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Chapter Ten

Chloe stood in the shower, the hot water beading on her skin. Her body was still quaking from the orgasms that Brady had given her; she had no idea it could be like that, so intense and shattering. And he hadn’t even asked forthinthing in return.

No, he’d climbed off the motorcycle, his aroused state painfully obvious, and he’d gone inside. At first, she’d been confused, then she had been hurt, thinking there was something wrong with her, that he didn’t want her to touch him for some reason.

Then she’d remembered the way he was the other night, how he’d been so utterly controlled when they’d played three minutes in hell. Brady hadn’t given her any real indication that she’d stimulated him, except for his tight, long erection. That much he couldn’t control. She’d suddenly realized it was about control with Brady, just like it was with her.

He’d given to her, pushed her, shown her what it was to have real pleasure, and he’d walked away. It anotanother challenge, one that gave her power on one level and took it away on another. Take it if you want it, but don’t expect me to beg for you.

Smirking, she ducked her head under the pounding spray and smirked, shampoo suds running down her face and breasts.

Oh, she was going to take, all right, but not in the way she was sure he’d envisioned.

Brady lay in bed, the sensation of the cool sheets on his body almost too painful. He’d taken an ice cold shower, only to find that this time the frigid douse wasn’t working.

Growling in frustration, he rolled to his back, then moaned when the feel of the water surrounded his crotch, cuddling him in warm liquid. God, this wasn’t ever going to stop.

He was about to forget the damn rules that Chloe had created and storm into her room, crawl on top of her and ride her until she screamed for him to stop. He heard his door open quietly, a spear of light from the hallway slanting across his face then quickly disappeared. It was her, of course, and smiled to himself. She’d made up her mind to give Brady exactly what he wanted, and he was itching to let her do it.

Chloe licked her dry lips, staring at Brady’s bare back as he sprawled across his waterbed. Slowly, she walked to the bed, easing down to sit beside his still form. She couldn’t decide if he was asleep or not, then choose not to care.

She carefully laid one red fingernailed hand on his smooth flesh and felt him jump; grinning smugly, she realized that Brady was very much awake, and completely aware of what was going on.

Running her palms up his muscled torso, she massaged his body with sensual circles, punctuating the gentle ministrations with rasping scrapes of her nails.

Brady sucked his breath in when she began, and quickly became dizzy, forgetting to exhale. God, the things this woman could make his body do should be illegal. He gasped when she clawed him, then softly smoothed the marks away with her fingertips. He had absolutely no idea his back could be one big erogenous zone.

She shift slightly, sending gentle ripples up the bed, then he felt her delicate lips touch his heated skin. If had thought he was aroused before, he was even more so now. Brady wouldn’t be surprised if he punctured his bed with his erection. But he wasn’t going to take over; no, she had initiated this sexual encounter, and he wanted her to finish it.

Chloe nipped his skin, heard him gasp out her name, and smiled with satisfaction. Just wait until she got down to what she really wanted. With deliberate slowness, she tucked her hands under one side of his muscled stomach and pulled, rolling him over.

He was naked, wonderfully so, and the sheet over his hips had a distinct, high raise in it. She chuckled deep in her throat as she skimmed her hands over his belly and chest, pleased when his breathing intensified.

“I want to give you what you gave me,” she whispered huskily. “I want you to feel what I did; I want you to come for me.”

Brady let out a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a groan.

“I’m all yours, cher,” he answered, praying silently for control. If he wasn’t careful, this was going to end before it even really began.

She raised one arched eyebrow and smirked, then lowered her head, nipping down his jaw and throat. She deliberately avoided his mouth, remembering that he hadn’t kissed her, either. And she was going to play by the new rules he’d added to the game.

Working her way slowly down, she began to kiss down his chest, trailing her lips down to his bellybutton. She hesitated a moment, then slinked her body back up, pressing her curves provocatively into him. She heard him let out a tortured sound and smiled to herself, enjoying the power she so obviously had over him.

With agonizing and measured movements, she licked one of his hard nipples, her tongue sharp against his skin. She was going to kill him, Brady decided; he was going to die before she was done, and he couldn’t make himself care. A swift, white-hot bolt of lust speared him as she took his nipple in her mouth, sucking it then scraping it with her teeth.

