“I don’t have any condoms. I don’t tend to travel with a hidden stash of them.” Brady was so relieved he laughed. She pulled her face out of his grip. “I didn’t think it was a particularly funny comment.”
“No, it wasn’t. I’m just so happy you’re not saying no. I have condoms, darlin’, so just tell me, are you more comfortable in your room or mine?”
“Why don’t you get the condoms and meet me in my room?” she suggested when they reached their floor.
He gave her one last sweeping look, his gaze filled with heat. “Be ready for me.”
Chapter Six
Leah made it to her room in record time. Once there, though, she sank onto the bed. She was sure this wasn’t a good idea, but dammit, she was tired of being the good girl, tired of being the one who dated only the guys she was “supposed to date”. Brady made her feel things she’d thought were impossible. Unrealistic. Things like red-hot lust, and that lust didn’t seem to hinge on who she was or what she could do for him. When he’d pulled her into the alcove and kissed her she had melted right away—it was simply too hard to fight against the tide of arousal he stoked in her. Though she knew getting involved with him wasn’t a smart idea since she was leaving in a few short weeks and would never see him again, she was tired of denying what she really wanted.
Biting her lip, she wondered what he meant when he said to be ready for him. Did he want her to undress? She looked down at her clothes. Shrugging, she took off her shirt, leaving her lacy, black La Perla bra on and then removed her boots and socks. Rising again, she shimmied out of her slacks. She took her clothing to her bag of dirty clothes and deposited everything inside, then grabbed her robe, wrapping it around herself.
She ducked into the bathroom to check her appearance and was brushing her hair when she heard a brisk knock at her door. Knowing he was probably standing on the other side of the door vibrating just like she was, she scurried to answer.
He ducked past her and turned around, his mouth dropping open when he spied her. “Holy mother of… Open the robe.” His tone brooked no argument. She noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing. Slowly, to tease both of them, she parted the sides of the robe and let it fall to pool at her feet. He closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened they were shining with a heat she’d never seen before from any man she’d slept with. She took a small step back. “Oh no, you don’t,” he warned, crooking his finger. “Come here.”
She moved toward him and when she got close he reached for her, bringing her into the circle of his arms, his hands resting possessively at the top of her butt. He kissed her and she latched on to his bulging biceps like a lifeline as his tongue plunged into her mouth, taking what he wanted from her. With a groan from deep in his chest he lifted her to press into his insistent hardness. Feeling just how big he was, she pulled away from his lips with a gasp.
“You’re so… I don’t even know what, Brady.” She glanced down at his arousal.
His features went taut with excitement as he rubbed his erection into her stomach. “Fuck yeah, darlin’, that’s what I want. I won’t hurt you, though, I promise. You can take me.”
He walked them both backward to the bed and pushed her onto it, following immediately after, covering her with his leanly muscled body. Pushing one thigh between her legs, he forced hers apart and she eagerly opened for him with a welcoming rise of her hips. “You’re so hot, baby,” came his raspy whisper, tickling her ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He pulled back and grasped the sides of her face in his big, rough hands. His eyes held so much heat that Leah felt herself melting from the outside in. Her sex heated and contracted around his thigh and her breasts scraped against their lacy confines.
“Touch me,” she begged him. She’d hardly gotten the words out before his mouth had descended on her neck, pulling strongly on the sensitized skin and forcing a huff of breath out of her mouth. “Brady…” His lips moved down to her collarbone as his hands swept down, pulling her breasts free from her bra before he palmed them, cupping and kneading in turn. Her overwrought brain could hardly keep up with the sensations bombarding her, but she knew she wanted to touch him. She needed to feel his bare skin against hers. “Take off your clothes.”
He looked up at her, the glazed expression in his eyes clearing. Sitting back on his haunches, he gestured to himself and then leered at her. “Do it for me.”
