Chapter 13
Butterflies tackled each other in Abby’s belly as she used the keycard to open the room. The lock disengaged and she opened the door. Brady followed her inside and the door made a solid thunk as it shut.
Abby set down her small purse next to the wine bottle and pair of glasses and reached for the bottle opener. Before she could grasp it, Brady caught her by the shoulders and turned her to face him.
She tilted her head back and looked into his gorgeous eyes—she couldn’t have looked away for all the world.
Brady reached for the back of her head with both hands, unfastened the chignon, and let her hair fall over her shoulders. “God, I love your hair.” He ran his fingers along her scalp and down through the strands, and she shivered at the touch.
“Would you like that glass of wine?” He moved closer and his warm breath caressed her lips.
“I’m not so thirsty now.” Her throat had thickened from desire. “I do know what I want, though.”
Brady settled one hand on her lower back and moved his body against hers, a hard ridge pressing into her belly. “What’s that, hun?”
Abby’s fingers drifted up his muscular chest to his shoulders, then she played with the ends of his wavy hair. She hooked her arms around his neck and brought her mouth so close their lips almost touched.
“I want you.” She slid her hand to cup the back of his head, drew him closer, and kissed him.
A low rumble rose from his chest as he took control of the kiss. His mouth moved over hers, hard and demanding, yet giving at the same time. He tasted of dessert and wine, and smelled of spices and the masculine scent that identified him.
She realized she was making a soft humming sound as they kissed, and he made a growling sound in response.
His hands moved down to her ass. He palmed it and pressed their bodies impossibly closer. He gripped fistfuls of her dress, and she caught her breath, waiting for him to drag it up her body.
He drew away from her and she saw his chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing. “Are you sure, Abby? God knows I’ve wanted you from the first time I met you and more now that I’ve gotten to know you. But I want you to be absolutely certain.”
She gave him a soft smile. “I’ve never been more certain in my life.” And she moved her mouth to his again. He gave another sexy growl and he matched the intensity of her kiss.
The fire of their passion made her head spin. She felt drunk, not from wine, but from him. Everything about him set her body and her world on fire.
He gripped her dress tighter as the kiss went on and he slowly drew it up to her waist, then his fingers caressed her over her silky panties.
She shuddered with the raw need coursing through her. He was taking much too long, but she sensed his need for control at that moment, and allowed him to go at his own pace.
Brady moved his mouth from hers. “I have never known a woman like you, Abby. You turn my world upside down at the same time you bring a sense of calmness to it. I know it doesn’t make sense, but you bring light to my life.”
“It makes sense.” She had a hard time getting the words out as he slid his lips over her cheek to her ear. “I feel something like that for you.”
She gave a little cry of surprise that turned into a soft moan as he lightly nipped her lobe. He relaxed his grip on her dress and let the hem fall over her ass as he eased his palms up her sides.
Brady cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples through the fine black fabric. He slid the plunging neckline away, then pushed aside the bra that had barely covered her nipples, baring her breasts.
Cool air tightened her nipples. Frissons of need traveled to that place that ached between her thighs, and she let out a low, soft moan.
An answering groan rose from him as he nuzzled the curve of her neck before placing soft kisses along her collarbone. Her breathing grew more rapid as he moved his lips over the curve of her breast.
“Please, Brady.” She barely got his name out, her need for him was so great. He held her bare breast in one hand and slipped his warm mouth over her nipple, and she gasped with sheer pleasure.
She couldn’t remember feeling as hot and wanton and wonderful as she did now.
Her heart pounded faster as he moved his mouth to her other breast and claimed the nipple. He sucked then lightly bit it, causing her to gasp as a small burst of pain traveled through her breast. She’d never felt anything like this before.
He raised his head, and her nipples were damp and tight, cooled by the room’s AC. He slid his hand into her hair and looked into her eyes. “I know I’m getting way ahead of myself, Abby, but I think you could be my everything.”
She caught her breath, lost in his gaze, not even wanting to look away. She didn’t know what to say, but her heart echoed his words back to him. Maybe he could see it in her eyes, what she couldn’t say aloud, was too afraid to.
He grasped her by her shoulders and turned her around. “The moment I saw this gold zipper running down your back, I wanted to unzip it.” He skimmed his fingers over her skin as he moved her hair away from her neck and over her shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on her nape, causing a shiver to run through her.
Butterflies skittered through her belly as he grasped the zipper and tugged. Her dress fell away from her shoulders as he drew it down to the base of her spine, and the fabric slid over her hips and dropped to her feet. He let his gaze travel over her from her neckline to her shoes. She kicked them off so that she stood in her bare feet.
“Beautiful.” Brady traced one finger down her bra strap, along the curve of her breast and down her waist to her panties. He traced the waistband with one finger. “I love the red with black lace—hot as hell.”
“I’m glad you like my little secret,” she said softly.
“Thanks for sharing, sweetheart.” He kissed her as he unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor. He drew back to watch as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties then slowly drew them over her hips and let them fall to join the bra and her little black dress.
He sucked in his breath then gave her a sexy little smile. “I always knew you were a natural redhead.”
She smiled back and stepped out of the dress and lingerie.
“Show me what you’ve got, cowboy.” She unbuttoned his western shirt, exposing his smooth flesh and the light coating of hair on his chest. “I love what I see.”