Chloe crawled over his body and gave the same attention to his other nipple, reveling in his growls and quick intakes of breath. Moaning with her own excitement, she let go of his chest and again laved her way down his chest and abs. This time there was no faltering.

Chloe pulled the sheet away with one hand while she ran her other down his bare thigh, his muscles bunching under her fingers. She circled his bellybutton with her tongue, then moved lower, her mouth swallowing him in one, long stroke.

Brady arched a foot off the bed, his fists bunching in the sheets beside him. She was hot and wet around his erection, her tongue torturous sandpaper over his sensitive skin. She held him in his mouth for a moment, humming in her throat when he gasped in shock and pleasure. Then she was lifting her head, the incredible feel of her wet lips and scorching mouth pulling up closer to the orgasm he’d denied himself.
loe loe moved up slowly, then sank back down, his hard muscle pulsing inside her delicate orifice. Brady sucked in another breath, moving his hands from the bed to her thick hair, holding onto her as she created a tormenting rhythm. She felt her body quicken, her nipples hardening against her cut-off shirt, her crotch tingling inside her red panties. She stroked him with her palm as she took him in and out of her mouth, quickening the pace as she sensed him reaching the edge.

Brady struggled for breath, his body tensing as Chloe pushed him further, harder, than he could ever remember being. He was all nerve endings now, all sharp sensations and sweat covered heat. She took her mouth away long enough to whisper, “Come for me, Brady.”

His body did her bidding, opening like a flood gate and releasing as he cried out harshly, her name a deep chant in his throat.

Chloe waited until his body had stilled before easing herself up beside him, stroking his bare chest as his limbs shook with aftershocks. Smiling, she traced her fingertips up to his jaw and stroked his face, pleased to have put that look of letiletion on his features.

“I’m dead,” he croaked out. “I couldn’t have possibly survived that.”

She chuckled softly, then leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “No, I’m sorry to say you’re still alive and well. Even though I take it as a compliment that you think you’re in heaven.”

Brady rolled over, curling her head under his chin. He was afraid she was going to leave, and right now he wasn’t sure if he had the energy to chase her. So, he simply held her, absorbing her body’s warmth into his.

“Shhh…” he muttered, “I think I might actually fall asleep.”

Chloe lay quietly with him, disturbed that she actually felt right in his embrace. They were playing a game, giving and receiving pleasure, nothing more. There weren’t supposed to be strings attached, not for either party.

She waited until his breathing was deep and even, the weight of sleep taking over his body. Slowly, she eased out of his arms, assuring herself she was being ludicrous, she didn’t have any other feelings for Brady other than, maybe, friendship.

Quietly, she slipped back into her room and under the cold sheets.

Brady woke in the middle of the night, his sleep numbed brain trying to piece together what was wrong. Reaching out, he touched the other side of the large bed – and found it empty. Immediately awake, he sat up and searched the dark room. She was gone.

Damn it! Jerking the sheet back, Brady stormed across the hall and into Chloe’s room, fury in his blood. Without preamble, he scooped up a groggily confused Chloe, sheet and all, and carried back to his bed. Unceremoniously plopping her down, he stood above her, gloriously naked and puzzlingly angry.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded.

“What are you talking about?” Chloe slurred out.

“You left my bed, damn it! You crawled in with me, gave me the best damn blowjob I’ve ever had, then you slink out again? You didn’t even ask if I wanted you to stay,” he accused.

“But…but I thought…”

“Then just quite thinking,” Brady commanded, climbing into bed. Hovering over her on his elbow, he glared at her. “You’re not some five buck hooker, Chloe, so don’t act like one. Don’t ever, ever leave me like that again.”

“I…I…o…okay, Brady,” she stammered, allowing him to slide his arms around her and pull her against his chest.

She refused to acknowledge the way her heart melted at his harsh words, or that he had somehow read her deepest need to stay here with him.

Chapter Eleven

Brady woke slowly, the sun slanting in under his blinds to tease his eyes open. His body felt incredibly relaxed, and he had the most incredible sensation of a warm body curled next to him. It took him a minute to remember exactly what had happened last night; and when he did a wicked grin crossed his face.

