Page 94 of The Curveball
I toy with the hem of his jersey, the only thing I'm wearing. “Ivy's asleep, and Enid gave me the all clear today. What do you think is going on?”
“Hurricane,” he rumbles. “Are you sure you're ready for this?” He takes a step toward me and then another.
“If I wasn't sure, would I really be standing in front of you with no panties on?”
“Fuck.” He sweeps me into his arms, carrying me swiftly through the apartment to our bedroom, only topause at the foot of our bed after setting me down. “And Ivy is okay?”
My heart melts. Even now, with sex hopefully minutes away, he's thinking of our daughter. I point to the monitor standing on top of our dresser. “Fast asleep with a full belly and a clean diaper. We've got some time.”
“It won't be enough to do all the things I've thought about doing to you over the last couple of months.”
He slowly starts to peel off his clothes, a striptease that has me burning with need in seconds.
“Oh really. I wonder if any of those things are the same as I’ve been thinking about?”
He chuckles, low and sexy, before kicking off his pants, leaving him clad only in tight black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the evidence of his desire.
“Well, let’s see,” he starts, planting his hands on the bed on either side of my feet. “I keep wondering if your breasts are still as sensitive as they were before. How long can you go with me playing with them before you combust?”
Shit. I wince, feeling some of my desire fizzle as I let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, no, that’s not on my list. Breastfeeding has definitely changed that. I’m not sure I’ll enjoy it the same way right now.”
Brady simply shrugs, his gaze still dark and heavy. “No problem.” He climbs up onto the bed on his knees before bending and kissing the tops of my shins. “What if I start at the bottom, instead? I'll cover every inch of your skin with kisses, starting here.”
And just like that, my desire comes roaring back. Iwould never have said my legs could be an erogenous zone, but something about Brady's touch, his fingers and lips grazing lightly over every bare inch of skin, makes my breath quicken. “That…that sounds like a good start.”
I gasp when he lays a kiss on my inner thigh, then whimper when he does the same to the other side, only this time he follows the kiss with a nip, the sharpness of his teeth an erotic counterpoint to the soft pleasure of his kiss.
Part of me wants him to move faster, to touch me where I’m desperate to feel him. The other part of me wants time to slow down, so I can be in this pure bliss forever. But there’s a baby in the other room that could wake up at any moment.
“Brady, please. Hurry.”
He chuckles against my skin, lifting his head as he runs his hands up the outside of my thighs, gathering his jersey as he goes.
“Impatient, Hurricane?”
The jersey goes over my head and is tossed to the side. I grab his head and pull him to me for a kiss. “Yes, and very aware of the fact that we’re on borrowed time.”
“Valid point.”
Lifting me under the armpits, he moves me up the bed until I’m resting on the pillows.
“But I’m not rushing this.”
His lips land on my lower belly a second later in an open-mouthed kiss. He trails more kisses over the soft, jiggly skin that still hasn’t bounced back from being pregnant. I suck in a breath, contracting my weakstomach muscles, before I can remind myself I don’t need to.
Of course, Brady notices, lifting his head to look at me, his hands resting right over the part of my body I’m feeling vulnerable about.
“You’re the most gorgeous woman on this planet, Sage. Every single inch of you is beautiful to me. But especially the parts of you that gave me our daughter.”
He lowers back down, kissing my belly again. “This part,” —kiss— “and this one,” —kiss— “and this one, too.”Kiss.
His lips land just above my clit, but instead of another kiss, he flattens his tongue and swirls a circle around my pussy, letting out a rumbling moan of pleasure that sends shivers through my core.
“You’re perfect.”
Two simple words. And then he descends on me like a starving man. Strong hands hold me in place as my hips start to buck and writhe, his tongue devouring me as he licks and sucks and drives me higher and higher. He adds a finger, and then two. There’s a slight pinch of discomfort as my body adjusts to the intrusion, but the second he curls his fingers and finds my sweet spot, I detonate. Grabbing a pillow just in time to muffle my screams.
When I blink my eyes back open, Brady’s stripped off his underwear and is rolling on a condom. He gives me a wink. “I know it didn’t do much last time, but I’d rather not have two under two.”
