(Astrid POV)
Eventually, that bigger part of me won out, and I began to kiss Brady back. I could not help but enjoy the sensation of his soft lips on my own. When I moaned and he thrust his tongue into my mouth, I tasted the whiskey on his breath and strangely found it to be more of a turn-on than a turn-off.
Brady slowly walked me back to the bed, and then climbed on top of me as he continued to passionately kiss me. A voice in the back of my head—not Rose—encouraged me to be careful, but I ignored it.
He flexed his muscles as he wove his fingers through my hair. He then started to gently trace his hands south—down my neck, across my shoulders, down my arms, and onto my waist.
It was only when I felt Brady reach for the tie of my robe that I finally snapped out of my Brady-trance. I broke the kiss and gently pushed him back.
"Brady…"
Instead of responding to me, he removed his hands from the tie of my robe, rolled onto his side, and hugged me tightly to his chest.
