Somehow Brady knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Knew when to tease and when to erotically stroke his tongue against hers.
He kissed her until her breath roller-coastered in her throat. Until her knees wobbled. Until her blood sang a wild, primitive tune, and she couldn't distinguish her crashing heartbeats from his.
Brady kissed her until she hungered for him. Ached for him. And kept on kissing her.
His fingertips stroked her jaw, caressed her ear, trailed down the column of her neck. Gasping, she arched into him. "Brady," she panted. "I want your hands on me." He cupped her breast, kneading gently, and she sighed out a moan. "Yes."
He sought her mouth again. His hand fumbled with her buttons, parted her shirt and slid beneath her bra. His thumb flicked over her n****e, a