She sat up quickly and attacked the buttons on his shirt like a starving person would a sumptuous buffet. His eyes widened before they became heavy-lidded as she pulled his shirt out of his jeans and tossed it aside. Moving her hands down his chest, she wove her fingers through the light sprinkling of blond hair that led down to his flat, ridged abdomen, finally touching him like she’d wanted to during that photo shoot in New York.
“God, you’re perfect, Brady.” Letting out an involuntary moan, she scratched her nails over his six-pack and heard him gasp.
He grabbed one of her hands. “I had no idea you liked to play a little rough. I like it.”
Raising her gaze to his, she lifted an eyebrow in challenge. Normally she wasn’t big on rough sex, and the men she dated could best be described as “polite” in bed, but Brady seemed to bring out some crazy impulses. He flashed a cocky grin. Deciding to call him on his bluff, she grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged hard, pushing him to the side. Clearly he hadn’t expected that because he yelped as he fell, landing on his back on the bed, laughing. “Uncle, uncle,” he cried as she straddled him. “Mmmm, that’s a pretty picture.” He grabbed her hips and pushed his pelvis upward. “I’ve gotta get inside you soon or I’ll explode, darlin’.”
“All in good time. I want to play a little more first.” She gave him a smile and he moaned in response.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
Leaning down to him, she feasted on his mouth, nibbling on his full bottom lip before exploring inside. He held her tight to him and returned the kiss, finally taking over and rolling them both so he was on top of her again.
“This is hardly fair. You’re still fully clothed save for your shirt,” she protested as he attacked her neck again, running his tongue up to her ear, where he sucked the lobe into his mouth before biting down gently.
She bowed up and he moved enough to allow her hands to slide between them. Undoing the huge belt buckle at his waist, she asked him, “Why do all you guys wear these huge belt buckles, anyway? I noticed a bunch of the riders had them.”
“Checking out their packages, huh?” he retorted, tracing the outer shell of her ear with the tips of his fingers before leaning down to caress the sensitive spot behind it with his lips.
“No, they’re hard to miss. They’re practically obscene—almost like you’re trying to get women to check out your so-called packages.” Pushing him upright, she finally wrenched the damn thing open. Pulling the belt through his pant loops, she threw it across the room as he chuckled. She made short work of his snap and zipper and his cock was in her hand in a flash. She’d wanted to surprise him, and apparently she had, because his chuckle died in his throat as he hissed.
“Dammit! Give a guy a warning.” She squeezed him, stroking upward as his eyes drifted shut. She loved the feel of him, so hard, yet so soft, a contradiction, much like the man himself. Looking down, she saw a drop of pre-cum had appeared on the purplish head of his penis and she drew her thumb over it, spreading it around as he panted through clenched teeth. Never before had she felt any particular need to taste a man. If she went down on them at all she’d always pulled off before one could come in her mouth, but she had an overwhelming need to know what Brady’s particular taste would be like. Bringing her thumb to her lips, she licked and he groaned in response. “If you want any sort of finesse on my part we need to slow down, darlin’. I’m about to blow.”
“Funny, I was actually thinking about blowing—”
“That’s it. I can’t take this shit anymore. I’ve gotta have you now,” he snarled, risin
g and turning to pull off his boots and socks, then hauling off his jeans and underwear. She took the opportunity to shimmy out of her bra and panties. After grabbing a condom, he was back and levering himself over her. He rolled the condom down his impressive length and then entered her, obviously trying to be gentle as he gritted his teeth. She threw her head back, her mouth opening on a silent shout, her body going liquid to the slippery hot intrusion of his cock. A keening sound she hardly recognized as her own voice escaped her as he pulled back and thrust again, then remained seated deep within her.
He gazed down at her. “Do you need me to go slower? I don’t want to hurt you—you just make me crazy.” He shook his head slightly and her heart caught a little.
“No, I want you to take me, Brady. Take me fast,” she pleaded.
