Take Me Now (Take Me Series) (8 page)

Brady leaned over and unfastened the leather restraints.
“I’m sorry, Sari. I had no right. I never…”

Sari rolled away from Brady and stood. She picked up her
clothing from the floor, walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
She was a ball of emotion and needed to get away from him. Turning the faucet
to hot, she stepped into the shower with her back to the spray and leaned into
the wall, trembling.

She balled her hands into fists. She couldn’t even take a
shower without recalling the way that her flesh heated and turned to liquid
when she thought of him, of his tongue, his lips, his hands seducing every inch
of her body beyond anything that she’d experienced. Even her nipples still
ached from his touch.

How could she possibly return to work, or have any
semblance to the life that she had previously known now that Brady was aware of
her most guarded secrets? A week ago, she would have given her soul for the
opportunity to bed him, but now that he knew her so intimately she couldn’t be
more mortified.

Still, wasn’t it Brady that she’d been dreaming of for the
past months, Brady who filled her fantasies? Wasn’t this what she had secretly
longed for?

~~~~~~~~~~

When Sari returned to the bedroom she found Brady sitting
on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his head in his
hands.
 
His hair fell loosely over his
shoulders. He had dressed in a T-shirt and a faded pair of jeans with holes in
the right knee.
 
God, he was sexy as hell.

“I understand if you want to press charges,” he said.
 
He looked up when he heard her cross the
room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she was still stark naked. Her
breasts were firm. The hard nubs of her nipples peeked out from beneath her
long, wet hair. Her hand was splayed across the curls of her crotch.
 
She never looked more beautiful, more
seductive, more tantalizing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried not
to stare at her, but he was failing miserably.

“Sari, I…”

His words were cut short when she took his face in her
hands, and with a wicked smile, shoved it in the direction of her breasts.
“It’s game time, Brady Thompson. Fuck me.”

Brady needed no encouragement. He flicked his tongue over
her nipples, one then the other, drawing them into his mouth and nipping them
with his teeth.

Sari grabbed hold of his T-shirt and yanked it over his
head, tossing it to the floor. She ran her fingers over his smooth, broad
shoulders to the nape of his neck. Fisting a clump of his hair, she jerked his
head back until their eyes locked in a riveting stare
.

“Stand up,” she demanded.

Brady gave her a crooked smile and
obeyed. It was a nice change, Sari being in charge. He closed his eyes while
she trailed her tongue from the hollow of his throat to his nipple, teasing it
then taking it into her mouth and sucking hard while she unsnapped the buttons
of his jeans. She licked and kissed her way to his navel, sliding his pants
over his hips, to the floor.

Brady stepped out of them and
kicked them aside.

He felt the quiver in his gut when
she cupped his balls in her hand, wrapped her lips around the head of his
swollen prick and drew him deep into her throat. He released a ragged sigh and
fought the urge to explode in her mouth. He wanted her so badly, wanted to
plunge head first into her tight, sweet, pussy, swollen and pooling with hot,
tasty juices.

Sari liked the feel of his long,
thick shaft in her mouth and imagined it buried inside of her. It’s what she
had wanted for days, yet denied it. Hell, it was what she had wanted from day
one when Brady Thompson first sauntered into the office. And he wanted her,
too. He had gone to some extreme measures to make that clear.

Brady took her head in his hands.
“Sari, if you don’t stop, I’m going to… fuck, stop it,
now
.”

Sari released him with a sly smile
and stared up the length of him to his dark chocolate eyes, licentious and
smoldering. She loved having this power over him.

“You’re driving me crazy, woman.”
Taking her by the shoulders, he hauled her to her feet, p
ulling her down to the bed.
Rolling her to her back, he pinned her arms at her sides and parted her legs
with his knees.

Sari bit her lip when the tip of his penis butted against
her inner thigh, teasing her. She squirmed, arching her pelvis, waiting and
wanting to be filled with him.

Brady stared down at her coltishly and moved until the
pulsing tip of his penis pressed against her vulva. He loved that she cried out
and dug her heels into the quilt.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Say it, Sari. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Brady” she cried.

Leaning into her, he smothered her mouth in a deep
penetrating kiss, exploring, tasting, claiming her as his own while he cupped
her breast in his palm and squeezed hard. He rolled her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger, applying and releasing pressure. He nipped her lower lip
with his teeth then moved to her breast, sucking it deep into his mouth.

Sari arched her chest and bucked against him. Her head spun
wildly as she faded in and out of control, until every shred of her being
surrendered to his seduction, totally and unconditionally. She was Brady
Thompson’s
–
to do with as he pleased.

Brady lifted his head and stared down at her, wistfully.
Her hands were fisted in the quilt at her sides. Her head was thrown back
against the pillow, her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were closed.

As if sensing his stare, she opened her eyes and gazed up
at him. “I’ve wanted this for months,” she panted. “What took you so long?”

Brady smiled, coyly. “Had I known…
”

“
Please
.”

“No,” he said. “Not until I’ve tasted you.” Playfully, he
flicked his tongue across her abdomen, working his way to her soft, damp curls.

Sari squirmed impatiently and pushed his head lower.

Snatching her wrists, he held her hands at her sides and
sucked on her navel, teasing it with his tongue, his lips, knowing that every
second that he delayed, drove her further into madness.

Finally, he lowered his mouth to the hot liquid between her
thighs.
 
Trembling, she parted her legs,
dug her heels into the mattress, and offered herself up to him. He slid his
hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her.

An instant later, his tongue was circling her clit and his
hot breath was filling her. Parting her lips, he sucked on the moist, sweet
flesh, one side then the other, while his strong hands kneaded the cheeks of
her ass.

Sari cried out, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair as
she writhed, bucked and arched against him, trapped between wanting it to end
and wanting the pleasure to go on forever.
 
Then when Brady’s tongue slid inside of her, she lost all sense of
anything, with the exception of the sizzling heat coursing through every inch
of her body like hot lava.

She jolted to awareness when she heard his throaty voice in
her ear.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” Brady said.

Sari wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers
through his shoulder-length hair.

A heartbeat later, he smothered her mouth with a tender
kiss and slid inside of her, filling every inch of her with slow, deliberate
strokes. As his kiss deepened so did his thrusts.

Then unexpectedly, Brady broke the kiss and withdrew from
her.

Sari’s eyes flew open and she stared up at him,
thunderstruck.
“Oh
God,” she groaned. “
Please don’t stop
.”
How the hell the man could possess such control was beyond anything that she
could have imagined.
But then, this was Brady Thompson
–
calm, cool and collected.

Brady gazed down at her with a
pensive smile. He saw in her eyes, a reflection of his own passion. The game
was over, he realized. Not only had they surrendered their bodies, but their
hearts.

“Checkmate,” he whispered. His eyes
smoldered as he smothered her mouth, stifling her cry and plunging deep inside
of her. A raspy moan escaped his lips when her heated flesh tightened around
him like a fitted glove. With each new thrust, he claimed her as his own, over
and over until his pulsing shaft exploded inside of her.

Sari’s flesh convulsed and
shuttered in response. Her heart lurched and her body appeared to burst into a
trillion tiny stars. Still panting, she gazed up at him with a sated smile. Who
better to experience each and every one of her fantasies, than Brady Thompson?

Brady rolled away, drew her against
him and kissed her hair. He was definitely fucked
–
fucked
in the most agreeable way possible.