whispered.
His hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly before he lifted her and sat back on his heels so she straddled his lap. “Do you?” he asked in a hoarse voice that sent warmth rushing through her veins.
She leaned her head back, met his gaze. So much there—a mix of desire and worry, a tinge of doubt like he didn’t entirely believe her throbbing, wanting body.
“I want all of this,” she returned, searching his gaze. “I want you .”
A beat of silence passed with just their gazes locked, and then he shifted her up and down to connect their bodies as well. The broad head of his cock pushed, slick with her wetness, sliding past her folds and into her. She gasped at the pleasure-pain of his fullness stretching her. She met his thrust with one of her own, rolling her hips downward.
They found their rhythm, slow at first, acclimating to one another’s bodies. She gripped his shoulders and rocked; his hands came up to claim her breasts, calloused fingertips working her sensitive nerves into a frenzy. Quick, panting breaths left her lips, her heart thumping wildly.
“I’ve wanted you so long,” he growled against her ear. “So fucking long . You feel amazing.” One hand dipped down to press her clit and she cried out, bucking against him.
She dragged her nails over his scalp, through his sweat-damp hair, trying to stave off the climax building and knew she couldn’t for long. “I want to come with you. Please.”
Brady twisted and flopped them back on the bed, hammering into her, still playing her clit. His free hand came to hers, fingers twining, and pinned it by her head palm-to-palm. Nia met his gaze and couldn’t look away, not as warm tingles built down low, a heat threatening to set her on fire. The sensation was nearly too much but she held until she hit the brink and then cried his name, rocketing on waves of pleasure. He gave one final, brutal thrust into her and groaned his relief, then slumped onto her.
For several long minutes they stayed connected, unmoving. Her heart and breathing slowed at last. He was heavy and hot, crushing her lungs, but it was the most delicious feeling and she didn’t want to let go.
But Brady shifted first, slipping out of her wetness. He rolled off the condom, tied off the end, and deposited it in the trash by the nightstand. When he turned back to her, panic clawed up her throat; he parted his lips like he was about to say something, the frenzy of their love-making retreating and reality settling in again.
But no. No, she didn’t want to hear it—didn’t want to know about him leaving. She wanted one goddamn night and it wasn’t even midnight yet.
Her arms snaked around him and she pressed her lips to his nipple, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of sweat on his skin. Her gaze entreated him and whatever he was going to say, he relented and slid back down onto the pillows with her. Strong, gentle arms wrapped around her body, fingers trailing the length of her spine. She closed her eyes, feeling cared for and sated for the first time in years.
Chapter Six
Niara awoke in an empty bed.
Her arm stretched out as she blinked her eyes open, but found only cool, rumpled white blankets. She sat up, holding the sheet to her bare chest, and glanced around—no sign of Brady or his clothes, and the bathroom door lay open to show a dark room.
Shit . She slumped down and closed her eyes again. Her body had a comfortable, good ache like after a workout at the gym, and she’d slept wonderfully. Whatever time it was in the morning had bright yellow sunlight spearing through the blinds and poking around her closed eyes. Still, her heart hurt despite the happy feeling in her body, and she rolled on her side and curled.
One night. That was all she’d asked for, after all. And she’d thought that...that after everything that happened, everything they did, maybe it would turn out differently. Maybe he’d be there curled up
His hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly before he lifted her and sat back on his heels so she straddled his lap. “Do you?” he asked in a hoarse voice that sent warmth rushing through her veins.
She leaned her head back, met his gaze. So much there—a mix of desire and worry, a tinge of doubt like he didn’t entirely believe her throbbing, wanting body.
“I want all of this,” she returned, searching his gaze. “I want you .”
A beat of silence passed with just their gazes locked, and then he shifted her up and down to connect their bodies as well. The broad head of his cock pushed, slick with her wetness, sliding past her folds and into her. She gasped at the pleasure-pain of his fullness stretching her. She met his thrust with one of her own, rolling her hips downward.
They found their rhythm, slow at first, acclimating to one another’s bodies. She gripped his shoulders and rocked; his hands came up to claim her breasts, calloused fingertips working her sensitive nerves into a frenzy. Quick, panting breaths left her lips, her heart thumping wildly.
“I’ve wanted you so long,” he growled against her ear. “So fucking long . You feel amazing.” One hand dipped down to press her clit and she cried out, bucking against him.
She dragged her nails over his scalp, through his sweat-damp hair, trying to stave off the climax building and knew she couldn’t for long. “I want to come with you. Please.”
Brady twisted and flopped them back on the bed, hammering into her, still playing her clit. His free hand came to hers, fingers twining, and pinned it by her head palm-to-palm. Nia met his gaze and couldn’t look away, not as warm tingles built down low, a heat threatening to set her on fire. The sensation was nearly too much but she held until she hit the brink and then cried his name, rocketing on waves of pleasure. He gave one final, brutal thrust into her and groaned his relief, then slumped onto her.
For several long minutes they stayed connected, unmoving. Her heart and breathing slowed at last. He was heavy and hot, crushing her lungs, but it was the most delicious feeling and she didn’t want to let go.
But Brady shifted first, slipping out of her wetness. He rolled off the condom, tied off the end, and deposited it in the trash by the nightstand. When he turned back to her, panic clawed up her throat; he parted his lips like he was about to say something, the frenzy of their love-making retreating and reality settling in again.
But no. No, she didn’t want to hear it—didn’t want to know about him leaving. She wanted one goddamn night and it wasn’t even midnight yet.
Her arms snaked around him and she pressed her lips to his nipple, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of sweat on his skin. Her gaze entreated him and whatever he was going to say, he relented and slid back down onto the pillows with her. Strong, gentle arms wrapped around her body, fingers trailing the length of her spine. She closed her eyes, feeling cared for and sated for the first time in years.
Chapter Six
Niara awoke in an empty bed.
Her arm stretched out as she blinked her eyes open, but found only cool, rumpled white blankets. She sat up, holding the sheet to her bare chest, and glanced around—no sign of Brady or his clothes, and the bathroom door lay open to show a dark room.
Shit . She slumped down and closed her eyes again. Her body had a comfortable, good ache like after a workout at the gym, and she’d slept wonderfully. Whatever time it was in the morning had bright yellow sunlight spearing through the blinds and poking around her closed eyes. Still, her heart hurt despite the happy feeling in her body, and she rolled on her side and curled.
One night. That was all she’d asked for, after all. And she’d thought that...that after everything that happened, everything they did, maybe it would turn out differently. Maybe he’d be there curled up