to and I’m sorry about it, I forgot I told him he could stop in over the weekend. He just had exceptionally bad timing. I know you never liked him and the other things we can deal with. All I want is a chance, Brady.”
“A chance at what, Darren?”
“You aren’t going to give me an inch, are you?”
She took pity on him but she wasn’t giving in, so she gave her head a small shake. She wanted it all.
“Fine, I guess I better do it right then.”
Brady’s thundering heart stopped altogether when he got down on one knee in front of her and took her hand.
“Before you get too excited, I’m not proposing just yet. But just so you know, it’s every man’s dream to see the woman he loves go all pale and shaky when he gets down on one knee.”
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on her and she waited for him to go on.
“Brady, I think we could be good together and I just want you to give me a chance to make you happy.”
It was perfect, just the right thing to say, and she smiled at him before she threw herself at him, fusing her mouth against his even as he tumbled backward on the floor.
“That was quite a tackle. You could have just said yes.”
“Are you complaining?” she asked with a grin.
“With a feisty redhead plastered against me? Never.”
“Good.” Brady felt a strong surge of emotion inside her, the kind that clogged her throat and made her heart race.
Looking down at him, she saw him smile up at her and her belly flip-flopped. He was sexy as hell, his bright-blue eyes staring up at her.
Sitting up, she put her hands on his chest to brace her arms and she had an overwhelming urge to rock his world like he had hers.
Standing, she held her hand out to him and he stood before taking it.
She led him down the short hall to her bedroom. He glanced around before grinning at her and she was thrilled she could make him so happy. But she was about to do better than that.
Pushing the jacket he had on off his shoulders, she laid it over the back of a chair. Then she evaded him when he tried to kiss her, giving her head a little shake.
“What game are you playing, Brady? I want a kiss.”
“And you will get one. When I’m ready to give it to you. Sit,” she said as she gave him a gentle push and he sat on the edge of the bed.
Brady knelt in front of him and unlaced his shoes. She took them off and then his socks.
Briefly she debated what to remove next and decided his shirt had to go. Pulling it out of the waistband of his pants, she tugged it up and he helped her pull it over his head.
He seemed to understand she had a plan and let her take control. He sat, silent and strong, not giving her any reason to lose her nerve and stop.
She liked the feeling of control she had over him at the moment. She took her time looking her fill at his sculpted chest. He was responsive to her every touch.
Starting at his shoulders, she ran her nails gently down across his pecs and then lower down over his hard abs. His muscles contracted and his breathing got heavier.
Glancing up at him, she gave a devilish grin before she leaned forward and licked one of his flat, brown nipples. He sucked in a deep breath at the touch of her tongue and it only spurred her on.
Scooting back a little on the floor, she pulled on his arms until he got the hint and stood. Her hands went immediately to the buckle of his belt. She took her time undoing it and then tormented him further by pulling it out of the loops one by one.
Then she dropped it on his shirt. Trailing a finger just under the top of his jeans, she watched in fascination as the bulge under them got bigger and bigger.
She couldn’t resist placing her mouth over the jean-clad bulk and blowing a large breath of hot air on it. He moaned and his cock got impossibly harder.
Pushing the button through its hole and slowly lowering the zipper, she pushed his jeans down over his hips. He popped free of his clothes and his warm cock hit her in the cheek.
She giggled and he
“A chance at what, Darren?”
“You aren’t going to give me an inch, are you?”
She took pity on him but she wasn’t giving in, so she gave her head a small shake. She wanted it all.
“Fine, I guess I better do it right then.”
Brady’s thundering heart stopped altogether when he got down on one knee in front of her and took her hand.
“Before you get too excited, I’m not proposing just yet. But just so you know, it’s every man’s dream to see the woman he loves go all pale and shaky when he gets down on one knee.”
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on her and she waited for him to go on.
“Brady, I think we could be good together and I just want you to give me a chance to make you happy.”
It was perfect, just the right thing to say, and she smiled at him before she threw herself at him, fusing her mouth against his even as he tumbled backward on the floor.
“That was quite a tackle. You could have just said yes.”
“Are you complaining?” she asked with a grin.
“With a feisty redhead plastered against me? Never.”
“Good.” Brady felt a strong surge of emotion inside her, the kind that clogged her throat and made her heart race.
Looking down at him, she saw him smile up at her and her belly flip-flopped. He was sexy as hell, his bright-blue eyes staring up at her.
Sitting up, she put her hands on his chest to brace her arms and she had an overwhelming urge to rock his world like he had hers.
Standing, she held her hand out to him and he stood before taking it.
She led him down the short hall to her bedroom. He glanced around before grinning at her and she was thrilled she could make him so happy. But she was about to do better than that.
Pushing the jacket he had on off his shoulders, she laid it over the back of a chair. Then she evaded him when he tried to kiss her, giving her head a little shake.
“What game are you playing, Brady? I want a kiss.”
“And you will get one. When I’m ready to give it to you. Sit,” she said as she gave him a gentle push and he sat on the edge of the bed.
Brady knelt in front of him and unlaced his shoes. She took them off and then his socks.
Briefly she debated what to remove next and decided his shirt had to go. Pulling it out of the waistband of his pants, she tugged it up and he helped her pull it over his head.
He seemed to understand she had a plan and let her take control. He sat, silent and strong, not giving her any reason to lose her nerve and stop.
She liked the feeling of control she had over him at the moment. She took her time looking her fill at his sculpted chest. He was responsive to her every touch.
Starting at his shoulders, she ran her nails gently down across his pecs and then lower down over his hard abs. His muscles contracted and his breathing got heavier.
Glancing up at him, she gave a devilish grin before she leaned forward and licked one of his flat, brown nipples. He sucked in a deep breath at the touch of her tongue and it only spurred her on.
Scooting back a little on the floor, she pulled on his arms until he got the hint and stood. Her hands went immediately to the buckle of his belt. She took her time undoing it and then tormented him further by pulling it out of the loops one by one.
Then she dropped it on his shirt. Trailing a finger just under the top of his jeans, she watched in fascination as the bulge under them got bigger and bigger.
She couldn’t resist placing her mouth over the jean-clad bulk and blowing a large breath of hot air on it. He moaned and his cock got impossibly harder.
Pushing the button through its hole and slowly lowering the zipper, she pushed his jeans down over his hips. He popped free of his clothes and his warm cock hit her in the cheek.
She giggled and he
Similar Books
