Chapter 6

CHAPTER

SIX

Bradley

I'm still pinching myself under the table, sneaking looks at Sabrina across from me in this neon-lit diner booth. She's all soft smiles and sparkling hazel eyes, and I can't believe she's actually here with me.

Every time she laughs, something tight unwinds inside of me.

"Tell me about your family," I ask, leaning in, my voice gravelly but low. This isn't just chitchat. I'm hungry for every detail she's willing to give.

She tucks a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear and dives into stories about her siblings' antics, her voice lively, hands painting pictures in the air.

Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I find myself laughing more than usual, soaking up her energy like it's the first warm sun after a long winter.

The clatter of plates and chatter around us fades as she talks. It's like we're the only two people in the world. I memorize the way her nose crinkles when she's amused, storing away bits of her like treasures.

"Your turn," she says after a while, sipping her soda. "What was little Bradley like?"

"Mostly mud-covered and chasing after animals," I admit, and her giggle hits me straight in the chest.

Dinner wraps up too soon, and I'm not ready to let her go. Not yet. The night is balmy, stars beginning to peek out, and an idea sparks.

"Hey, want to see something cool? The zoo's closed, but I can show you around," I suggest, trying to sound casual.

"Really?" Her eyes light up. "I'd love that!"

We walk to the zoo, side by side, close enough that our hands brush occasionally. My heart's working overtime, and I'm cursing every inch of space between us.

Once inside, I grab a flashlight and lead her through the nocturnal sounds of the animals settling down. "Come on," I say, "there's someone special I want you to meet."

We stop in front of the white tiger's enclosure, and her breath catches. "She's beautiful," Sabrina whispers.

"Her name's Sita," I tell her, pride swelling in me. "Want to get closer?"

"Can we?" There's a hopeful lilt in her voice, a childlike wonder that grabs me by the gut.

"Sure." I unlock the safety gate, always aware of the powerful creature pacing gracefully inside. "Just let her come to you."

Sabrina nods, her movements slow and respectful. Sita approaches, curious, and Sabrina reaches out, stroking the tiger's thick fur under my watchful eye. A smile breaks across her face, pure joy radiating from her, and right then, I'd do anything to keep that smile in place.

"Bradley, this is...incredible," she says, turning to me, her eyes shining.

"Seeing you happy makes it worth it," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. And it's true.

With every fiber of my being, it's true.

I let Sabrina visit with the tigress for a while before we finally take our leave.

I lock the gate behind us, my pulse racing. Sabrina's hand lingers on Sita's fur for a moment longer before she turns to face me, her eyes wide with exhilaration. The dim light of the flashlight casts shadows across her features, but it's like every line and curve of her face is etched into my memory.

"Thank you, Bradley," she breathes out, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Anytime," I reply, the words rough in my throat. I step closer, driven by an invisible force that pulls me to her like gravity.

Our eyes lock, and there's a silent conversation between them. All the questions from dinner, all the laughter—it's all there, but what burns brighter is this raw, unspoken need . My gaze drops to her lips, full and promising, and then I'm leaning in, no more questions, only this fierce longing that demands to be quenched.

The kiss ignites instantaneously, a flame to dry tinder. She tastes like the cherry pie we shared, sweet and tart, and it's a flavor I want to drown in.

Our bodies press together instinctively, the heat between us undeniable. I'm all rough edges and pent-up desire, and Sabrina meets me with a passion that tells me she feels the same.

"Office," I manage to grunt between kisses, because if we don't move now, we'll end up tangled right here on the zoo's cold floor.

She nods, breathless, as I grab her hand and lead her through the maze of enclosures. My office is a small, cluttered space filled with animal care books, schedules, and a desk that's seen better days.

But none of that matters when I close the door behind us and we're alone, away from prying eyes and the rest of the world.

"Bradley," she whispers, pulling at my shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.

"God, Sabrina." My voice is a growl, low and desperate. Clothes are shed in a hurry, each piece discarded carelessly. There's an urgency in the way we touch, explore, as if we're trying to memorize every detail of each other's skin.

"I want you to be my first," Sabrina says in a breathy whimper.

I go completley still.

"Your first?" I echo, hardly able to believe my ears.