His eyes darkened even more. “I’m not sure you know what you’re asking, sweetheart. A pretty little thing like you isn’t used to a brute like me, I’m sure of it. Someone like you should have a nice guy who’ll make nice, gentle love to you.” He looked away, but not before she detected a flash of something. Regret? Pain? Insecurity?
Reaching up, she forced his eyes back to hers. “Brady, I’m sick to death of nice guys. I want a guy who’ll get me a little revved up. That guy is you. You get me revved up. Revved way up. Now, are we going to lie here and talk all night long or are you going to show me you know what to do with this beautiful body of yours?” She stroked up and down his torso, gently raking him with her nails, and heard a rumble erupt from his chest. Biting back a smile, she pulled him to her in silent invitation.
“Just remember when you can’t walk tomorrow that you asked for it,” he grated out before beginning to move. She hooked her ankles around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her, until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Her arms were around his neck, and when she pulled him down for a kiss, he bracketed his forearms on either side of her head, plunging his hands into her hair. Turning her head to change the angle of the kiss, he pushed his tongue farther into her mouth. Finally, he pulled back. “You okay?”
“Stop asking if I’m okay. I’m not a china doll, I won’t break.”
“All right, all right,” he answered, grinning. “Forgive me for trying to be a gentleman.”
“Don’t be a gentleman. Give me what I want.”
“And what do you want?” His wide-eyed gaze didn’t fool her for a second, but since he’d stopped moving again she knew she had to say something or risk having a coronary from unfulfilled sexual desire.
She went for shock value again. Looking him straight in the eye, she said, “I want you to fuck me.” Then she squeezed her internal muscles around him as hard as she could and he bit off a curse.
That got him going. “You wanna get fucked, huh? Oh, I’ll fuck you good.” With that, he pulled out. “Turn over. I wanna take you from behind.” She rolled over and he pulled her up, pushing a pillow underneath her. “Ass in the air for me, darlin’.” Plunging back inside, he began to thrust again with long, measured strokes. “Oh yeah, that’s better. Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, beginning to claw at the sheets as the ache in her pussy grew tighter. Grabbing her hips, he began to pull her back as he pushed forward and every sensation intensified further. “Brady…oh God, Brady…I can’t take it…”
He leaned down and nipped her ear. “Yes, you can, and you’re gonna. You’re gonna take everything I give you.” Rising again, he started pounding into her and before long she exploded, her heart thundering in her chest as her pussy contracted around him. She groaned out his name as her back arched, and his release followed on the heels of hers. Finally, both were spent, and Brady rolled to the side while she simply collapsed on her stomach and fought to catch her breath.
She’d never experienced anything like what she and Brady had just done. Whenever someone had used that statement about their world being rocked she’d always looked down on them with disdain, but now she knew exactly what they meant. As she sneaked a peek at Brady, who lay on his back wearing a smile of pure male satisfaction, gooseflesh rose on her arms.
Leah shut her eyes, willing the negative thoughts beginning to invade her mind to cease. She’d just had the best orgasm of her life and the good feelings had already vanished into thin air because she couldn’t stop overanalyzing or reminding herself how different she and Brady were. Rising, she scurried to the bathroom, feeling tears threatening to rise. He couldn’t see her cry. She didn’t let anyone see her cry. Brady would have far too much power if he knew how he affected her. She could never let that happen. This was a fling. She couldn’t get emotionally attached to him. She had too much to lose.
* * * * *
Brady woke up the next morning and rolled over, stretching out. Surprised to find the bed warm, he cracked open one eye. Looking around, he remembered where he was. Leah’s room. He grinned and rolled onto his back, but his grin quickly changed to a frown when he realized he was alone in bed and Leah was showering. He didn’t remember a damn thing after he’d had the most explosive orgasm of his life—he must’ve conked right out.
Way to impress her with your staying power, stud.
He thought about surprising her in the shower, but something made him hold back. Leah didn’t seem the type to appreciate a surprise like that and he didn’t want to screw up the tenuous bond they’d begun to form last night. As he lay there, additional insecurities crept in. Why had she decided to sleep with him? What did she want now? Should he get up and dress? Wait for her in bed and hope she was in the mood to fool around? Hating himself for the uncharacteristic waffling, he glanced at the clock.
