“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Shh.” Scooting over to the chair next to her, he gathered her in his arms. “Shhh…none of that, now. You’re gonna give me a complex.” Gently pushing his hand into her hair, he brought his lips to hers. The kiss ignited like a wildfire in a dry forest as he licked at her lips with his wicked tongue. She surrendered immediately, welcoming him into her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drowned in the onslaught of pleasure as his masterful mouth moved over hers. Just in time, she recalled where they were and pulled back.
“We can’t do this here.”
Brady looked around, slowly pulling away. “Seems like we’re always saying that, but you’re right.” He sighed. “As soon as we finish eating I’m taking you back to my room so I can spend the rest of the night making love to you. Fair warning.”
Her heart beat a staccato in her chest. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him. Her sex was slick with juices and her breasts were swelling, her nipples peaking.
Their food was delivered and both rushed through their meals. Leah was sure it was delicious but she didn’t taste a thing. Brady paid the bill and they practically sprinted out of the restaurant. As soon as the doors closed in the elevator Brady dove for her mouth, parting her lips so his tongue could snake inside. His hand slid under her dress to cup her mound, a low moan escaping when he stroked his finger along her damp panties. Pulling back, he bit down gently on and then laved the riotously beating pulse point on her neck. Her head fell to the side to allow him better access. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you,” he said with a growl and she groaned in response.
The doors opened and he pulled his hand out from underneath the dress, pushing her out of the elevator. As soon as they were inside his room he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, he immediately followed, only stopping long enough to remove his suit coat and toss it in the general direction of the chair nearby.
As his weight came down on top of her, she reveled in the feel of his body sliding on hers. The air was so thick it felt as if their attraction was a tangible, breathing thing, and she thanked her lucky stars he wasn’t as stubborn as she was and had the courage to come here to fight for them.
He sank into her mouth and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. She wiggled underneath him and he finally released her. “Help me get this dress off.”
Brady grinned. “With pleasure.” He slowly and carefully pulled it over her head, leaving her in a skimpy thong and strapless bra, which he removed without hesitation. Standing up, he began to unbutton his shirt. She rolled onto her knees to work at his pants, her fingers pulling clumsily at his belt. Once she’d finally managed to shove his pants down she reached for him, but he grabbed her hand.
“None of that. Though I adore it when you touch me, right now I want to make love to my woman.” Now gloriously naked, he climbed back onto the bed and parted her thighs, sliding in deep, his cock stretching her. She gasped as her sex contracted around him and he purred, “That’s right, baby, we’re gonna take this nice and slow.” He moved slowly back out and then in again until he was buried to the hilt. Bracing his weight on his forearms, he stared at her. His eyes held so many emotions, so much more than simple lust.
“I love you,” she told him, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him as he pulled out of her again.
“I love you too.”
Pleasure sizzled through her as he continued to push in and pull out in an excruciatingly slow rhythm. She grasped his shoulders, needing to feel the solid connection to him as she lost touch with everything but the slow, sensuous slide of his length into her. The flex of muscle and sinew beneath her hands just ratcheted up her arousal even more, her sex fluttering around him, causing a tortured moan to pop out of her mouth. She needed more.
“Brady, I need you.”
“You have me, sugar.” Then, proving he understood her plea, his hand pushed between their bodies and he began to circle her clit, pressing in slightly. It was all it took and she arched helplessly into him as her release slammed through her. He followed her shortly afterward and then collapsed on top of her, rolling to the side and bringing her with him, his now-spent cock still inside her.
A few moments later he rolled on top of her again. “I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Shh…” She stroked back his hair. “I won’t. Now that I’ve got a hot bull rider I’m never letting you go.”
The End
About the Author
Cassandra Carr is a multi-published author of erotic romance. She thinks the best part of being a writer is how she writes about love and sex all day (and all night!) while most everyone else she knows is struggling with daily commutes, micro-managing bosses and cranky coworkers. The inspiration for her stories comes from everywhere, but she’d particularly like to thank the Buffalo Sabres, the hockey team near and dear to her heart. Yes, she knows way too much about the Sabres and hockey in general, but hey, everyone has to have a hobby, right?
Cassandra lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing, she enjoys watching a few select shows on television and hanging out on Twitter. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website.
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