On the Record (Record #2)(77)
Author: K.A. Linde

He pulled her forward until their lips were merely an inch apart. Her breathing was ragged. Her heart beating out of her chest at his declaration.

“And this is all I want,” he whispered before claiming her lips for his own.

Chapter 26

ACT LATER

Liz couldn’t have imagined a more perfect kiss. Brady’s lips, which were normally so demanding, moved with hers sensually, evocatively, captivatingly. They were joined as one, lost in each other’s tender embrace. It was just a kiss, and yet it was so much more than that. It held the promises that Brady didn’t speak.

Her arms wrapped around Brady’s neck as he pushed her gently back into the sofa. She knew that they needed to talk. There was so much left unsaid. But for now she let their bodies do the talking and knew the words would come when they were needed.

Brady’s hands slid under her sweater and ran along her firm stomach. She groaned at the feel of him. His touch sent shocks throughout her body. Her mind was lost to this man and this feeling, which she had never really been able to give up.

Heat radiated from their bodies as they moved against each other. More than a year’s worth of pent-up sexual frustration coaxing the fire between them. Liz’s fingers tangled in his dark hair as his tongue met hers and they massaged each other. Her legs bent almost subconsciously and pushed her pelvis up against him. Brady moaned into her mouth and she felt his weight shift until she could feel the hardness through his jeans.

He broke their kiss to pull her sweater over her head and then took a moment just to stare down at her torso with her br**sts spilling out of the skimpy black balconet bra she had chosen. She hadn’t known what was going to happen with Brady, but she sure as hell had decided to come prepared. He playfully snapped the strap of her bra with a dirty smirk on his face.

“Black lingerie?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“It’s what you wear when you want someone to see it.” She ran her knuckles down his jawline. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to, but just when I think that I have you all figured out, you surprise me.”

He grabbed her hand in his and kissed each knuckle softly. “Funny. I find that you surprise me constantly.”

Brady placed her hand on his shoulder and then dropped his hands to the waistline of her jeans.

“Sexy.”

He popped the button.

“Smart.”

The zipper dropped to the bottom.

“Funny.”

His hand slid under the material and dragged them down her legs.

“Kind.”

He placed light kisses up her calf, over her knee, and across her inner thigh.

“Delectable,” he murmured, nipping lightly at her black lace thong.

Liz groaned and pressed her hips up invitingly. He was going to drive her mad. “You sound like you’re going to eat me up.”

He moved the lace aside and swept his tongue gently against her folds. “I am.”

“Oh f**k,” she moaned.

Her whole body pulsed at his words. She just wanted him. All of him. As she had never wanted anyone or anything else in her entire life. Walking away had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but being with Brady was the easiest. It was just right. Like all the pieces fell into place and the world was singing to their tune and the entire universe was in alignment.

Her thong met the same fate as her jeans. His tongue swirled around her clit and she bucked against him. Brady forced her hips down roughly as he continued his work, sucking her clit into his mouth and nibbling lightly on the small bead. Her moans increased in volume and he took the opportunity to trail his index finger down her wetness.

He kissed her once more before pulling back and glancing at her panting on the couch. “Someone wants me,” he said, twirling his fingers in a circle over her opening.

“You think?” she groaned, throwing her hands up and gripping the armrest.

“I wasn’t sure. I think you’ll have to beg me for it, baby.” He planted another teasing kiss on her.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she murmured. “Just please, please . . .”

“Please what? Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. His fingers stilled and she nearly cried out in frustration.

“I think you’re going to have to do better than that. Your body is throbbing underneath me and I haven’t even f**ked you. I’m not sure you really want me,” he said, enjoying holding all the power.

“Brady, just f**k me. I want you to make me come. I want to surrender to you. I want you to make me see stars,” she pleaded with him. “Please take me. I’m yours.”

He smirked at her with that gorgeous f**king smile and then answered her pleas. Brady’s fingers delved into her wet pu**y as his tongue licked and sucked at her clit. Her back arched off the couch as she felt the first wave of orgasm hit her full-on. She had been anticipating him touching her so long that her body couldn’t even hold out for him. She felt his fingers work a come-hither motion against her G-spot and she lost it. Her walls closed around him as pleasure rolled through her body.

Brady left her legs trembling and hastily stripped out of his shirt and jeans. He sat down next to her, grabbed a fistful of her hair in his hands, and brought her face up to his. Liz stopped breathing as she stared into those commanding eyes, that commanding presence. She knew then that she would never be able to resist this man again. And she never wanted to.

“Do you want to see how good you taste?” he whispered, brushing his nose against her.

“Please,” she murmured.

Their lips met softly even as he held her in place. It was a beautiful contrast, just like their relationship. Hot, fiery, and demanding. Soft, intense, and emotional. When they collided, neither could escape the gravitational pull.

She could taste herself on his lips, and she felt her body reacting all over again. There was absolutely nothing Brady could do that would make her uncomfortable. She just wanted this man so badly that all else was lost to her. And he was lost to everything but her.

Brady’s hand trailed down her back and snapped her bra off. He eased her back down on the couch and covered her body with his own. One of his hands kneaded her soft br**sts while the other remained tangled in her hair. She wiggled her hips temptingly, trying to get to his cock. But he wasn’t going to give her an inch until he was ready.

“Demanding little pu**y,” he said as he shoved her hips back into the couch again.

Liz just whimpered in defeat. She was demanding, and she wanted him so badly. The buildup was torture, pure, beautiful, blissful torture, but torture nonetheless. Her body was all built-up tension again already, and she just wanted him to drive his dick deep within her and never look back.