Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Talia whimpered a little and shifted in her seat. I placed my heavy palm on her thigh and pushed my foot onto the gas a little harder.
11
TALIA
Between Dakota’s insight into Brady and me and how possessive he got when he found Gage talking to me, I was beyond ready to be alone with him when we pulled into his garage. As soon as he put the car into park, I undid my seat belt and leaned over the console. “After all that scoring you did on the field, I think it’s time for you to—”
My sentence trailed off on a gasp when he crashed his mouth against mine. Cupping my cheeks, he tilted my head back, and his tongue swept past my lips. Then he hooked his hands under my armpits and lifted me onto his lap in an impressive demonstration of strength.
Straddling him as best I could while in the front seat of his car, I pressed against his chest as we kissed again until I was breathless. Then Brady opened the door and stepped out, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. “Hold on, baby.”
I twined my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder while he kicked the car door shut and carried me into the house. He headed straight for his bedroom, sliding me down his body to set me on my feet instead of onto the mattress. Gliding his hands down to my hips, he stared at me with hooded eyes. “I can’t believe I threw for five touchdowns today. Never in all of my years as a quarterback have I gotten that many passing yards in one game.”
“Being picked to start must’ve been a good boost to your quarterback mojo.”
“My quarterback mojo,” he echoed with a laugh.
I shrugged as I smiled up at him. “Renata was telling me how football players can be superstitious, so I figured it was a thing.”
“You’re so fucking adorable, but you’re wrong, baby.” He shook his head, his hold on me tightening. “Knowing that you were cheering me on is what pushed me to the next level.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, but it didn’t matter because he didn’t give me the chance to react before his fingers gripped the hem of his jersey and pulled it over my head. “And this has never looked as good as when it was covering your perfect tits.”
“I liked walking around wearing your name and number,” I admitted softly.
“Good because you’re going to be doing it again at my next game since we’ll be home before two on the road.” He reached behind me to flick the clasp of my bra and tugged the straps down my arms until it fell to the floor. Cupping my breasts, he murmured, “But I might get you one that’ll fit you a little more tightly so I can see these while you’re wearing it.”
Thinking about how angry he’d been with his teammate only a short time ago, I quirked a brow. “What if it makes you get all cavemany when we’re around other guys?”
“Shit, good point. I guess you’ll have to keep wearing my jersey instead.” He brushed his thumbs over my nipples, making them pucker. “Since your pretty tits are all mine.”
Bending low, he twirled his tongue around the pebbled peak, and I arched my back to press my breast closer to his mouth, making him chuckle. The deep sound of amusement reverberated through my body, and I trembled. “Please, Brady.”
His breath was hot against my skin as he grunted, “You want my lips on you, baby?”
“Yes,” I hissed, threading my fingers through his blond hair to press his face against my chest.
Teasing me, he flicked his tongue over my nipple and tweaked the other side with his thumb before he finally gave me what I wanted and sucked it deep into his mouth. My fingertips flexed against his skull, and he hummed in approval as his blue eyes locked with mine. Then he switched to the other side to pay it equal attention before kissing his way down my abdomen, his tongue circling my belly button while his hands went to the snap on my jeans.
“Kick off your shoes, baby. I need to get these pants off so I can taste your sweet pussy again.”
Desperate to get his mouth on me, I did as he instructed—while he did the same with his shoes—and then wiggled my hips to help him get my jeans and panties down my legs. He went on his knees to help me, and looking down at him while I was naked and he was fully dressed was a huge turn-on. His face was level with my pussy, and my inner walls clenched when he licked his lips with a deep groan. “Fuck, you’re already so damn wet for me.”