Page 4 of The Curveball
I take a step back, trailing my hand down his arm until it links with his.
“Good. Then do you want to get out of here?”
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SAGE
We endup in the back of a taxi, not able to keep our hands off each other, despite the poor person up front who’s driving us home.
We stumble into my low-rise apartment building, lips fused together as if we need to share the air we breathe.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath as we break apart. “What are you doing to me, Hurricane?” His forehead drops to mine, and my inner sex kitten arches her back and purrs with satisfaction when I realize he’s panting just as heavily as I am.
Then the nickname he just called me registers, and I rear back. “Excuse me, what did you just call me?”
I definitely see a blush on his cheeks now. “Hurricane. I dunno, it just came out. I mean, you did spin into my life out of nowhere, and it feels like you’re turning it all upside down. In a really fucking good way,” he hurries to say.
That kitten inside of me melts into a puddle of sentimental goo. I grab him by the back of his head and pull his lips back to mine for another kiss. When I feel those strong arms circle my waist, I decide to give in to the temptation I’ve had ever since I met him, and I jump.
He catches me, of course. My legs wrap around him, and now I really am climbing him like a goddamn sexy tree. I shamelessly grind against the considerable bulge I can feel pressed against my pussy.
“Just for tonight, right?” I say breathlessly.
“Just tonight,” he echoes before kissing me again.
“Third door on the left,” I murmur against his lips.
His long legs easily cover the distance to my front door. I unhook my legs and drop to stand before whirling around and unlocking the door.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, he spins me around, pulling me back into his arms. “Are you sure about this?” he asks in a low voice. “Because I’ll turn around and leave right now if you want me to.”
Instead of answering him with words, I unzip my coat, then immediately strip off my shirt and let it fall from my fingers to the floor. I hear his swift exhale as he quickly pulls off his own winter coat. Then his hands are on me, touching me, holding me, and exploring me. I grab the hem of his T-shirt and tug it impatiently up his torso. Seconds later, it joins mine on the floor.
Oh, hello…
This man is ripped. Stacked. Whatever other adjective you want to use for perfectly-carved muscle covered in smooth skin, with the right amount of hair dusting historso. My brain has blanked, but I still manage to subtly check my lips for drool before we kiss again.
Our lips fuse. Our tongues tangle. We trip over our clothes and shoes as we make our way over to my couch, which is far too small for us to stretch out on. But that’s apparently not what he has in mind when Brady pushes me to sit down and drops to his knees in front of me.
“Holy crap,” I say. My heart is racing at the sight of this gorgeous man on his knees. He just smirks and shifts forward to kiss me, catching my lips between his teeth and tugging gently.
“I thought you were a little rusty with women,” I half pant, half moan as he trails his lips down my throat. When he laughs, I shiver.
“Some things come naturally, I guess.” His lips land on the swell of my breast and he pauses, looking up at me. “Can I take this off?” he asks, fingering the lace of my bra.
I nod. Eagerly.
When he reaches behind me to undo the clasp, he kisses my neck again, letting out a rumbling, moaning sound that I swear I feel all the way down to my toes. As soon as my breasts fall free, he cups them, his thumbs swiping over my already stiff nipples.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. I open my eyes that I guess had fallen shut at some point, fully prepared to tease him about my face beingup here, only to find him staring straight at me.
Not my boobs.
Whoisthis man?
Brady ducks his head and laughs, and I realize I saidthat out loud. Shaking my head, I grab his chin and tip his face back up to mine.
“Forget I said that.”
