She kicked off her snow boots. Then she hooked her fingers in the sides of her yoga pants and peeled them down her legs to the floor.
No underwear gave me a peekaboo glimpse of the pale curls covering her sex before her flannel shirt fell forward.
“I’ve got it from here,” I said, snaring her mouth in a teasing kiss as I unbuttoned her shirt. Once I had that done, I tossed it on the floor and lifted her camisole over her head. Then she was utterly, gloriously naked.
“Beautiful,” I said, starting the kiss at her mouth right on that temptingly sexy lip ring. I kissed her and let my hands roam, mapping the dips and curves and sweetly feminine grooves of her body.
I’d started out wanting to devour her and ended up slowing things down so I could savor her.
Every inch.
Then I realized there was such a thing as too slow.
As I nuzzled her breasts, I grabbed her hips and settled her on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees and trailed my fingertips up and down the tops of her thighs.
Lennox made a soft groan when I planted kisses down the center of her body.
As my mouth connected with her skin, I watched her head fall back and she arched, automatically parting her thighs wider to accommodate me.
My heart raced when I breached that barrier of curls with my tongue and found the sweet flesh nestled inside. I’d intended to take this slow and explore. Build her up and up and up and then send her soaring.
But I was too greedy. The taste of her too intoxicating. The sounds of her pleasure too addictive that I became obsessed with hearing her cry out over and over.
Twice.
Before I’d had my fill of her—I’d started to suspect I never would—she tugged on my hair and pulled me away from my new favorite part of her.
“Brady.”
I looked up.
“My turn.” She pulled my T-shirt over my head. She tugged on the waistband of my athletic shorts until I stood.
In the next moment she’d dragged my shorts down to my ankles and slid her wet mouth over the entire length of me.
“Christ, Lennox. That’s—” Incredible, amazing, god yes, use your teeth, baby. My other head prevailed and I curled my hands around her face. “That’s not what I want.” I smiled and traced the fullness of her lips. “This time.”
“What do you want?”
You. Looking at me like this. As often as possible.
And the weird thing about that silent proclamation was, it didn’t feel weird. It felt right.
“Scoot up into the middle of the bed and I’ll show you.”
As I started to follow her across the mattress, I realized I still had my shoes on. I stepped out of them and reached for the box of condoms.
Lennox wore a sexy smirk as she watched me roll on protection.
“What?”
“I can’t believe I’m here with you. It feels a little surreal.”
“For me too.” I crawled over the top of her, making sure as much of our skin touched as possible—her softness to my hardness. “So how about if I make us both feel good.”
I started to move inside her and she closed her eyes. I stopped. “Lennox.”
She slowly opened her eyes and the raw emotion I saw there went straight to the heart of me.
“Don’t hide that from me, baby. If being with me brings that beautiful light to your eyes, I want to see it. I need to see it.”
“Brady . . .”
“Let me in. Move with me. See how you move me.”
Lennox twined her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips.
I rested my forehead to hers, breathing her air, watching her eyes as I slid home.
“That feels amazing,” she whispered against my lips.
“That it does.”
“Is this time going to be slow and sweet?”
“Yes.” I smiled and bit down on her lip ring. “Until it gets wild.”
*
Lennox had her head on my shoulder and she was playing with my chest hair.
We’d fallen asleep but then the little nymph had woken me up with her mouth. So I was feeling very loose. Relaxed. And like the luckiest guy on the planet.
“Tell me what you did in Chicago and Charlotte besides attend meetings.”
I wondered if this would be Lennox’s thing—grilling me after every trip. I liked it. It gave me a sense of peace. “Like what?”
“Like . . . did you eat a Chicago dog?”
“No.”
“Did you eat Carolina barbecue?”
“I might have—I was too preoccupied both times to remember the food.”
Lennox got quiet.
I swept her hair back from her face. “I did do something a little . . . impulsive in Chicago.”
“Tell me!”
“I bought a motorcycle.”
She raised her head and looked at me. “You’re serious.”