Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“We’re working like hell on getting them down. Every picture,” he rasps. I don’t know who we means, but I assume he’s got lawyers for days.
“We will. But not now, please.” I press my fingers against his mouth. “Right now, I don’t want to say another word about it.”
“Lena, I just need you to know—”
“I already do. You never give up on me. Even when I totally deserve it.” I replace my finger with my mouth, feeling the fight go out of him. “I don’t want to wait, Brady. This is my body, isn’t it? And I get to choose what I do with it. Today, I’m giving it to you. Harry can’t ever take that away.”
“Fuck no.” His fingers brush my hair back from my face, and his kiss turns greedy.
Until I fell into his arms, I didn’t know if I’d be okay with being touched so soon after feeling so violated.
But Brady makes me feel safe again. He makes me feel loved and sexy in ways I never felt with Harry. Not even once.
And after all this, after it’s said and done, no one else will ever make me feel like I can’t do whatever I want with my body. Right now, I want to offer it to him more than anything.
I’m taking power back, yes.
But I’m also taking back control: my love, my life, my destiny.
“You’re so damn incredible,” Brady mutters against my mouth, and then he’s scooping me up, carrying me through the condo until we’re racing inside his bedroom.
When he drops me down on the bed, I’m still holding on to him.
He grins wickedly as he bends his head to nip at my neck.
My heart pounds, and my skin goes liquid at the feel of his hand sliding under my top.
“I haven’t had a chance to shower since I flew in,” I warn.
“You smell like you, Sass. And it’s driving me fucking insane.” He moves lower, hot tongue descending, drawing a line down my lower belly.
Oh God!
My jitters evaporate with every touch, especially when he hooks his fingers into my leggings and tugs them down my thighs.
Now, we both meet sweet insanity. I’m trembling like I have Brady withdrawals, so close to having the gorgeous man I’ve been denied.
“You okay?” he whispers, his eyes molten.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Never better.”
Everything he’s doing is a hell of a lot more than okay.
When he goes down lower, lower, and presses his tongue against my folds, hot and wet and torturously slow, I’m instantly torn.
“Fuck, Lena, why do you taste so good?” The way he closes his eyes like he’s in rapture frays my last senses.
My fingers move without thinking, digging at his hair, anchoring myself to his lips for dear life while his tongue demolishes me.
And Brady’s mouth is a masterclass in pleasure.
Every swirling lick.
Every rough suck.
Every hot breath and sugary sting of his teeth.
He grabs my legs and pins me to his face, growling against my center, claiming me like the wild beast he is.
And I just lie there, panting, legs splayed open, his head between them, half naked and wrecked but so relieved that we’ve finally turned a corner.
The worst really might be over.
There’s no uncomfortable ache in my belly anymore. No anxious fear that this is spinning away from us. No more uncertainty.
In this bed with this man, I’m safe and loved.
The thought feels almost as potent as everything his tongue does.
And when he brings me to the brink and stops, teasing me with hot eyes before he sinks a finger into me, my back arches off the bed.
“Holy shit!” I whimper.
“You like that, huh? Sing for me, woman. I’m going to light you up.”
I almost laugh, but it comes out breathless.
“You know I do. And so do you.” I haven’t missed the way his hand disappears, stroking himself.
“Damn right,” he rumbles. “You scared me to hell and back when I thought I’d never taste this tight little pussy again.”
He adds another finger, and his tongue sweeps my clit again.
I’m gasping his name.
“Brady—don’t stop!” Every word scrapes my throat.
“Only if you promise to come for me, Sass. Come fucking wild.” His breath heats my clit again, hot and damp, so teasing it’s almost fatal.
“Brady, please. I just need—” My voice chokes off. I don’t know what I need except for him to bring this home.
The way he smiles and drags his tongue over my swollen pussy says he knows that better than I do.
Then the tip of his tongue flicks my clit, followed by the searing pressure of the flat of his tongue. Sensations merge like black magic.
“You ready to give it up? To remind me what I’ve been missing too many lonely nights?” His voice reverberates, shaking me to my core.
“Yes. Yes!”
“Come for me, Lena.”
I’m a lot of things right now. A messy bundle of too many feels to describe, but I’m not disobedient.