They had given each other exactly what they’d each been craving, and then they’d spent the night wrapped around each other. At least they did after he’d gone into heom aom and brought her back to his bed. It bothered him, the fact that she thought she had to leave him. He wasn’t sure why it had made him feel so angry, or so lonely, when he’d rolled over to an empty bed. There was something there, something deeper that he didn’t want to delve into at the moment. No, he had ttertter idea about what to do.

Flipping over to his side, he quietly raised himself up onto his elbow and stared down at her, watching as her eyelashes fluttered while she dreamed. Smiling, he slowly lowered his lips to her cheek and placed a gentle kiss there, lingering a moment before he began to nuzzle his way to her ear. He inhaled her scent, welcomed the hot spear of lust in his groin, then licked the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe.

She whispered something in her sleep, her body moving back until it was molded against his. Brady continued to nip her neck, rubbing his stubbled cheek against the tender flesh then laving the red marks with his tongue. She moaned, then gasped, and he felt her breathing speed up.

Moving his hand down her hip, Brady skimmed over the mound covered by red satin panties, then slid his hand under her shirt while his mouth kissed down to the hollow between her neck and shoulder. Slowly, he worked his fingers up her ribs, smiling as he felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. Then he found her unbound breasts, the delicate skin an erotic contrast to his roughened palms.

Chloe hissed out a hot sigh, her body on fire with sensation. She had been dreaming of him, reliving their time together on the motorcycle, then again in his bedroom. The memory had seemed so real, the feel of his mouth on her, the way his hands had felt on her skin. Then the cool air of the room cascaded over her bare skin, her t-shirt slowly ascending her torso as warm hands lifted it. Still sleep fogged, Chloe complied with the silent request, lifting her arms as the soft cotton was pulled over her head. The minute the shirt was off, the large hands returned, cupping her breasts and kneading them with seductive care. The hot lips on her neck trailed further down her body, nipping her soft shoulder. Her body shuttered, a deep moan escaping her throat as her body bowed in pleasure.

Brady growled, Chloe’s reaction to his seduction everything he could have imagined. He played with her breasts, the pliant globes swelling in his palms as her nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Carefully, he turned her over so that her body was exposed to him, her flushed face and ready body taunting him to do more.

Leaning down, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling the sensitive peak between his teeth. She gasped, her body pushing up against his, her breath captured in her lungs. He pulled on the nipple, letting it draw back before making his way over to her other breast. Chloe’s head snapped back and forth, lightening slashing up her spine and into her blood as he continued to drive her crazy with his attention.

Brady was rock hard, his erection cushioned against her sheet tangled thigh. Her gasps and cries were making him insane, the need to be inside of her, the thought of feeling her come around him, was almost unbearable. Finally, he pulled away from her breasts and stared down at her, his breathing heavy as he watched her.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded softly. “I want you to know who’s making you feel this.”

She complied slowly, her heavy eyelids lifting as her porcelain blue eyes tried to focus. Brady was above her, his muscled chest heaving as his gaze burned into her. She felt him move slightly, his body weight shifting over her.

“Spread your legs for me, Chloe,” he demanded, his voice rough with lust.

Again, she did as he requested, widening her thighs so that he slid easily between them. Then he was against her, his erection rigid against hatinatin covered crotch. He threw his head back, his jaw clenching as he nudged her.

“Oh, damn,” he hissed out, letting his head drop. This was going to kill them both before they were through, he thought.

Slowly, he began rocking against her, the wet material radiating her heat as they moved in the mock act of sex.

“Oh…oh, God, Brady…”

Her voice was raw, the words on her lips a plea for more. And he was ready to give it to her. He rammed into her one more time, her panties an excruciatingly erotic barrier, then he stopped, his fingers determinedly grabbing her underwear, intent on ripping them away.

The sound of the doorbell was like a knife in his throat.

“Shit!” he cursed, his movements suddenly halted.

“Wha…what? Oh, no, God, Brady, don’t stop,” Chloe begged, her legs tightening around his waist.

He fell back into the love play immediately, his fingers hooking around the elastic at her hips. And the doorbell buzzed again – twice in annoying succession.

“Fuck!” he cursed again, knowing they weren’t going to be able to finish what he’d started.

