Chapter 2
SAGE
We end up in the back of an taxi, not able to keep our hands off each other, despite the poor person up front who’s driving us home.
We stumble into my low-rise apartment building, lips fused together as if we need to share the air we breathe.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath as we break apart. “What are you doing to me, Hurricane?” His forehead drops to mine, and my inner sex kitten arches her back and purrs with satisfaction when I realize he’s panting just as heavily as I am.
Then the nickname he just called me registers, and I rear back. “Excuse me, what did you just call me?”
I definitely see a blush on his cheeks now. “Hurricane. I dunno, it just came out. I mean, you did spin into my life out of nowhere, and it feels like you’re turning it all upside down. In a really fucking good way,” he hurries to say.
That kitten inside of me melts into a puddle of sentimental goo. I grab him by the back of his head and pull his lips back to mine for another kiss. When I feel those strong arms circle my waist, I decide to give in to the temptation I’ve had ever since I met him, and I jump.
He catches me, of course. My legs wrap around him, and now I really am climbing him like a goddamn sexy tree. I shamelessly grind against the considerable bulge I can feel pressed against my pussy.
“Just for tonight, right?” I say breathlessly.
“Just tonight,” he echoes before kissing me again.
“Third door on the left,” I murmur against his lips.
His long legs easily cover the distance to my front door. I unhook my legs and drop to stand before whirling around and unlocking the door.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, he spins me around, pulling me back into his arms. “Are you sure about this?” he asks in a low voice. “Because I’ll turn around and leave right now if you want me to.”
Instead of answering him with words, I unzip my coat, then immediately strip off my shirt and let it fall from my fingers to the floor.
I hear his swift exhale as he quickly pulls off his own winter coat.
Then his hands are on me, touching me, holding me, and exploring me.
I grab the hem of his T-shirt and tug it impatiently up his torso.
Seconds later, it joins mine on the floor.
Oh, hello…
This man is ripped. Stacked. Whatever other adjective you want to use for perfectly-carved muscle covered in smooth skin, with the right amount of hair dusting his torso. My brain has blanked, but I still manage to subtly check my lips for drool before we kiss again.
Our lips fuse. Our tongues tangle. We trip over our clothes and shoes as we make our way over to my couch, which is far too small for us to stretch out on. But that’s apparently not what he has in mind when Brady pushes me to sit down and drops to his knees in front of me.
“Holy crap,” I say. My heart is racing at the sight of this gorgeous man on his knees. He just smirks and shifts forward to kiss me, catching my lips between his teeth and tugging gently.
“I thought you were a little rusty with women,” I half pant, half moan as he trails his lips down my throat. When he laughs, I shiver.
“Some things come naturally, I guess.” His lips land on the swell of my breast and he pauses, looking up at me. “Can I take this off?” he asks, fingering the lace of my bra.
I nod. Eagerly.
When he reaches behind me to undo the clasp, he kisses my neck again, letting out a rumbling, moaning sound that I swear I feel all the way down to my toes. As soon as my breasts fall free, he cups them, his thumbs swiping over my already stiff nipples.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. I open my eyes that I guess had fallen shut at some point, fully prepared to tease him about my face being up here, only to find him staring straight at me.
Not my boobs.
Who is this man?
Brady ducks his head and laughs, and I realize I said that out loud. Shaking my head, I grab his chin and tip his face back up to mine.
“Forget I said that.”
“Nah, my ego could use the boost.”
I make sure to exaggerate my eye roll, then lean down and kiss him. Lifting up on his knees, he presses me back against the couch, easily taking control. My hands roam the muscles of his shoulders and his back, and through the dusting of hair covering his chest; everywhere I can touch, I do.
When his lips close around my nipple, I cry out his name, arching my back.
“Yes,” I pant as he teases me, switching from one side to the other.
I’ve always had sensitive breasts, and nothing gets me hotter than nipple play. Brady must be really good at reading the situation because he doesn’t move on quickly like so many other guys would.
He stays there. Twisting my nipples gently, grazing his teeth over them, swirling his tongue around them, and blowing on them until I’m writhing underneath him. As much as I can, given the weight of his muscular body resting on me.
Just when I feel like I can’t take any more, he backs off. My eyes fly open, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Wh-why? What?” I stumble over my words as he slowly drags his touch up and down my sides.
“Just making sure you’re enjoying yourself.”
I nod eagerly. “Very much. Please continue.”
It doesn’t take long until I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way by contradicting sensations.
Hot and cold from his tongue and then his breath blowing on my skin.
The slight pain when he tugs my nipple with his teeth and the soft press of his kiss.
Brady brings me back to the edge quickly, and this time, I know I need more.
I bring my hands to the top of his jeans and try to find the button. I feel his lips turn up against my skin, and then he lifts his head to look at me.
“I need you naked,” I demand.
“I’m on board with that,” he replies, pushing up to stand and pulling me up so quickly, I stumble right into his chest.
Our lips meet for another kiss, and it’s laced with desperation and need this time. His hands and mine are fumbling with each other’s pants, until finally I burst out laughing and push his hands away.
“You do yours; I’ll do mine.”
“Good plan.”
Finally, we’re naked, and I take a second to appreciate what’s in front of me.
“You done staring, Hurricane?” Brady asks, amusement clear in his tone. I hold up one finger and bite my lip.
