Page 44 of Smoke Show

Our knees brushed, and it was all I could do not to whimper.

The waiting was killing me. But I refused to give in, to be weak. I’d told him what I wanted, and I wouldn’t rob either of us of the chance to see what we could be together. Brady’s naturally commanding nature turned me on. Sometimes I fought against it, rebelling, but tonight, I wanted nothing more than to yield. To give myself into his safekeeping and let him take care of me.

It was the ultimate act of trust. The thought startled me, making me sway again, my breath and heartbeat quickening with fear. Would Brady prove worthy of my trust?Yes, my heart whispered.

Brady stroked a palm from my shoulder along my forearm until he could entwine our fingers.

“You are a work of art,” he breathed, his awed expression making me believe it.

Slowly, he used our joined hands to spin me. I hadn’t been naked with a man since I’d had the tattoo on my back finished. It wasn’t my work, even I couldn’t tattoo my own back, but I’d done the design, and I fought not to preen under his admiring gaze. “It’s a phoenix?” he asked, tracing a slow finger along one of the big bird’s wings.

“Yes,” I whispered, hissing when slid his hands over my hipbones, tugging me back against his chest.

Brady nuzzled at my neck and I shivered, heat pooling between my thighs when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Do all of your tattoos have meaning?” he asked, kissing along the campfire flames that adorned my right shoulder.

“Of course,” I murmured, gasping when his fingers crept along the crease in my thigh, probing my slick folds.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he said, sounding awed. “I’ve barely touched you,” he gloated, stroking my slit in blatant opposition to his words.

I leaned back into him, the hard nudge of his erection at my back reassuring me that I wasn’t the only one turned on. Rubbing against him in a slow roll, I bit back my smile at his groan.

“Stop that,” he ordered. “I want to make you come first. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For me to make you feel good?”

At my nod, one hand cupped my breast as the other dove between my thighs, searching for the spots that made me squirm in his arms. I worked against his hand, unable to respond, too focused on the waves of pleasure he was creating with his fingers.

“I want to make you feelsogood. Is there something you need? Tell me,” he commanded.

Unable to speak, I took him in hand, adjusting his angle to hit my clit more fully.

“Baby, you are dripping. Is this all for me?” he crooned, working his fingers more insistently. “I bet you can’t wait to take all of me, can you? I’m going to bury myself so deep, you’ll be feeling me for weeks.”

His dark promise took me to the edge, making me wish he’d just do it. Bend me over, thrust into me. Make me feel complete.

“Easy, Tiger. I’m going to turn you inside out with pleasure. You think this is good? You just wait. I’m going to make you come so much, you’re going to forget your name.”

I arched against his hand, chasing the final stroke that would send me over the edge.

“Eve, come for me,” he commanded, voice stern. “Show me how you’re going to milk me later. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Brady’s talented fingers took me over the edge, and I whimpered in his arms, struggling to stay upright under the force of my release. Waves of pleasure rocked me, making my knees weak.

“Good girl,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss at the juncture where my neck met my shoulder. “Why don’t you lie down now. You’re going to need your strength for what comes next.”

I sank onto the bed, boneless and grateful for the mattress’s support. Brady opened the drawer in his bedside table, emerging with a condom.

“Ready for round two?” he asked, offering me the condom.

I held his gaze as I opened the foil packet. He’d already made me come harder than anyone else ever had. Brady seemed to naturally sense what I wanted and wasn’t shy about taking direction if he was unsure. Any lingering doubts I’d had about sleeping with him washed away. Even though I should be satisfied, something about his challenge left me hungry for more.

“I’ll be your good girl if you’ll be my bad boy,” I offered, reaching for him.

Fresh desire flared in Brady’s eyes.

“If it means I get to dive into you until I burst, I’m all in. Pun intended,” he added with a wicked grin. I shook my head, the flare of humor surprising me. Trust Brady to exceed my expectations, showing me he could be both my dark partner and my playmate. I’d never met anyone like him, and it made me want to hold on for all I was worth.

I stroked him from base to tip before slipping on the condom.

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