He was mad as hell at whoever was at the door; ing ing off the bed, he slammed his legs into his discarded jeans with jerky movements.

“I…I…Brady…” Chloe stuttered, sitting up and watching him.

“Just stay here,” he told her. “I’m going to get rid of whoever is interrupting us, then I’m coming back here and we’re going to try this again.”

Chloe, still sleep addled, her body craving completion, nodded absently and stared as he stormed from the room.

Striding to the front door, Brady didn’t bother to button his pants, but yanked the door open instead.

“What the hell do you…” his tirade died in his throat as he stared at the person on his porch. “Belle?”

Chapter Twelve

He would have given her forty dollars and his cell phone to call the taxi back and asked her to spend the rest of the morning in town, if she hadbeenbeen hiccupping between her sobs.

“Belle? Belle, come on, come in,” he said, moving out of her way.

She came into the house with all all suitcase and walked straight into her brother’s chest.

“Oh, God, Brady, I just…I didn’t know where else to go…” she continued to cry, her tears soaking his bare skin.

Chloe had heard the commotion in the hallway and had crept into her room to grab a pair of sweatpants. She had to admit to being curious…and frustrated. They had been so close to actually having sex; she was still breathing heavily from the things he’d done and said to her. She had thought Brady would either scare the person at the door away, or bribe them to leave. But he hadn’t come back, and when she’d heard a female voice sobbing out incoherent words, Chloe had decided it was time to see exactly who had taken away her chance to have Brady.

She went into the hall, still braless under her half shirt, and walked quietly toward the front door. When she got there she saw Brady holding a small, blond girl while she cried into his muscled chest.

“I…I just…oh, Brady, it’s awful. It’s awful and terrible and I don’t know if I can survive…” Belle broke off on another hiccup and pulled away to look up at her brother. “You warned me, you said it would happen, and I didn’t listen…”

The petite blond turned her gaze slightly, her eyes skimming over Chloe quickly, then shot back to the tall form.

“Oh…oh, Brady, I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had…”

Brady turned and found Chloe standing a few feet away, watching them intently. Obviously he wasn’t going to get laid this morning. Sighing, he looked down at his little sister and gave her a strained smile.

“Yeah, well…Belle, this is Chloe Lane, my…roommate for the time being. Chloe, this is Belle Black, my little sister who’s supposed to be missing,” he introduced.

Chloe raised her eyebrow at the use of his word “roommate” but didn’t comment. Closing the space between them, the tall brunette stretched out her hand and waited for Belle to take it. When she did, Chloe gave her an understanding smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Chloe,” Brady’s sister said, then broke down again.

Chloe, sympathetic to both Brady’s discomfort and Belle’s distress, wrapped her arm around the smallerl’srl’s shoulders and led her to the living room couch.

“I assume you came here to hide out?” Chloe asked, bringing them down to the soft leather.

“I…well, yes, I gu-gu-guess,” Belle answered.

“Hum, well, you’ve picked the one place that I’m sure your father won’t look again.” The other girl gave her a quick, deer in the headlights look and stopped breathing. “No, don’t worry, your dad called and he and Brady fought; I think he got the message though. Why don’t I go get you a glass of milk, maybe that’ll help you…”

Belle’s face paled, then turned the oddest shade of green. Chloe didn’t say a word, just watched as the other girl composed herself. Ah, Chloe thought with an inner grimace, that was the problem.

“Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Belle nodded, but didn’t move; instead she took steadying breaths then looked up at Brady in the living room archway.

“I guess you don’t have an extra room,” Belle commented, turning her gaze down. “That’s okay; I’ll just go into town and…”

“There aren’t any rooms, Tink; it’s Mardi Gras and everything has been booked. Besides, Chloe is sleeping with me,” he said, staring hard at Chloe and daring her to say otherwise. When she didn’t, he continued. “There’s a room here for you, but only for a night.”

Belle gasped and swung her gaze back up, her face filled with hurt and rejection.