When he laughs, his beautiful cock bounces and I look up at him enthralled, with an impish grin. “Now I’m done.”
He shakes his head, then spins me around. “Hands and knees on the couch. It’s my turn.”
I move onto the couch, twisting to look at him over my shoulder, my hair falling to the side. “As long as you do more than just look.”
With a glance up at me, Brady winks, then drops back to his knees. “Trust me. I plan to do a lot more.”
That’s the only warning I get before his tongue licks a stripe from my clit all the way to my ass.
“Oh my fucking God,” I gasp, my hips arching off the couch.
“That feels good?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper.
“Good.” He kneads the globes of my ass, looking at me heatedly. “I’ve got you.”
And for some reason, even though he’s basically a stranger, I believe him. I’ve always trusted my gut, and right now, it’s telling me Brady is the kind of man to make damn sure a woman is satisfied. He’s got that protective, caregiver vibe written all over him.
If I was someone else, someone willing to be tied down, he’s the kind of man I’d want.
When he bends back down, I rest my cheek on the back of the couch. His thumbs part my folds, and his tongue teases my clit in slow circles. He rumbles an appreciative sound before sliding through my slit, dipping in and out lightly. “You’re fucking delicious.”
I whimper when his tongue leaves me, then moan when he slides two fingers inside of me instead.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His fingers pause for a second. “Do you, ah, have a condom?”
My pussy clenches involuntarily around his fingers. “Why is it sexy that you’re so unprepared for this?”
He slides his fingers free, and I straighten, twisting my entire upper body this time so I can grab his head and pull him in for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, but I’ll be damned if I care.
Then I climb off the couch, move quickly to my discarded purse, and fish out the two condoms I keep in there. After quickly checking the expiry date, I hold them up.
Brady takes them, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Why is it so sexy that you are prepared for this?”
I give him a pert look, then get back on my hands and knees on the couch. “Guess we’re just two sexy people. Now, are you going to fuck me?”
I hear the crinkle of the wrapper, and then his hands are back on me, stroking up and down my sides. I feel his lips land between my shoulder blades. It’s sweet. Too sweet. I can’t do sweet, not when all we have is tonight.
“Brady. Fuck me.” I push my ass into his crotch and he grunts, but thankfully, takes the hint.
I feel him notch his cock to my opening, then start to press in. Slowly at first, but I’m beyond ready for him. He starts to move in shallow thrusts, his hands gripping my hips.
“God, you feel good.”
“Mmm,” is all I manage in return. Thanks to the earlier edging with my nipples, and the teasing of his tongue on my clit, it takes no time at all for me to race toward the edge of an orgasm. I do whatever I can to hold it off. I don’t want this to be over. And I definitely want him to come with me.
He grunts, pressing into me deeply, then swivels his hips before pulling back and pushing in again.
“Holy crap,” I gasp. “Do that again.”
A dark chuckle, and he does as I ask. After the third time, I feel my pussy start to flutter around him. “I’m gonna come, Brady.”
“Good,” is all he says, then a few thrusts later he adds, “So am I.”
When I cry out, my release crashing over me, Brady’s hips stutter, and I feel him swell inside of me with his own orgasm. His pace slows down and eventually stops before he pulls out slowly.
I flop to the side, tucking my feet under my body as I try to breathe and let my heart rate return to normal. Looking up, I see Brady staring down at me, his own shoulders heaving and his eyes hooded with satisfaction.
“Garbage can is in the kitchen,” I say, and with a nod, he moves to dispose of the condom. He’s definitely an athlete, judging by the lines of muscle in his body. When he returns, he sits down on the couch next to me and pulls me into his side.
“Not gonna lie, it feels weird to be sitting naked on your couch.”
“Weirder than fucking me on my couch?” I giggle, earning a laugh from him.
“Fair point.” He tucks some hair behind my ear with a soft, satisfied smile.
“We could relocate to the bedroom,” I suggest, drawing a circle around his nipple before sliding my hand down to wrap around his cock. “Unless you need to go.” My chin dips slightly.
He pushes my chin up with one finger. “We said this was only gonna be for one night, right?”
I nod. And the corner of his mouth tips up in a crooked smirk that’s way sexier than it should be.
“Night’s not over yet.” With that, he stands up and scoops me into his arms.
“Bedroom it is.”
I knew he would leave at some point. I didn’t expect to be fast asleep when he did. But apparently, that’s what happened, seeing as when I roll over the next morning, the sheets and pillow next to me are cool.
Brady’s gone.
It’s a good thing, I know. It had to be this way. A night of fun before I move on to my next adventure.
So when I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest, and the silence makes it clear my apartment really is empty, why does my heart ache?
I grab my sleep shirt off the floor and tug it over my head before padding out of my bedroom in search of coffee. But a note tacked to my front door makes me pause in my tracks.
Hurricane,
Thanks for a spectacular night. I thought about waking you up to say goodbye but figured it was better this way.
Take care of yourself,
Brady
I should throw the note away. It’s not like I’m ever actually going to see him again.
But something has me folding the note and tucking it into my wallet instead, right next to the creased photo of me and Mom the summer before she got sick, when we went camping in the Rocky Mountains.
Guess I’m feeling sentimental or something. Because this note and the memories of last night are coming with me to England.