Page 42 of Trust Me Always

“Time.” I swallow.

“Time?” He sets his can down on the counter, standing to his full, massive height.

“Time to figure it all out, I guess.”

Brady nods, slow and several times, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can help you out with that.”

The door closes, and in my peripheral, I see a streak of blond headed right this way. “How?” I rush, my heart rate spiking.

Brady pushes closer, not that there was much more room to go. I’m literally sitting on the edge of the counter, his body still positioned between my legs from when he caught me. Still, he manages to get even closer, and when his knuckle presses against my throat, dragging up until he’s hooked me by the chin, my head falls, my long hair tickling my lower back.

Suddenly his eyes fall, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they landed on my mouth.

“Brady?” We’re running out of time.

He swallows, and a small frown builds across my brow. “Trust me?” he whispers.

“Always.”

I get no warning. No explanation. No period to process.

The unthinkable, the utterly unexpected happens, and it happens fast.

Heavy, demanding lips drop to mine, and they waste not a second, coaxing them open with a swift flick of the tongue.

And what a hussy my mouth is, opening wide without a word of protest. Suddenly, my hands are around a thick, strong neck, and hands so massive they reach from belt to bra lock around me.

Our tongues tangle, my fingers jealous of the action and seeking the tips of his hair to do the same thing, but I never make it past the nape.

He’s shoved from the side, but he’s massive and pure muscle. He doesn’t budge an inch—he simply lifts his head, and my eyes are locked on his face, shock setting in at the sight of his swollen lips when he says, “Do you mind?”

Oh my god, those are Brady’s lips. Those are Brady’s lips because this is Brady before me, and they’re swollen from my kiss.

Our kiss.

“What the hell is going on?” This comes from Alister, and the question might be for me, but I’ve got no words. Only thoughts.

Holy shitbeing the loudest one.

“What’s going on is you interrupted us.” Brady glares, his hands still sealed on my sides. “Now if you don’t mind”—good God almighty, I kissed Brady Lancaster—“I’d like to get back to kissing my girlfriend.”

I can’t believe that just?—

Wait.

What?

Brady

Wait.

What?

What did I just say?

I look down at Cameron, whose cheeks are flushed and whose gaze is jumping from my lips to my eyes, not a single word coming out of that little mouth of hers.

I’ve rendered the little hellcat speechless, and I kind of want to tease her about it.

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