Her cheeks color prettily and she looks away. In embarrassment?

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, but I take her chin and turn her to look at me.

I bore my eyes into her because I want her to understand what I'm about to tell her. "Fuck, Sabrina. You're killing me."

Her pretty little brow furrows. "I'm sor—" she begins again, but I cut her off.

"Stop apologizing, you beautiful, perfect girl. I love that you're a virgin. That means you're all mine ."

Her eyes are wide when I kiss her again and pull her flush against me, letting her feel my hard cock pressing against her through our clothing so she knows just what she does to me.

Sabrina trembles slightly, the heat of my body seems to both comfort and excite her. Her hands roam over my back, pulling me closer as if she can't get enough.

"Bradley," she whispers against my lips, her voice shaking with a cocktail of nerves and desire.

"Relax," I murmur, kissing her deeply, tasting the lingering sweetness that makes me want more. "I've got you."

She nods, clinging to me as I guide her towards the desk, sweeping off the scattered papers without a second thought. The sound they make hitting the floor is drowned out by our heavy breathing, the only sound that matters now.

Lowering her gently onto the cool surface, I hover over her, using my arm to support myself so I don't crush her with my weight.

Sabrina's eyes rove over my face with such intensity it nearly knocks the breath from me. "I trust you," she says, her voice steady despite the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

Hearing those words, something primal stirs within me. My heart swells with a mix of pride and protectiveness. "I won't let you down," I promise, and I mean every damn word.

Slowly, I start to explore her body with more purpose. My hands roam over her skin, mapping every curve and valley with reverence that only deepens my longing. Sabrina gasps softly under my touch, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she arches into me.

Every moan from her lips fuels me further, driving me to worship her body with mine. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the softness of her skin before reaching the barrier of her bra. A flick of my fingers and it's gone, tossed aside carelessly as I take in the sight of her—raw and beautiful in the dim light of my office.

Her breasts are perfect against the palm of my hand, soft yet firm, nipples puckering beneath my touch. "Beautiful," I breathe out, genuinely awestruck.

Sabrina blushes but meets my gaze boldly. The vulnerability there is almost my undoing. With careful movements spurred by a mixture of lust and a fierce desire to care for her, I position myself between her welcoming thighs. She wraps them around me instinctively, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.

"We can go slow," I assure her as I align myself at her entrance. The heat from her body calls to me like a siren's song.

"Yes," she breathes out, biting her lip in anticipation.

As I push forward slowly, feeling the resistance followed by a giving way that has both our breaths hitching, Sabrina squeezes my shoulders tightly. Pain mixes with pleasure on her face for a moment—a moment I soothe with a kiss pressed to her forehead.

"Okay?" My voice is almost unrecognizable to my own ears—rough and husky with emotion.

She nods rapidly. "Don't stop," Sabrina urges, voice laced with urgency as she adjusts beneath me.

The world narrows down to just us—the creaking of the old desk beneath us muted by our combined moans filling the room as we move together in an age-old rhythm that feels as natural as breathing.

Sabrina's nails dig into my back, and I welcome the sharp sensation, a perfect counterpoint to the heat that threatens to consume me. Her legs wrap around me, urging me closer, deeper, and I lose myself in the rush of pleasure that obliterates everything else.

And I fucking lose it.

"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry. Can't stop myself. Your little pussy…too good," I croak out. I can't go slow anymore. My animalistic instincts take over, and I'm pounding into her hard and fast.

"Bradley..." she cries out, her voice cracking with the intensity of her climax.

"Fuck, Sabrina." The world narrows down to the electric connection between us, the pulse of her around me pushing me over the edge.

I groan, releasing deep inside her, my climax shattering through me like a storm.

We're both panting, sweaty and completely spent. I collapse beside her on the desk, careful not to crush her under my weight.

The office is silent except for our heavy breaths and the distant sounds of animals settling for the night. My heart's still racing, but a deep contentment settles over me as I pull Sabrina into my arms, feeling her curl up against me.

"Just stay here," I murmur, pressing my lips to her hair. She smells like wildflowers and something uniquely Sabrina—intoxicating and sweet. She nods against my chest, her body relaxing further with each passing second.

Heaven. I'm in heaven.

And I'm never going to let her go.