Page 23 of Desired By you (Always & Forever #3)

My hand moves to cover his that’s placed on my knee, and I give it a squeeze.

Brad makes me feel safe. Maybe this is what I need to do to get over this fear I have.

I know he would never want more than whatever this is, and as long as I keep that in mind, this could work.

It’s just a friend helping out another friend.

I can get a grip on my feelings towards him.

“I want this,” I say, my throat feeling drier than a Graham cracker.

He gives me a nod in understanding, places his other hand on my other knee, and widens my legs.

He moves in a little closer, bringing his mouth to my ear, and whispers, “I’m about to make you feel so good, Mia Cara.

” His words have my insides quivering. I love when he calls me that. Holy hell, I’m not going to last here.

His mouth presses against my neck and moves to a sensitive spot on my collarbone I didn’t know was there, I flinch and giggle, and he moves back to look at me.

“Sorry,” I say shyly. “It tickles.”

He moves back to where he was and presses his mouth to the same spot, and I giggle again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m just nervous. You’re you, and I’m me, and this is…”

“I know, you just need to get out of your head, baby girl. Relax.” His use of ‘baby girl’ has heat flooding to my core.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I am in my head. The brain is such a powerful thing. Did you know that when we die, the brain still lives for like seven minutes and replays all your best moments?”

“Fascinating,” he says, amusement in his tone and a slight grin on his face.

“Isn’t it? It plays them like a movie, all your favorite moments, the people you love, all the important moments and people in your life as you cross over. The best parts of your life literally flash before your eyes. Isn’t that amazing? And—”

My rambling is cut off by his index finger pressing against my lips. “Baby girl, I’m trying to get you off here, and you’re rambling.”

“Sorry,” I mouth.

“Do you trust me?” He removes his finger. “Of course, I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I didn’t.”

“Good, let me try something.” He reaches for my robe and gently tugs and loosens the knot. It falls open, revealing my hardened nipples that strain against the silk fabric of my camisole. Slowly, he pulls the cord of my robe and gathers it in his hands.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers, putting me at ease.

I do as I’m told, and the silk fabric presses against my eyes as he ties it together at the back of my head.

“Now, all you need to do is focus on my touch and my voice.”

I swallow anxiously and nod as his hot breath dances across my collarbone once again, but this time, it doesn’t tickle.

He presses open mouth kisses up my neck, each one searing into me, sending bolts of pleasure right to my core.

His lips press to mine. It’s fleeting and not nearly enough.

My breathing changes to small pants of anticipation of his next move.

Strong hands grip my hips and tug me closer to the edge of the couch, and the tips of his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, and I lift my hips on instinct as he takes them.

I go to move my hands to cover my underwear, but his hands catch my wrists.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, Gabriella.

” It’s almost a growl, and it sends another bolt of pleasure in between my legs.

He releases me, and I do my best to relax my body.

“Do you know how sexy you look like this? Blindfolded, wrapped in silk and lace, and all mine.” A whimper escapes my lips as his hands graze the sides of my breasts, and his thumbs dust over my nipples.

He’s barely touched me, and yet I’m already close to the edge.

His hands skim under my cami that’s ridden up, touching the bare skin of stomach.

My body is on fire, and his touch seems to be the fuel that ignites it, and I want more.

I rotate my hips slowly, desperate for some friction, and I gasp when his thumb strokes over the lace fabric of my panties, just near my clit and I internally beg for him to do it again.

My silent prayers are answered when his hand slides inside my panties and he swipes his fingers through my folds.

“So wet for me already, baby girl.” He groans, and holy crap, I am, embarrassingly so, and yet, I don’t care. “Please…” I whimper. I don’t know what I’m asking, but I just know I need him to do more. There's a desperate ache building that I needed him to soothe.

“Is this you begging, Gabriella, because I could get on board with that?” he says with a slight hint of amusement in his tone as he rubs his finger in small circles over my clit and it pulls another moan from me.

“Yesss…” I hiss as he continues. I bite down on my lower lip to stifle the moan that wants to rip from me. Suddenly, he removes his hand, and I go to protest, but he’s dragging my panties down my legs.

My body hums in anticipation of his next move. When I feel his palms slide up my inner thighs, tiny tremors run all over my skin. I try to close my legs on instinct, but he clamps his hands down on my thighs.

