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shirt gaped open, giving him a great view of her cleavage. His cock swelled in his jeans and he shifted on the stool.
    She was gorgeous in nothing but his shirt and he wanted her again. Now that he had her in his bed, the pressure was off and he had time to tell her how he felt. There was no more need to rush her, he was confident she would continue to see him. They were good together. Amazing sex was only going to help him in the long run. Plus, there was still time tonight to fill her mind with nothing but him. He wanted to block out any other man she had been with in her mind. Until there was nothing left but what they had here tonight. Tomorrow was another day and it would give him time to bring up the hard stuff then.
    It no longer scared him, the strong feelings he had for her. Once he had seen her again and realized where his heart truly lay, he felt much better about the whole situation.
    It was cemented in his mind that he could make her happy. His heart skipped a beat when she turned her clear green eyes on him and smiled a little.
    Her hair was tousled, her cheeks pink and her eyes bright from his earlier attention. It had damn near killed him to take his time like that but in the end it had been more than worth it to see her shatter repeatedly in his arms.
    Thinking about her under him had adverse effects and he shifted again on the stool.
    Brady cleared her throat and looked as if she was about to say something but, looking at his face, she stopped. He tried to rein it in but it wasn’t happening, especially after she licked her lips and he got a glimpse of her tongue.
    He glanced back quickly at her eyes and there was a come get me look if he ever saw one. He wasn’t the type of man to disappoint.
    Grabbing her hand, he pulled her from her stool to stand in front of him. He spread his legs so she could move in closer and she laid her hands on his bare shoulders.
    Her fingers were warm and he couldn’t help but notice how her breasts were lined up perfectly with his face.
    From his lower seat on the stool he looked up at her face as his fingers went to the little white buttons on his dress shirt. He opened them one by one, her nipples going hard and puckered after the first one slid from its little hole. When he reached the bottom her hard nipples hooked the fabric and kept it from opening all the way.
    He couldn’t keep from staring at the skin he had revealed. Starting at the base of her neck he trailed his finger down the line between her full breasts to her bellybutton then grazed the top of her black panties.
    Her breath stopped and then released in a big whoosh when he started back up again. When he got to her collarbone he stopped and then used both hands to slide his shirt down over her nipples, strangling a low moan from her.
    But his patience was wearing thin. He needed her. Now.
    Pushing the shirt from her shoulders, he watched as it fell off her, sliding to the floor in a forgotten heap. She wrapped herself around him then, her arms going around his neck, and she hooked one of her legs over his. It was incredibly hot and made him impossibly harder.
    He saw her mouth descending and he rose up to meet her lips hungrily. There was no room for slow and sweet this time.
    Grabbing her ass in both hands to steady her, he stood from the stool. Her other leg came off the floor to wrap around his hips and he held her easily against him.
    He couldn’t quit kissing her, the taste of her filling his mind, clouding his brain until all that was left was the feeling of her warm, silky skin sliding against him.
    He wanted her under him and the closest flat surface was the island behind them. Letting go of her ass with one hand, he swept his arm across the surface of the island, sending their dishes crashing to the floor.
    Darren heard some of the dishes crack and shatter as they bounced against each other. It startled Brady and he felt her jump in his arms. But he didn’t give her time to object, laying her back