“Now, where were we?”
“Shit.”
“What now?” I ask and glance at him over my shoulder.
He reaches for the handle on the shower door, agony all over his face. “I need to get a condom.”
I put my hand on his wet arm to stop him and his blue eyes brimming with need latch on mine. “How about you don’t.”
He goes completely still, his jaw tight. “Josie, I…I mean, we can’t…”
“I’m on the pill.” God, what am I doing? “It regulates my cycle,” I say quickly. As he stares at me like he can’t quite decide what to do, I give a shrug of my shoulders. “I kind of like the idea of us doing it without one.” His chest rises and falls quickly, like he’s having a very hard time wrapping his brain around my sudden rash decision to have unprotected sex. Although it’s not totally unprotected. I am on the pill. “I’m sorry,” I say, mentally beating myself for my rash stupidity. This is an affair. A guy like Brody doesn’t have sex without condoms, doesn’t trust that a woman is telling the truth when she says she’s on the pill. I’m sure famous guys have to be careful about not getting trapped into something they never wanted. I give a hard shake of my head. “It’s a bad idea, isn’t it. I’m sorry—”
“It’s not a bad idea, Josie.”
My heart jumps. “It’s not?”
“No, it’s not, not if it’s what you want.”
“What about what you—”
“I want what you want. I want to give you everything you want.”
“Why…Why is that?”
He takes a hard breath, and his chest expands. He goes quiet for a brief second, like he’s choosing his next words very carefully. “Let’s just say, I do.” At that non-answer, I nod, and he continues with, “I want this, and I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I’m clean.”
“I trust you,” I murmur, as my brain and body warm to the idea. “I’m clean too, and I would never do anything to deceive you. I know you guys must have to worry about that.”
His brow furrows as he frowns, and I can only guess he’s remembering something that isn’t pleasant, but I want to put the smile back on his face, so I slide my hand down and take his big cock into my hand. “Now, where were we?”
He growls, and takes me into his big protective arms and presses his lips to mine for a mind-numbing kiss as I stroke him from base to crown, and revel in the way he thickens in my palm.
“Jesus, I love the way you touch me,” he groans as he breaks the kiss and puts his mouth on my neck, his hand sliding between my legs to stroke my aching clit.
“Yes,” I groan.
“Were you touching yourself before I joined you?” he asks, and I grin, understanding he’s playing a game.
“Was I not supposed to?”
He growls in my ear. “You couldn’t wait for me, baby. You needed it so bad, you had to put your fingers in here.” He slowly slides a finger into my slick core, and I lose my ability to breathe as he strokes the sensitive bundle inside me, while the heel of his hand presses against my clit.
“I couldn’t wait,” I murmur as his other hand slides around my body to lightly stroke down my back. His touch is tender and soft, and even though he’s already been inside of me, and is about to again, the gentleness in his caress curls around me and takes our intimacy to a whole new level. “I woke up and you were gone, and my pussy was aching to be filled. That just wasn’t fair, Brody.”
“Jesus,” he curses. “Not fair at all. It was my mistake. I won’t let it happen again.” Pre-cum drips from his slit as my story turns him on, and while I was open and honest with my late husband, we never really engaged in sexy bedroom banter before. I never even knew I liked it until now. “But tell me how hard it was for you.”
Speaking of hard. I swear to God his cock just thickened another inch in my hand. I tug on him and his hips move, sliding in and out of my palm, and I love the way he fucks my hand like that.
“Well, I didn’t know what to do.” I groan like I was in total agony. “I was hot, and achy and had no idea when you would get back…”
“So you decided to take a shower to ease the ache and cool yourself down?”
“Oh no, Brody. Not at all.” I let go of his rock-hard cock, and he growls and takes himself into his hands. I back up and his finger slides from my sex, leaving me empty and disappointed, but I really want to tease him, maybe even torture him a little. There’s something about the way I get to him that fills me with pleasure.
“I came in here to use this.” I remove the nozzle from the shower cradle, and adjust the spray, until it’s a pulsating stream of heat.
“No fucking way,” he says, his voice deep and tortured,