Shameless(57)

Smiling, I try to calm the beating of my heart. “Why didn’t you pull over?”

He stills. “Babe, you deserve better than a quick f*ck in the enclosed cab.”

I hold my breath, afraid to give in to the hope blooming in my chest. Brady, we could be amazing together, I think, wishing I could say the words.

But then he flexes his hips, and the contact against my core feels so good, I moan. His grip tightens on my skin. “I swear I didn’t wake you up to get laid.”

I laugh, sitting up to strip off my shirt. “Sure you did,” I joke.

He reaches up and strokes my cheek with his thumb, the calloused pad of his finger trailing against my skin. “Kat, I’m serious. We can stop right now. I just came in to spend time with you. We don’t have to have sex.”

The fear I’ve carried around me all day begins to uncoil. He wants me for more than one night. I swallow. Maybe this isn’t meaningless for him. Only a guy who respects you, a friend, would say something like that.

And that right there makes me want to give him my heart. As stupid as that may be.

I don’t say anything in fear of uttering the wrong words. Instead, I lean down and brush my lips against his.

We kiss, and it’s gentle. He tastes minty, and I want to breathe him in. Fill myself with his scent and warmth.

When his lips part, I slip in and run the tip of my tongue against his. He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t push for more.

I tangle my fingers through his thick hair and whisper, “How about we get naked and then watch TV?”

His whole body rumbles beneath me as he laughs. “I like the way you think.”

He strokes my shoulders and breasts, and I arch into him, wanting to feel him everywhere.

What happened to the good girl who made a guy take her on several dates before she even considered going to first base? Yeah, she took a hike the moment Brady blazed into my life like a wildfire.

He fists my hair, making me tilt my head over as he holds me still. Arching up, he rubs his nose against my neck, sending goose bumps down my arms. “You always smell so good.” He breathes against me, the heat scorching my skin.

I close my eyes as he opens his mouth and nibbles the curve of my shoulder. That tender spot behind my ear. The slope of my jaw.

Mentally, I take a snapshot so I can remember this. I want to remember everything. So when this is over, when he’s gone, I’ll still have a little piece of our time together.

He makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat as he squeezes my breast and slides me higher so he can bring me to his mouth. “You have a beautiful body.” The sound of him sucking my nipple sends a bolt of lust through me. “I can’t lie. I really enjoyed waking up with you this morning.”

Yo tambien.

“Well, if you play your cards right, maybe you’ll get another naked wake-up call tomorrow,” I rasp as I rotate my hips over him.

“I like the sound of that. Maybe then I won’t have to jerk off in the shower while I think about you.”

I laugh at his admission. Closing my eyes, I can picture him in the shower. The way the water travels over his beautiful tattoos, how his thighs flex, the way every atom in my body lights on fire as I watch.

Clearing my throat, I run my hands down his hard chest. “I have a confession.” His eyes meet mine. “I may have accidentally walked in on one of your private bathroom sessions the other day.”

I’m not sure what I expect him to say, but his mouth tilts up in a devilish grin. “Really?”

I nod, feeling suddenly shy, so I glance down. He grabs my chin so I have to look at him. “And?”

“And what?” I lick my lips.

“Did it turn you on?”

A smile creeps on my mouth. “Yeah. A lot.” I thrust against him. “You were big and hard. Your tattoos were so beautiful under the water. And the way your hand moved over your body…” I can’t say any more.

His nostrils flare. “Did it make you wet?” he whispers.

He still has my chin in his big hand, so I can’t look away. “Yes.”

“Are you wet now?”

I turn my head so his fingers travel over my lips. They dip into my mouth, and I suck one deeper, enjoying the way his jaw tightens, like he’s wrestling with his control. When he slides out, I ask, “Why don’t you find out?”

His hand snakes its way between our bodies, and he slides my thong over and rubs my wetness up and down my swollen skin.

“Fuck, yes, you’re wet.”

“Brady,” I gasp as he strokes that spot.

“Let go. Let me make you feel good.”

My head falls to his shoulder where I breathe him in. Already I’m so close. I want to let go. But I want him to come with me.

I reach down to tug down his track pants, and he springs out. I pull my undies over more and trap him between our bodies to slide across his hot length. Sitting up, I grind against him slowly, the throbbing in my clit grows. He watches our connection with a fevered look before he groans. That deep, guttural sound urges me on. I thrust faster because having his hard cock rub against my sensitive skin is too much, and I can’t wait.

“I’m gonna come,” I pant.

He grips my hips, holding me in place as he flexes and moves against me, beneath me, stroking me in all the right spots.