Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“Brodan,” I whispered tearfully. “Stop making me cry. It’s not sexy right now.”
He laughed against my lips and lightly brushed his mouth across mine. I reached into it, wanting more, but he held back. “I noticed the ones on your stomach are still there.”
“What?” I murmured, feeling pulled into a daze of imprisoned lust.
“Your freckles on your stomach. When we were teenagers, sometimes your top would ride up, and I’d see those freckles and think about exploring every single one. Fuck, you have no idea how many times I had to hide a stiffy from you.”
I gave a bark of laughter. “I didn’t know.”
He grinned. “I know. You were adorably innocent.”
My smile felt almost sultry. “If you move this along a bit, you might find I’m not innocent anymore.”
Brodan’s expression darkened. “I want to take my time with you.”
“You want to torture us, you mean?”
“Maybe a wee bit,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to my throat.
My fingers twitched at my side, desperate to reach for him. But I was also curious to see how this would play out.
“You had no idea what your smile did to me. How fucking beautiful you were. There were so many nights I wrapped my hand around my dick and fantasized about what it would be like between us if I just let myself have you.”
My breath hitched.
“Did you think about me back then? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?”
I nodded.
His eyes narrowed. “Did you think about me when you were with other blokes?”
Indignation rippled through my desire. “Did you think about me when you were with other lassies?” I countered.
Brodan nodded. “I’m ashamed to say I did.”
I closed my eyes. “We’re quite the pair.”
“Does that mean you did too?”
“Yes,” I confessed. More than once, I’d closed my eyes when I was with a boy and got off imagining it was Brodan. It wasn’t fair to them. It wasn’t fair to either of us.
“I did it a year ago,” Brodan murmured.
My eyes flew open.
“It was February 8.”
I let out a gasp. “My birthday.”
He nodded, his hands dropping to settle on my waist, as if he was afraid I might move away. “I … she was just some woman I met at a bar. The entire experience was empty. Once we started, I felt trapped in my own skin. I wanted to push her off, tell her to get out, but it felt like to admit that was to admit I was broken somehow,” he confessed with a sheepish, unhappy smirk. “You were on my mind. I wondered where you were, who you were with, if he had splashed out on your birthday, if there were kids that made cards with ‘Happy Birthday, Mum’ on them. And it still fucking hurt,” he whispered incredulously, “imagining it. Imagining your life without me. So I closed my eyes, and I pretended she was you.”
Heart beating wildly, I reached up and caressed his cheek. Brodan bussed into my touch, closing his eyes as if in pain. “We don’t have to imagine anymore. Let’s stop … okay? Let’s just be here. Right now. We’re here together now.”
His eyes opened, and a fierceness lit them as he nodded. “We are. And you’re still so fucking beautiful it kills me.”
“Aye?” I smiled, my skin flushing with pleasure. “Show me. Show me how beautiful you think I am, Brodan Adair.”
And so he did.
His hands moved up my waist, fingertips caressing across my ribs, and goose bumps prickled over my breasts. They were so heavy, desperate for his hands, his mouth.
“Brodan …”
His palms skated slowly down my stomach, and Brodan dug his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, expression determined and hot as our eyes stayed connected. Slowly, he unbuttoned and unzipped me, then tugged the denim down over my hips. They were my best skinny jeans and they clung tightly to me, so he had to guide them down, lowering to his haunches to do so. I felt his hot breath on my cotton underwear, and I shuddered with need. Bracing a hand on his strong shoulder, I lifted one foot after the other so he could pull off the jeans.
When he curled his large hands around my calves, looked up into my eyes, I felt a tug deep in my womb. It caused another rush of wet to dampen the material between my legs, and Brodan’s gaze lowered there. His hands climbed higher and then he glided his thumbs toward my inner thighs and demanded, “Open your legs.”
Another wave of arousal pulsed through me, and I moaned as I complied. Gently, he pushed beneath my underwear, and I gasped as two thick fingers slid easily inside me.
“Fuck, aye, fuck,” he muttered excitedly and then groaned as he rested his forehead against my stomach. “I forgot how amazing you feel.”
“I’d like to be reminded of how amazing you feel,” I said a little breathlessly.