“It’s for the best, Tink. You need to go back home. John and Marlena, they love you; it’s not the same situation as it was with me. I understand why you left, I know what it’s like to be smothered and have to get away, have to prove the point that you’re an adult. But, Belle, you’re not me; you’ve taken your stand and dad and Marlena will have to understand that you are making your own decisions now. Besides, I’m sure Shawn is…”

He broke off when Belle broke into a wail, her voice bouncing loudly off the walls. Brady didn’t know what to do; he’d only mentioned Shawn’s name and…

“That’s it, isn’t it, Belle?” he asked angrily. “Shawn did something, didn’t he? Damn it, I told you…” He stopped to run his hands through his hair as he tried desperately to control his fury.

“Belle, ignore your brother,” Chloe said, overriding her sobs. “Men, they don’t understand a damn thing.”

She turned her eyes to Brady while she held the girl who continued to cry. “Brady, why don’t you go to the store and get some crackers and ginger ale.”

When he stood and looked at her, befuddled, she cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrow.

“Go on,” she prompted, “it’ll give us some girl talk time.”

Brady stared at the woman he’d been about to slam himself into not more than ten minutes ago who was now comforting his distraught sister. It was like some sort of weird comedy, and he was the butt of the joke.

Shrugging, he mumbled, “Hell,” then went off to his room to dress. He was out the door five minutes later, still as confused as he had been about his sister…and Chloe.

Chloe watched Brady go and made sure she heard his Harley drive away before she said anything to Belle.

“You’re pregnant,” she stated baldly, not surprised when the small girl pulled away and looked, shocked, at her. “I’ve seen the symptoms, Belle; you’re emotionally unstable, you’ve run away from your family and you practically threw up on my feet when I mentioned milk.”

The other girl didn’t deny it, she just looked away and nodded her head. Chloe gave her shoulders a squeeze of reassurance.

“And the Shawn you mentioned, he’s the father?”

Again Belle nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“He loves you?” Chloe asked, and held on tight when Belle sobbed again. “So, you’re pregnant by a man you know and love, you’re an adult, and your parents adore you? Why exactly did you leave then?”

Belle abruptly stopped crying and turned her head to stare at Chloe. Her mouth made little “o” as what she’d just heard sunk in.

“I…I guess I never thought of it that way. I mean, I’m letting everyone down and I’m going to be tying Shawn to me forever.”

“And Shawn doesn’t want to be tied to you? Have you even asked him? If he really loves you, then being bound to you isn’t necessarily a bad thing. He’ll probably be upset, sure, but that doesn’t mean he won’t love you…or your baby. After all, that baby is half his; and your parents are crazy about you. By the way they’ve been searching for you and from the things Brady has said, I can tell they love you very much. So, they’ll be grandparents a little earlier than they expected, so what? Look, the fact is, this is your decision. Whatever you want to do about the pregnancy isn’t anyone’s choice but yours. But you can’t make that decision, not really, not without knowing the facts.”

Belle listened to the woman who was a stranger and realized that she was actually making sense. She’d taken off, left without telling anyone what was wrong, and hadn’t considered that her baby would be just as loved by her family and Shawn as she already loved it.

“You’re right,” the petite blond said as she swiped her cheeks. “I’ve been selfish; I’ve let my raging hormones take over.”

“Well, you’re pregnant, Belle, so it’s understandable. Why don’t you stay the night and then leave for home tomorrow? Meanwhile, I’m going to get dressed and take a nice long walk; you need to have some time alone with Brady to explain everything.”

Belle gave a watery smile as Chloe gave her hand a little pat; she watched the beautiful brunette leave to room and listened as she headed down the hall. She didn’t know Chloe, but obviously she was an understanding person with a good head on her shoulders. She was exactly what her brother had been lacking his entire life. It looked like Brady had actually found the woman who was right for him; she just hoped he wouldn’t blow it.

Chapter Thirteen

Brady poured drinks with one hand, served with the other and watched Chloe move through the crowd while he did it. When they’d driven to work this afternoon, he’d put Chloe in front of him, positioning her between his legs so that she was snug against him. It wasn’t just the sexual thrill, he had realized with a healthy dose of fear, but it was also having her close to him.

His mind went back to the earlier conversation he’d had with Belle. She was pregnant and terrified, so she’d run to the one person she’d known wouldn’t judge her; he’d wanted to rant and rave, wanted to shake his sister and fly to Salem and beat the hell out of Shawn. He’de noe none of those things; he’d been the dutiful brother and had listened, held her, and backed what Chloe had said.

