What You Need(70)
How was I supposed to think when everything about him—sight, sound, scent, strength—surrounded me? “It means conservative?”
“Very good, Miss Greene. You were buttoned up from the moment I first met you. But it’s a decoy play, isn’t it?” He delicately licked behind my ear and my entire body shuddered. “Let’s dispense with it.” He gripped the denim between his thumb and forefinger and pulled until the steel button slipped through the hole. “Next let’s move on to the zipper line offense. Which just means the most direct path with the least amount of resistance.”
Zip. My jeans were undone.
He mumbled about an easy cover play when my panties were no barrier for him.
“He uses the side to side sweep, looking for that elusive opening.”
My flesh went hot and tight. My heart thundered. I clenched my thighs.
“He’s blocked.”
“Sorry.”
“Next pass, he spreads out.”
Then my intimate skin was opened up with his tender fingers and I held my breath.
He said, “Lund goes deep,” in that whiskey-rough voice.
I groaned when he plunged a finger inside me.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Brady scraped the scruff of his beard down the left side of my neck.
“He’s searching, then he reaches out and finds that sweet spot.” He stroked me with renewed determination. “He drives toward the finish. Pumping harder. Faster. Deeper.”
“There. Right there.”
“Tell me you trust me to get you over the goal line.”
“Yes. Please. Just . . . don’t stop.” I was panting as if I’d actually run down the football field.
When that moment of release came, Brady’s voice stayed in my ear. Telling me I was beautiful, telling me I blew his mind.
I slumped against him, letting my arms drop, deciding in that moment that if ceding control to him resulted in this? I never wanted it back.
“Lennox.”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
When I glanced down, I expected to see my clothing askew, but he’d righted it. How hadn’t I noticed?
Oh, right. He’d blanked my mind to everything except orgasmic bliss.
I turned toward him.
Brady framed my face in his hands and kissed me. It was urgent, desperate, reckless. I wanted to climb him like a goalpost and wrap myself around him so tightly every millimeter of our skin would touch.
He tore his mouth free but kept his hands in place. “I want more of you.”
“You have all of me.” I’d never said that to another man in my life and the fact I’d said it without conscious thought scared me a little.
“It’s a big day for Jensen. He’ll come looking for us when he’s done with all the media stuff. I understand if you don’t want to stick around, but please understand I don’t have a choice.”
“You want to be here anyway. As you should be.”
“How pissed off would you be if I loaded your stuff into a car service and had it drop you off?”
“I wouldn’t be pissed at all.” I’d be relieved.
“Do you want to stay for the fourth quarter?”
“No. I’m sure traffic is ridiculous after the game, so I could get a jump on it if I left now.”
“You’re sure?”
“As long as you can come up with something plausible to tell your family on why I left without saying good-bye.”
“I’ll tell them you weren’t feeling well but you didn’t want me to miss out on the celebration.”
I smiled. “I’m so damn thoughtful that way.”
He laughed. “That you are.” He pressed another lingering kiss to my forehead. “I can call the valet stand. Eddie will coordinate with the car service. And you don’t have to pay or tip your driver. I want you to text me when you’re home, okay?”
“Of course.” I stood on my tiptoes and pecked him on the mouth. “Until tomorrow. Have fun.”
Chapter Sixteen
Brady
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I couldn’t sleep.
At five a.m., I gave up, threw on workout clothes and headed downstairs to my home gym.
Normally I crank the stereo while I’m on the treadmill, but I ran six miles in silence.
Except for the voices in my head that kept replaying the hot interlude with Lennox at the football stadium yesterday afternoon.
It blew my mind that I affected her that way. It really blew my mind that she’d told me that without artifice. It’d been a long damn time since I’d had that level of honesty from a woman. The more I got to know Lennox, the more I liked her.
The alarm to the side door buzzed and I stopped stretching to see who had shown up to work out this early. Both my brothers and Nolan and Ash had access to this space. I realized after putting in a state-of-the-art gym that it wasn’t any fun working out by myself. So I invited them to use it whenever it fit their schedules. A couple of times we’d even had private kickboxing instruction and Jens had brought his personal trainers here when he couldn’t get the time he needed with the Vikings trainers.