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.”