Chloe…Belle had told him that she her. She’d said she was surprised that he was smart enough to snap Chloe up, that the other woman was a unique find. Brady didn’t know how he felt about his sister bonding so quickly with a woman he was supposed to be having no ties sex with. Sex…hell, they’d done every sex act accept the actual mating, and he was so frustrated that he was walking around with a near constant erection.

He watched her lean over, her long legs flexing under her short black skirt as she took an order. When she turned, her loose hair sweeping around her, Brady’s eyes had strayed down to the bright blue dress tank top she was wearing, her full breasts pushing against the pliant material. She sent him a smoldering look and knowing grin, her gaze roaming his black t-shirt clad chest. God, if he didn’t have her soon, he was afraid he’d die out of sheer frustration.

Chloe waited the tables with her usual charm, smiling and flirting and giving directions like she normally did. But underneath, simmering under her skin, was a sexual need that Brady had created. She knew he was as irritated by their interruption earlier as she was. That fact had been evident when they’d taken his bike to work and she felt him pressing, hard and ready, against the small of her back. Belle was leaving tomorrow, Chloe thought, and the minute her taxi turned the corner she was going to jump Brady; she didn’t care where the hell they were.

The hours passed surprisingly quickly for Chloe, and soon the bar was closing down. The crowd had emptied out a few minutes before, and she watched as the rest of the staff disappeared, including Neil, the manager.

“Brady, where is Neil going?” she asked, turning to watch the older man walk out the door.

“He has some kind of family thing going on,” Brady explained, stacking the last of the clean glasses behind the counter. “He left us to close up.”

“Oh,” she answered, wiping down the bar while Brady checked the liquor stock.

He turned away from her, his mind working a mile a minute. They were alone, completely, the shades were pulled down over the windows, and the door was locked. A wicked gleam came into his eyes as he thought about Chloe, her skirt hiked up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove in and out of her.

“Chloe, I’ll be right back,” he said, then disappeared into the men’s restroom.

She watched him go with a curious look; he certainly had gotten quite. Well, that had at least given her a chance to think wicked thoughts. She and Brady were finally alone, without any distractions; she just didn’t know how he would feel about…wait, what was she thinking? This was the man who had driven her through the streets of Baton Rouge on his motorcycle, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm the whole way. She would just have to make her intentions clear when he came back out.

Brady came out of the restroom and pierced her with his eyes, his gaze hot and steamy as he scanned her body up and down. She felt an electric tingle start at her toes and shoot up her legs, pausing to curl in her stomach and crotch. Apparently they were on the same wavelength.

He walked to her slowly, his movements like a panther stalking his prey, and he circled her, as if catching her scent. She didn’t move, she just waited for him to continue whatever it was he was starting.

“I’m going to take you, Chloe,” he said in a deep, sensuous voice, “and you’re going to scream my name. You’re going to wrap your legs around me and bor mor more and I’m going to give it to you. Is that what you want, Chloe? Do you want me to give you another orgasm? Do you want me to slam into you until you come around me?”

She didn’t think she could breath; in fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if she fell down in a heated faint after his comments.

“Tell me, Chloe. I can’t touch you until you tell me,” he pleaded in a gravely voice.

“I want you, Brady,” she whispered thickly. “I want you so much that I hurt.”

He growled deeply, then lunged in to grab her, hauling her against him as he attacked her mouth. Chloe returned the kiss bite for bite, mating her tongue with his in quick, savage twisting motions. He lifted her, pulling her long legs around his waist, and carried her behind the bar. In one fluid on, on, he deposited her on the cool wood, his mouth still attached to hers while his hands roamed.

He jerked her shirt up, hungry to touch and to feel her moistening skin. His fingers went quickly to her front hook bra, snapping the button with his thumb and forefinger while his other hand brushed the satin material away. When her breasts were in his palms, the weight balanced there as he kneaded the soft flesh, he let go of her lips and scraped his teeth along her jaw. Her world was tilting, set on fire by the man who was driving her so wild. He lowered his head, taking one hard peaked nipple between his teeth, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure.

