I gulp down the boulder in my throat and cut in. “Not just physical. I crave words, depth, Brody. But if I change my mind and decide that I want aggressive?”
“Aye, an aggressive connection. Lass, ain’t nothing better.” The depth of his tone becomes a caress against my chest.
I nod my head, attempting to clear my mind of all the filth and depravity roaming through it. My imagination has nothing on the vibes Brody gives off. My breathing shallows. My insides melt into putty at the thought of his body, which is already plastered against mine, being horizontal. Electricity crackles along my mahogany flesh at the thought.
Us on a bed.
Him fucking me.
His weight dominating me.
His muscles wrapped around me.
Pushing. Tugging. Constricting. Freeing.
His dick plundering the treasure I had only offered Lance too many agonizing years ago. I suck in air. The action powers the neurons in my brain enough to speak. “If I somehow crave raw sex, no strings attached, I’ll come crawling to you.”