She traced one of his flat nipples with her manicured fingernail, and he sucked in his breath as it tightened into a hard little nub. She teased the other one before she pushed his shirt over his shoulders. He caught it and tossed it in a corner.
“Now for the goods.” She grasped his belt buckle, and he made a low sound of need as she unbuckled it and pulled the belt out of its loops.
He took the belt from her and ran it through his hands. “I can think of a couple of things I can do with a belt…”
She gave a soft laugh. “Maybe later.”
Brady tossed the belt onto the bed as she moved her hands to the button of his Wranglers. She left it to run her finger along the inside of his jeans and the waistband of his underwear, low enough to brush uncharted territory.
Tingles radiated from her touch and he hissed out a breath. “Abby, you’re taking too damned long.”
“Shh.” She flashed him a grin. “It’s my turn and I’m enjoying myself.”
“Whatever you say, hun,” he said in a strangled tone.
“Don’t you know it.” She grasped the button of his jeans and unfastened it, then slowly pulled down the zipper. She tugged his Wranglers along his hips to the floor and she knelt in front of him.
He found it hard to swallow as she undressed him down to his black boxer briefs that barely contained his erection. She gripped the waistband and dragged the stretchy material to the floor, releasing his long, thick cock.
His heart pounded faster. He wanted to be inside her, driving deep and making her cry out.
She wrapped her fingers around his length and he gave a low, hungry moan. She rubbed her thumb over the head of it and he watched her with what had to be a pained expression.
He blew out his breath, trying to compose himself. “Afraid I’m going somewhere? I can assure you I have no intention of leaving.”
She laughed. “I’m not just holding onto you to keep you from taking off. I have plans.”
“Enlighten me.” The words came out gruff and pained as she squeezed.
“If you insist.” She lowered her head, slipped her mouth over him, and slowly moved up and down his length.
The sight of her green eyes as she went down on him, and the sensations from her hot, wet mouth about sent him out of his ever lovin’ mind. “Oh, hun.”
“Mmmm.” The vibration from her throaty murmur traveled through his erection and caused him to groan even louder.
Holy hell, this woman did things to him that made him feel in ways he never had before.
Every time his length hit the back of her throat, another burst of pleasure traveled through him. He climbed toward an orgasm that he knew would blow his mind.
He grasped her silken head between his palms. “Stop.” He barely got the word out. “I’m going to wait until I’m inside of you, which I plan to be very soon.”
She let him slide out of her mouth and she gave him a sultry look. “Are you sure?”
“No.” He gripped her by her shoulders and guided her to her feet. He kissed her with all the force of his need.
When he pulled back, she looked as breathless as he felt. He nodded to the bed. “Lie down.”
Abby’s heart beat yet a little faster as she moved to the bed. She figured she’d tease him and she crawled onto the mattress and paused with her knees wide, exposing as much of herself as she could.
Brady gave a low growl, grasped her hips, and flipped her over. She let out a whoosh off air when her back hit the mattress and she giggled.
He dropped onto the mattress and moved between her thighs. Her laughter died in her throat as he pressed his erection against her belly.
Her breaths grew shorter as she anticipated him finally sliding inside her. Instead, he eased down her and widened her thighs with his broad shoulders. He lowered his head and ran his tongue the length of her wetness.
“Oh, my God.” She felt like she would go out of her mind as he licked and sucked her soft flesh. He gripped her thighs with his big hands, holding her down as she squirmed from the incredible sensations.
She felt as if her head might float away as she struggled to hold her thoughts together.
“Brady.” She writhed as he pressed his face harder against her and licked her with more intensity. He slid his fingers in and out of her slick core, which sent her spiraling closer to the pinnacle.
Higher and higher she climbed and she realized she was making whimpering sounds. He made a low growling sound against her that sent vibrations through her and pushed her over the edge.
Abby screamed before she could think to muffle her sounds. But as shockwaves throbbed throughout her body, she didn’t care anymore. She felt too good, too raw for it to matter.
She heard the sound of a package tearing and in the next moment, Brady drove inside her. She cried out in surprise and pleasure as he stretched her and filled her with his thick length.
He fucked her slow but hard, thrusting his hips as he drove inside and pulled out. She moved her hips in time with his, loving the feel of him inside her. She didn’t want it to end at the same time she didn’t think she could climax soon enough.
Brady grunted with his thrusts and Abby couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. Harder and harder yet.
The scent of their sex was intoxicating and the sound of flesh against flesh added to the intensity of their joining. She had never dreamed of a lover like Brady, and how much she cared for him magnified the experience.
“Are you ready, Abby?” His words came out low, throbbing through her the way it did when he had sung those nights ago. “I want you to come with me.”
“I’m close.” Her voice grew tighter. “I—I’m so close.”
“Come for me now,” he shouted.
The force of his demand shot her over the edge.
She let out a long cry as her body vibrated and throbbed around his cock. With every thrust he made, her body pulsed around him more.
“Come on, Brady,” she urged him.
With a shout, he climaxed. He thrust in and out several more times, then nearly collapsed on top of her. She saw the vibrations in his arms and could tell he was fighting to keep his weight off her.
In one movement, he gathered her into his arms and rolled onto his back. She rested her head on his chest that rose up and down with the strength of each breath.
Perspiration coated her heated skin and he felt equally hot against her.
“I’m hot.” She raised up on her elbow and smiled as she looked down at him. “I think we need a nice, long cool shower.”
He gave a throaty laugh. “I’m all for that. Just imagine what will happen next.”