He sucked and pulled on the dark skin, reveling in her gasps and hisses, moaning himself when she grasped his hair in a tight grip. His erection was straining against his zipper, a painful reminder that this first time he didn’t think he could linger. But there would be other times, he promised his lust hazed brain, and let go of her breasts. He ran his hands down her ribs, over her hips and thighs, down to the hem of her skirt; he worked the material up with frantic movements, shoving it to her waist, while he continued to rain kisses on her flesh.

Chloe wanted to feel him inside of her, needed the fulfillment he had proved he could give. She was throbbing, her need a razors edge in her body and mind. When his fingers scraped up the inside of her thighs, her head dropped back in desire, the feel of his large, callused hands on her tender flesh an excruciating tease.

Brady followed the heat to her panties, pleased to find her soaked and burning; he yanked the delicate material away swiftly, replacing the missing material with his hand. He slid on finger into her, testing her, pushing her, and found that his plan was backfiring. She was so hot around him, so slick against his palm, that he knew there would be no problem gliding inside of her.

“Oh, God, Chloe, I have to have you,” he whispered hoarsely. “Say it, say you want me.”

“I want you, Brady, dear God, I want you. Now! Please, Brady, now!”

He moaned as she said his name in a husky voice, her pleas driving him mad. Quickly, he unzipped his pants, letting his erection spring free. He positioned himself between her creamy thighs and reached up to cup her face, determined to enjoy each inch he slid inside of her.

“Brady, Brady, wait…” she panted, “what about protection?”

He gave her a sly smile, raising an eyebrow in a wicked and knowing way. “Don’t worry, cher, it’s taken care of.”

“But, how…?”

He took her mouth to silence her, sucking her tongue as she relaxed then squirmed against him. He tweaked her nipples again, bringing her back to the mindless state she’d been in seconds before.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her.

She stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes glazed over, and nodded.

Brady watched her as he slid inside of, ag, agonizing inch by agonizing inch, filling her as he went. Finally, he was surrounded completely by her, his hard end butting up against her womb.

“Ah, oh, oh, God, oh, Brady, oh…” she let his name fall from her lips as he seated himself, her body quaking with the feel of it. She opened her eyes and found her gaze captured by hise moe moment of their first joining somehow erotic and pure at the same time. She’d never experienced something like this before; she didn’t feel at all nasty screwing him. Instead, there was a feeling of rightness, of joining that she’d never had with anyone else.

Then the moment was broken by Brady when he leaned down quickly to devour her mouth. She melted away, her body merging with his as she gave back everything she got.

Brady moved inside of her, his body fluid as her wetness eased his way. He set a steady pace, his tongue pantomiming his thrusting. He heard her gasp, felt her tighten, and knew she was going to come. Her body suddenly bowed, her walls squeezing him tightly as she shook with her first orgasm. He damn near lost it, almost let go, but he pulled himself back from the edge. He wanted to give her another orgasm, wanted to watch her skin flush and her breasts swell with it. And, hell, it was ecstasy to be inside of her, something he didn’t want to give up so easily.

He lifted her off the bar, wrapping her legs around his waist, and back up against the wall. She was riding him now while he supported her hips, moving and pushing as she directed. The glass rattled, the liquor bottles clanked, and Chloe slammed herself harder and harder against him, feeling him harden even more as he grimaced and fought back his own release. She was wild now, the feel of his hot erection rubbing against her soft insides, his movements sure and confident as he hit her g-spot over and over again, made her rabid with need.

She was pushing him, driving him to the edge, but he still waited. He wanted to come with her, wanted to have her tightening spastically around him. Then he heard her, the high whimpering of near completion, the husky undertone of desperation as she shoved them both to orgasm.

“Oh, Chloe, oh…oh, my God…I’m going to…”

He couldn’t stop himself; his body let go, spilling out in a hard bursts, and he felt her squeeze, her voice shattering loud as she came again, milking him as she did. He held onto her tightly, kept her lodged against him as her body arched and reached.

Finally, they both floated down, their breathing labored as the stared at each other. There were no words, nothing that could be said about the bond they’d just forged. It shouldn’t have been there, they both thought, it just wasn’t possible. No one fell in love this quickly.