“Relax, Gabriella, let me in.” His tone is firm but reassuring at the same time. I take a centering breath, reminding myself of why I’m letting him do this, and that thought allows my body to soften and my legs to widen.

“Good Girl.”

He repeats the movement, smoothing his calloused palms up my soft thighs, and I melt into the couch cushions when his hot mouth presses a kiss so close to my sex I think I stop breathing.

“Breathe, Mia cara,” he croons, wrapping his strong hands around my thighs and tugging me a little closer and then pinning them to the couch. He maneuvers me with confidence and ease so I am putty in his hands.

I take a moment to catch my breath, but it’s stolen the minute he slowly pushes a finger inside me.

“Fuccckkk,” he groans out.

“Oh, my…” I gasp in a mixture of shock and pleasure.

The stretch, the slight burn, and the building pressure feel too much.

It’s been so long since I had a man touch me like this, but for someone so strong and guarded, he's surprisingly gentle with his movements.

I may be opening up for him, but with every touch of my skin and kiss he plants on my body, I feel like I am experiencing an entirely hidden side of Brad Russo.

“Is this all for me? Is this what my touch does to you?” He adds another finger and begins working them at a pace that has my eyes rolling and my hips grinding down on his fingers.

I moan in pleasure. When his thumb starts rubbing my clit and he begins to work his fingers a little faster, my core tightens, a pressure so intense building that I have to grip the comforter that’s beneath me for something to hold on to before I fall over the edge.

My breathing has turned to deep, breathless gasps.

The sounds of my arousal fill the apartment and something unfamiliar works its way through my body.

It feels like an impending wave, one that’s about to crash its way through me and break me apart.

I grip Brad's arms. “Brad… please… I…” My words are lost when he brings his mouth to mine and presses a bruising kiss there as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

His lips leave mine and his hot breath fans my neck.

“Does that feel good, baby girl? Does this greedy pussy of yours like riding my fingers?” I swallow, fighting desperately to find a word that would accurately depict how I’m feeling right now, but I’m at a loss.

I feel myself tighten around his fingers, a shudder fluttering through my body as I grip the back of his head to stabilize and steady myself as I ride this wave of ecstasy.

“So fucking beautiful.”

This is nothing like I’ve felt before, and in this moment, I think I’d give, do, say anything he wanted. It’s all consuming. I don’t want it to end, and I surprise myself when I plead with him.

“More.” It falls from my lips on a breathless whisper.

“More?” He repeats and there is a hint of something in his voice that tells me he’s enjoying this, maybe just as much as I am.

“Yes.” I pant.

When his fingers curl inside me and he moves them faster, hitting a spot, it has me frantically searching for something to hold on to.

My hands meet his exposed forearm, and with every pump of his fingers, I feel the tight ridges of his muscle flex.

My inability to see heightens the feel of his skilled fingers moving in and out of me, the scent of his cedarwood cologne, a fragrance that will now be embedded in my skin.

My legs start shaking, a deep, hot pressure builds, and I think about begging him to stop because it all feels like it’s too much to handle.

I release the grip on his arm when I feel him his body move closer, his hot breath fanning my neck as his wet tongue glides up my exposed neck, then planting a kiss to my pulse point, that has my back arching in a bid to get closer to him.

“Good girl. Come for me, Gabriella, let go. I’ve got you.” His raw voice coaxes into my ear and that’s all I need to let myself go and give something to him that I’ve never given to another man.

My body convulses as I ride my high, pleasure unlike anything I’ve experienced before crashing through my veins, floods my body, and all I can do is ride the wave and let it take me.

The palm of my hand glides up my neck and applies pressure to my throat, needing more, but not quite brave enough to ask.

His movements slow as my body goes slack, and it takes a few moments for my breathing to even out.

I wince a little when he removes his fingers, hating the empty feeling.

My eyes blink rapidly when he removes the makeshift blindfold, and I look down at my half naked body, open and sprawled out on the couch before him.

I’m too spent to think about covering up, and weirdly, I don’t want to.

I look up and my mouth falls open when he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Mmm, so fucking sweet. Next time, I’m having a proper taste of you, Mia cara. ”

I’m still processing what just happened, but I know one thing for certain: I want to do that again. With him.