And he’s definitely not a stranger, I reminded myself. Not anymore…
We’d walked halfway back to his bike when Brody had pulled me against a lamppost. His kisses had been sensuous, so unspeakably hot, they’d practically melted me right there in his arms. It had been a long time since I felt passion like that. Far too long since I’d been held in a way that made me feel wanted… and not just superficially but with a desperate, pressing need.
We’d continued making out in the middle of the park for what seemed like a long time, oblivious to our surroundings. His hands wandered downward, over my back, sliding dangerously below my hips. I’d gasped into his mouth as he cupped my ass, pulling me hard against him. Brody merely responded with a smug smile, nibbling sexily on my lower lip.
Our mouths churned hotly, our tongues dueling as they rotated slowly against each other. All around us, the world stopped. The lamppost became our own private island; a glowing steel beacon in the darkness of the empty park. No one came down the path we were on — not a single, solitary person. It was the most solitude I’d had since leaving Texas, and for some reason it felt utterly magnificent.
Back on the motorcycle, we arrived at my apartment all too fast. I was left standing in front of my building, handing my helmet back to Brody as he comfortably straddled his bike.
“Wanna come up?” I asked boldly. “For a drink?”
I really didn’t know who this new Holly was. But I knew I liked her a lot.
“Sure.”
We were in my apartment all of two seconds before we were all over each other again. This time there was nothing stopping us — no inhibitions or worries about being walked up on by anyone else.
No, it was just us, Brody’s rock-hard body pressing me hard up against the back of my door. His sweet mouth trailed kisses down my neck, as I helped him drop his leather jacket to the floor.
Oh wow. This is going to happen…
I swooned, clutching his head against me. Pulling him further downward, toward my breasts, even as his hands worked their way beneath my clothes to find warm, naked skin.
“I want you.”
It was all he said. It was all I needed. Two strong hands rolled up along my ribs, and I raised my arms for him as he pulled my shirt and sweater over my head.
We couldn’t get undressed fast enough. Clothes flew everywhere, and my eyes went wide as his incredible chest came into view. It was full and strong and hairless… and so unlike Malcolm. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to two big arms that were corded with muscle.
His face was in my chest now, buried in the perfumed valley between my breasts. I felt the welcome relief of my bra being unclasped, and then the warmth of his hands smoothing over them, my nipples stiffening in his two open palms.
“I… It’s…”
He nuzzled me, dragging his lips upward. His mouth closed over my areola, and I felt the slow swirl of his tongue.
“It’s been a while since…”
Brody responded by cupping me from behind. He pulled me tightly against him, our bodies molding into each other so perfectly it was like we were made for each other.
“It’s okay,” he murmured into my breast. An electric shiver ran through me as his palm slid downward along the flat of my stomach. Instinctively I was on my tiptoes, gasping, as his fingers pierced the waistband of my thong…
“We’ll go slow,” Brody grinned.
My mind was spinning, but my body was responding feverishly to his every touch. In a flash of clarity I realized I needed him, and not just his body against mine. I needed him inside me. Spreading my legs wide. Filling me up the way I loved and craved, the way I hadn’t been filled in ages, not since before my ex-boyfriend’s lame attempts at satisfying me.
I took his zipper down, and slipped my hand through his boxers. My fingers closed over his manhood, all warm and thick and heavy. The heft and weight of it was thrilling, even before it began coming alive in my palm…
Our eyes met, and Brody smiled mischievously.
“OH!”
In a whirl of speed and motion he lifted me over a massive shoulder. With one hand clamped tightly over my ass, his fingers slid deliciously through my thigh gap as he walked me across my living room.
“Bedroom,” he said simply.
I was already wetter than I’d been in my entire life.
“Door on the left,” I grunted.