Page 100 of Wild Hearts

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says quietly.

“I know,” I reply, tracing my finger gently over his arm that’s cocooning me against his body.

He blows out a long, slow breath. “Are you sure about this?” he repeats.

I nod. “I’m sure. Even if nothing happens, I want to wake up next to you in the morning.”

A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I love waking up next to you.”

I sit up and he scoots off the hood of his car, reaching out a hand to help me down. He wraps me in his muscular frame, and I rest my cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat thud steadily underneath.

His hand slowly slides down my arm, causing a flame to rise from my core. He interlocks his strong fingers with mine and pulls our joined hands up to his lips. “I love you, Wren Murphy, so damn much.” His voice comes out hoarse and gravelly, sending shivers up my spine. I clench my shaking legs together, desperate to get him back to my apartment.

“I love you, Brady Willis.”

I use my free hand to tug his face down to mine, fusing our mouths together and slipping my tongue between his lips. While our kisses up to this point have been soft and languid, this one is hungry, borderline animalistic.

Brady lets out a soft moan that travels through my body, all the way down to my toes in a delicious sensation. He pulls away reluctantly, breathing heavily as he traces kisses along my jaw until he lands on my collarbone.

“I’m not sure I trust myself.”

“Take me home,” I whisper, biting down gently on his shoulder as I cup the straining bulge between his legs.

He curses under his breath, practically dragging me to the passenger side, opening the door, and shoving me inside. He races around to the driver’s side, tossing the blanket on the backseat as he climbs in and starts the car.

I smile seductively at him as I tease my hand up his leg until he catches it, stilling my trail.

“You’re going to make me crash my car,” he grits out, trying to keep his eyes laser-focused on the road ahead.

I let out a soft, breathy laugh and lean over to rest my head on his shoulder for the rest of the drive.

When Brady pulls up at my apartment complex, he turns off the ignition and braces his hands on the steering wheel. He drops his head back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

A nervous giggle escapes me. “Are you okay?”

He groans. “You drive me fucking wild, Rookie. I just need to... compose myself.”

I use my tongue to trace a path up his jaw and suck his earlobe between my teeth. “Are you sure about that?” I whisper.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes out.

I pull away and let myself out of the car, making a show of swinging my hips as I walk to the front entrance of my building. Brady catches up to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind and making my fingers shake as I type in the security code.

Thankfully, the elevator is already on the bottom floor. Once the doors open, Brady presses me against the wall, devouring my mouth like a starved man eating his final meal. Our mouths remain fused together as we make our way down the hallway and I fumble in my pocket to find my keys, which I promptly drop on the floor.

Brady groans as I pull away from him, ducking down to retrieve my keys. I laugh as I unlock the door and throw them in the direction of my coffee table. I kick the door shut and lean up against it for stability as I pull Brady back toward me. He kisses me once, twice, three times before resting his forehead against mine.

“What are we doing here, Rookie?” he asks, breathing heavily.

I lean in and press my lips to his, keeping my eyes on his face as I strip my clothes over my head, dropping them on the floor at our feet.

His hungry eyes travel over my body and he runs his finger over the tattoo on my hip.

“This is new,” he murmurs, flames igniting my skin at his touch.

My brain’s too distracted to form words. I’m desperate for his fingers to move lower. I cover his hand with mine, trying to direct him where I need him, but he shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“Not yet, Rookie.” Brady’s eyes move slowly back to my heaving chest and I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. Brady groans again as he nestles his head into the crook of my neck before running his tongue down my collarbone and licking over the top of my bra. He uses his teeth to pull the lace down before sucking my sensitive peak into his mouth.

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