Shit.
He had to be at the arena in an hour and a half and he still needed to shower, dress and eat. Sure, they could have a quickie, but the thought of lingering over her delectable body sounded far better than bending her over the counter in the bathroom and ramming his cock into her pussy for thirty seconds. He frowned. When had quickies become unappetizing?
The water shut off and he scrambled out of bed, searching for his briefs and jeans. Throwing them on, he put on his socks and was just shrugging into his shirt when she emerged from the bathroom fully dressed.
“Hey,” he told her, tamping down his irritation and disappointment at her appearance. Obviously she wanted to return to how they’d been before; like nothing had happened between them. Like hell. He stepped around her, ducking into the bathroom to take a leak and use her mouthwash. Exiting the bathroom, he headed straight for her. She backed up until her ass hit the desk behind her.
“Brady?”
He didn’t say anything, just planted his hands on the desk on each side on her hips. Pushing his body into hers, he forced her upper body backward. Then, grabbing her head with one hand and her hip with the other, he tilted her head and kissed her. Her gasp of surprise was lost as his tongue dove in and rediscovered the magic that was Leah’s mouth. She fisted her small hands in the front of his shirt and kissed him back. He didn’t let up until his need for her was slaked enough that he didn’t want to fuck her right through the wall.
Raising his head, he gave her a deceptively lazy smile. “Mornin’, sugar.”
“Good morning,” she stammered. He dropped his hand to feel the pulse point at her neck as it hammered. Good. He wanted her affected. There was no fucking way he was gonna be the only one reeling here. He had absolutely no intention of it being a one-time thing, either. He didn’t know when or even if his lust for Leah would ever be satisfied, and until then, she’d be in his bed. He’d make damn sure of it.
Back to my old self, and not a moment too soon. This uneasy shit is the pits.
“Wanna grab some breakfast after I shower?” he asked, backing up a tiny bit. He wasn’t ready to release her just yet.
“Um, well, I was going to go to the health center and do some rehab work on my ankle.”
He sent her a droll look. “You need to eat.”
“I will eat. After I work
out.” She wouldn’t look at him, and it was pissing him off. Did she regret sleeping with him?
He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced her eyes to his. “Dammit, Leah, we fucked last night and now you won’t even look at me.” Slowly her gaze met his and his head actually snapped back when he saw the cool, faraway look in her eyes. “So that’s how it is?”
“How what is?” Her eyes turned wary but she didn’t look away.
“You’re ashamed. You’re ashamed you slept with me. Well goddamn. That’s great, Leah.” He paced away from her and then rounded back and pointed at her. “You wanted me as much as I wanted you.” He knew he was getting irrationally angry but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
“I’m not ashamed!” she cried, straightening.
“You are. I can see it in your eyes. You can’t believe you fucked a lowly cowboy. Well, I’m sorry I’m not one of your banker boyfriends. I don’t wear five-thousand-dollar suits and drive a Lexus. I’m just a simple country boy.”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?” he roared, leaning toward her. When she shrank away he ran both hands through his hair, gripped the back of his neck and sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to scare you, you just drive me crazy. I don’t know what you expect from me. I am who I am, Leah, I can’t change that.” He stared at the floor, willing himself to disappear.
Generally speaking he wasn’t ashamed of his background or profession. Sure, he hadn’t gone to college, but hell, from what he knew, neither had she. She’d been skating professionally since she was sixteen. When would she have had time? And his job made him comfortable enough. He was the top bull rider in the world. His ranch was turning a modest profit. What right did she have to make him feel as if he wasn’t good enough for her?
She reached for him and he jerked away, turning toward the door. “I’ll let you go about your business. I won’t bother you anymore. You don’t have to worry about me trying to get into your pants again.”
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