He lowers his mouth to mine, claiming me with a languid kiss as I slip my fingers under the hem of his black t-shirt and tug. We break apart just long enough for me to pull the shirt up over his head and then his lips are on mine again as I explore his body, running my fingers over the taut muscles of his chest and biceps.
I’ve never felt small in my life, but next to this man?
I’m positively dainty.
His wide chest is covered in dark, wiry hair and as I skim my nails over his pecs, I’m taken by the urge to feel him skin-to-skin.
“We need to get rid of all these clothes,” I say, moving to unbutton my shirt.
“I couldn’t agree more.” He brushes his knuckles across my cheek and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I want to admire every gorgeous inch of you.”
“Ditt—” I freeze, my gaze locked on his tattoo. The familiar roses creep up his forearm, a compass nestled among the blossoms as they continue up his biceps, winding around an intricate clock with roman numerals. I’ve seen the sleeve before and it’s just as gorgeous as I remember, but there’s an addition branching out from his shoulder that looks new. The ink is darker, the skin surrounding it red and raw.
Brady notices my stare and glances down at his left shoulder.
“I got it to remind me of you.”
Lilies. He got lilies.To remind him of me.
Tears sting my eyes as I study the addition, but I can’t seem to find my words.
“I’ve known from the moment we met that you’re the one for me, Piper. I’m crazy about you and there’s nothing I won’t do to make you happy.”
“I…” My throat tightens. What can I even say? I’m blown away by the implication. He’s so confident we’re end game he tattooed it on his body. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before and I certainly wasn’t expecting it, but damn if it’s not completely Brady.
Once he sets his mind to something, it’s a done deal.
I open my mouth to say as much, but he presses a finger to my lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m a patient man, Piper. I won’t rush you, and I’m not going anywhere. Just being with you is enough for me.”
It’s far more than I deserve, but I grab onto the sentiment with both hands and hold on tight as I crush my lips to his.
We make quick work of our remaining clothes and when I stand before him, completely naked, Brady looks his fill.
I do the same, mouth watering at the sight of his cock.
It’s long and thick, standing proudly at attention. A bead of moisture glistens on the tip and I want so badly to touch him, to join my body with his, but he’s right, there’s no need to rush.
We have all night.
“Damn.” He skims his fingertips over my hip and anticipation sizzles up my spine. “Every time I think you can’t get any prettier, you prove me wrong. Your body is perfect.”
I’m not shy and I love my curves, but hearing the words from him?
It’s a whole other level.
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Despite his muscular frame, Brady’s soft in the middle and I freaking love it.
He chuckles and pulls me close, the soft curves of our bodies melding as he captures my mouth, his beard scraping my chin as he deepens the kiss. The gentle burn is a welcome sensation, one that will leave its mark on me, irrefutable proof that I’m his and he’s mine.
My pussy clenches at the realization and I break off the kiss, gasping for breath as Brady trails kisses down my throat and across my collarbone.
The man is relentless in the pursuit of pleasure.
My pleasure.
It’s a heady feeling. I thread my fingers through his hair and guide him to my breast, desperate to feel his mouth on me.
