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)
“Need these clothes off, woman. Now. Don’t make me shred them with my hands,” he mutters against my lips.
Holy hell, the great Brady Pruitt is impatient.
I guess I’m doing something right.
Honestly, it feels so good I wonder if just grinding alone will get me there. That’s not supposed to happen.
I’m normally the kind of girl who needs a lot of focused attention to come. Or maybe I’m just a girl who’s never been with a real man until now.
My hand falls between his legs, skimming over his jeans. What he’s hiding makes me bite my lip.
Oh yes, he’s huge.
We’re talking tree-branch thick. I’ve never been a big size queen, but when I have such a small sample size to compare him to, I’m terribly curious.
Brady finally gets a good hold on my shirt and pulls it off over my head. He leans forward, sliding it off my arms.
Then he leans back and stares in awe.
“Fucking beautiful.”
Oh my God.
I hate how red he paints me, even as I take the perfect opportunity to check him out.
I’m only human, and this man is fine.
His abs are model grade—though I’m half sure he’s tensing, just to give me a better view.
They’re weapons of mass destruction designed to ruin a woman’s sense.
In the wrong hands, this human wall could stop armies. Or maybe inspire a legion of war-crazed women to fight. Think Helen of Troy in reverse.
My eyes follow that delectable trail of pure sculpted flesh leading to that chiseled V plunging down his pants.
“Is that all from the army? Or do you just work out four hours a day?”
He raises a brow. “You think I’d blow that much time in a gym?”
“I think that’s the only way anyone could be this built.”
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through me, straight to my core.
But his eyes linger on my breasts. There’s a dazed look to his gaze, like he’s just woken up from a dream.
I know what’s coming before he reaches out and swipes his finger over my bra, where my nipple peaks through the material.
“Glorious,” he whispers.
“Underwhelming. If I knew this was happening, I’d have worn lingerie.”
“A man always appreciates that, but don’t get too stuck on the packaging. It’s what’s underneath that counts.”
“Flattery. You’re so terrible.”
“It’s the truth, Lena.” He says it with such a serious look, I can’t help but believe him.
Any other time, this is where I’d start having second thoughts. Maybe panicking a little.
But not with Brady.
His thumb glides over my hip, and even though the glazed look in his eyes hasn’t fully disappeared, he says, “We can go slow, if you want.”
Slow? After he’s got me this worked up?
Biting my lip, I shake my head.
“Are you trying to kill me? We can do slow later.” I roll my hips, watching as his eyes heat with pure blue sorcery.
“Deal.”
This time when he kisses me, I feel my leash snap.
Our lips collide with frenzied determination, permission to be uncivilized.
I think he’s burning, ready to claw his way out of his own skin just to ravage me.
I know I sure as hell am.
He reaches behind me to unclip my bra. His hands are greedy yet gentle against my skin.
I reach for his cock, loving how he curses, feeling how hard and thick he is. It’s enough to make me smile against his mouth.
Then he cups my breast in his hand, and my smile fades.
“Fuck me, Brady,” I whisper. I’m worried that I sound a little violent.
“Demolition, Sass. That’s the plan, unless you’ve changed your mind.” He gives me a wicked smile. “Last fucking chance.”
I squeeze his cock again, and man—oh man—he is going to rearrange me from the inside out. I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same, and I kinda don’t care.
His free hand tracks a hot trail down my side to the waistband of my jeans.
“Lena,” he rasps against my lips. “Tell me now.”
“No. Absolutely not,” I gasp.
“Then show me how soaked you are for my cock.”
“Brady Pruitt, I thought you wanted slow?” I laugh against his mouth as I shift onto his lap, rocking my hips again. Just so I get the pleasure of hearing him groan with hellfire flashing in his eyes.
He groans again, and his hands land on my ass, squeezing so hard.
I giggle from the high.
God help me, I giggle.
It should be ridiculous and a little embarrassing, but really, it tells me how different this is. With Harry, sex was always this dark chore anchored in his satisfaction. I was an afterthought.
Sometimes before the breakup, he’d get up right after it was over and leave the room, telling me he had work to do with his internship.
This sweet teasing feels nothing like that.
This is pure revelry.
No man has ever made me laugh so much. Even when I’m so horny I might combust, Brady still has a direct line to my funny bone.