By Chance

Chapter Thirty Three : By Chance

Summer's POV

Kaine and Gracie's reception was hands down the best I've ever been to. Everybody was dancing, drinking (except Gracie, of course), and having a great time.

The food, the music, the people, and everything else in between was amazing. Plus, there was an open bar.

Can't go wrong with an open bar.

Brady's best man speech was beautiful. Had I not heard it five times beforehand as he nervously practiced to me, I would have been laughing and crying as hard as the rest of the crowd.

I've always known Brady was very academically gifted, but he also has an admirable knack for writing as well. He never ceases to impress me with the hidden talents he has.

Brady and I walk into our hotel room, both of us a little more drunk than we were last night, and immediately plop onto the bed.

Today's been nothing short of perfect, but it's also been very exhausting.

He slips off his tux jacket and unbuttons the top few buttons on his shirt as I slip off my heels and throw them on the ground.

When we're laying back down, we get into our usual cuddling position.

Brady's eyes catch my attention when he glances down at my left leg, then back to me, gesturing I put it on him.

I giggle and do as he wants, putting my hand up his shirt to rest on his stomach.

He moves his hand from right above my knee, slowly dragging it all the way up, just under the hem of my dress. I notice his breathing become deeper, slower.

His body pressed against mine, his hand leisurely traveling up my leg is all it takes for warmth to pool in my stomach, settling in between my legs. My heartbeat drops to where I need Brady most, and I suck in a breath at the idea of him inside me.

Suddenly, he's become a need. I need him. The closeness, the intimacy, the pleasure, the affection. All of it a necessity.

Admittedly, just a week ago I would have made an excuse to stop this sexual attraction and gotten up, avoiding having to break the news that I'm not ready.

But it's not a week ago, and I'm alone in a hotel room in Hawaii with my boyfriend that I'm wholeheartedly in love with and has patiently waited for me, putting absolutely no pressure on anything.

I need to get to know Brady in the most intimate way. I need to get even closer to him than I already am. I need to experience our bodies becoming one.

It's time, and I'm sure of it. I'm ready. More than ready.

Knowing that Brady would never be the first to make a move in this type of situation considering my past, I realize that I have to.

So, I do.

Using the advantage of the leg that's already around Brady's waist, I push myself up to sit upright on him, straddling his hips.

He looks surprised at first, but the shock quickly vanishes when I duck down and kiss him, my body melting from the sweet contact.

Even now, a few months after our first, there is still buzzing electricity each and every time we kiss. His lips against mine is always enough to send vibrations through my body and butterflies soaring in my stomach.

Resting his hand on my cheek, Brady trails his mouth from my lips, down to my chin, ending at my neck. I lift my head up to grant him better access, which he happily accepts. His warm, wet kisses make me moan, my hand moving to hold his head where it is.