“Forget about that,” he says so quickly, I stiffen. Is he having second thoughts? There’s an intensity about him that I’ve never seen before. Oh, God have I been reading this all wrong? Was he only kissing me because he thought Patrick could see? Did I make a fool of myself in the kitchen when it was clear Patrick was nowhere in the vicinity? I’m about to back up when he captures my arm to hold me in place. “Don’t tell me what you were thinking.” He picks me up and I gasp as he stalks down the hall. He practically kicks my bedroom door open, slams it shut and presses me against it. “Show me instead.”
9
Brody
My heart beats wildly in my chest as she runs her hands down my back, her lush breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard enough to score our clothes. Fuck, I have never wanted—needed—to be with anyone as much as I need to be with her. It’s frightening and exciting all at the same time.
With one arm around her, anchoring her tight against me so she doesn’t slip from my hips, I brush her hair back, my gaze moving over her face to take in the lust dancing in her eyes. While I want her—fuck, it might take more than the Shooters’ defensive end to pull her away from me—I need to know for sure this is what she wants.
“Josie,” I whisper, as her feet slide from around my back until she’s standing before me, gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes so full of desire I could fucking weep. I say her name again, and the lust retreats for a second, allowing understanding to take center stage.
“I want you, Brody.” She bumps against my thick cock, and I moan. “I want this,” she reassures me, after reading the concern in my eyes. “The fact that you’re worried about me, makes me want this—you—all the more.”
“What can I say, I’m a good boyfriend.” I’m making light of things, but there isn’t anything light about this moment. If I work really hard, I might be able to convince myself this is nothing more than sex between two people who barely know each other—been there, done that—but this warmth in my chest makes me think it’s a pivotal moment, like we’re crossing some imaginary line, and that is fucking scary because I don’t want to hurt her when I mess this all up. Not that we’re trying for a relationship here. I know better.
“Brody,” she murmurs. “Just us, just tonight, or just this week. Let’s not overthink this. Instead, let’s just have some fun. Like I said, it’s been far too long since I just let go.”
“Letting go is good.”
She grins, liking my answer, and slides into playful mode. “Okay, good boyfriend, what is it you wanted me to show you?”
I press my thumb to her bottom lip and she surprises me by sticking her tongue out to lick it.
“Jesus,” I growl, and shove my thumb into her hot mouth. She sucks me, and I nearly blow a load in my pants. I swallow and work to keep my shit together, but she has a small grin on her face. She likes what she’s doing to me. “Show me what you were thinking.” My thumb falls from her mouth, and I instantly miss her heat as she steps back, moving toward her bed. “Show me what you like,” I demand in a soft voice.
Her knees hit the bed, and as if the contact jolts something loose inside, her body stiffens, and she takes a fast breath. “Hey.” Her brow crinkles and she looks down. In two long strides, I’m right there, standing before her, my wet thumb under her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. “What is it?”
“It’s…nothing.” She smiles, but I’m not having any of that.
“Talk to me, Josie.” I take her hands in mine. I hold her tight, gently rub my thumbs over her wrists. “We don’t go any further until you tell me what just happened there.” She frowns. “We’re about to get naked and I’m about to put my cock inside you. It doesn’t get any more real than that, so please, be honest with me.”
“It’s…it’s been a long time.”
Warmth for the woman who’s standing before me, exposing her vulnerability, trusting me with it, fills my heart, and makes me fall just a little bit for her. “I know, it’s okay.” I cup her cheek and she leans into my hand.
“My late husband…he was the only man I’d ever been with. What if I’m…What if I don’t remember what I like?” Her loud gulp fills the quiet of the room. “And you…you’ve been with a lot of women, what if I dis—”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I grab her hips, and tug her to me, pressing my hard as granite cock into her stomach. “I want you. If you tell me no, fine. I’ll respect that. But just know that I’ll be leaving this room and won’t be back for a long time.”
“A…long time?”
“Yeah, I’ll be in the shower tugging one or twenty out.” I soften my voice when her eyes light with pleasure. “I want you. I have since I first set eyes on you. There is nothing you could do to disappoint me, and come to think of it, it’s not so bad that you might have forgotten what you like.” She angles her head, curiosity in her eyes. I pull on the hem of her sweater and slide my hands underneath to brush the warm, soft skin of her stomach. She sucks in a fast breath, a pink flush on her cheeks. “I think it’s going to
be a lot of fun exploring your gorgeous body and discovering all your wants and needs.” I lightly brush my lips over hers. “You said a few times now that it’s been a long time since you had fun, right?”
“That’s right.”
“You think this will be fun?”
“I think if you don’t get me naked soon, I might spontaneously combust.”
I chuckle at that, knowing the feeling all too well. “Lift your arms.”
She does as I ask and I peel her sweater over her head. Static makes her hair stand on end and she couldn’t look any more adorable than she does right now. But that thought leaves my head the second my gaze drops to take in her lush breasts, mainly the way her pink nipples are poking against her lacy bra. I wet my lips, and she moans in response, arching into me as I cup the sides of her breasts and lightly run my fingers over the soft material, wanting to go at her caveman-style, but I force myself to slow down and savor every goddamn moment, because everything in my brain is telling me Josie is worth cherishing, and might fuck me over in dangerous ways.