29. Falling Into You
Chapter twenty-nine
Falling Into You
Chloe
I take him back to my place. Not some dark corner at the lodge, or hidden spot where nobody can see us. I’m done keeping this thing between us a secret. No more hiding.
The front door clicks shut, and I’m leading him to my bedroom. No teasing. No small talk. The thick tension crackles between us.
Clothes hit the floor. His hands are on me. My head’s spinning.
And now I’m kneeling on the bed, naked, when his voice cuts through the silence.
“Don’t move.”
His eyes are dark and greedy, devouring every inch of me.
Fuck, this is hot.
I freeze, not because I’m nervous, but because he told me to. And right now, Brody’s in charge.
His gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate, lingering between my legs like he’s already claimed every inch. His cock’s hard—thick, flushed, and aimed straight at me. He doesn’t need to say a word. I already know what he wants.
His tongue flicks out to wet his lips as he reaches the space between my thighs. His eyes crawl their way up, pausing at my breasts. That reverent stare sends heat pooling low, my skin prickling in anticipation.
I glance down, pleased to see I’m not the only one enjoying this.
He kneels in front of me, brushes my cheek with the back of his hand, feather-light, like he’s trying to activate every nerve ending I have. It works. My whole body reacts. I tilt my head, leaning into him, craving the one thing I need most.
His lips.
The kiss starts soft. Too soft for how fucking turned on I am. But once our mouths connect, I’m gone. My body takes over.
My hand wraps around his cock, thick, hot, already pulsing in my palm. I stroke him slow and steady, and the sound that comes out of him is so sexy.
A wave of heat rolls through me, slickness building fast.
I drop back, pulling him with me, but he has other plans.
Instead of giving me the weight I’m so desperate to feel, Brody straddles my chest. The view? Insane, no complaints here.
He grips his cock and slides the tip across my lips, teasing me with the salty pre-cum already leaking from him. I part my mouth, ready for a taste, but he pulls away, the smug bastard, and I groan like he’s denied me oxygen.
“I want you,” I whisper, my voice coming out more like a breathless plea.
“I know.” He smirks, cocky as hell and loving every second. Then he presses his cock between my breasts, holding them tight and creating enough friction to have him groaning, eyes rolling back. Fuck, I’m dying here.
I arch up, lifting my head to catch him with my tongue each time he pushes forward. It’s messy. He’s slick and hard and thick, watching him slide between my tits turns me on more. I want all of him.
“Brody, please,” I beg, fingers digging into his hips, urging him down, desperate for more.
He smiles like the devil. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Finally.
He moves down, his hands trailing over my breasts, my stomach, down to my thighs.
He spreads me open with that same confident authority that always makes my breath hitch.
I gasp as cool air brushes over wet skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in his eyes when he looks at me.
He stares like he’s starving. I’m wet and horny, laid out and wide open beneath him.
His mouth drops to my ankle, then begins its slow, unhurried climb. Calf. Inner thigh. Each kiss leaves a scorch mark. At last, his breath ghosts over my clit.
My whole body tenses. Anticipation, arousal, whatever this is, it owns me.
And when his tongue touches me— fuck.
There’s no warm-up, no teasing. He licks with purpose, circling, flicking, finding every damn spot that makes me twitch. I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop writhing underneath him. Fingers fisted in his hair as he works me over like a man possessed, until I’m right on the edge, clinging to control.
When I think I can’t take any more, two of his fingers slide inside, curling deep .
My back arches, pleasure building fast and hard. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let me catch my breath. He’s relentless, tongue working my clit, fingers fucking me deep and fast until I shatter.
The orgasm hits so hard I forget how to breathe. My legs shake, hips bucking as I come apart, pulsing around his fingers.
But he’s not finished. He stays with me, easing me down slow, his mouth soft, fingers gentle, keeping me tethered to the moment.
“Come here.” I pull him up, wanting to taste myself on his tongue. It’s filthy. It’s perfect.
He pulls back, breathless, eyes dark and hooded. “I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” My hand finds his cock again, guiding him to where I’m throbbing.
“So needy.” His grin is pure menace. He nips at my neck, trailing kisses down my jaw. “I fucking love it when you’re like this.”
I hitch my knees higher, spreading for him. “Then prove it.”
His eyes go darker, pupils blown with lust.
He lines himself up, pushes in slow. Too slow. Torturously slow. I want him to wreck me.
Then he does.
One solid, perfect thrust and I’m full, stretched, gasping for air.
“Believe me now?” His voice is thick with concentration, the tendons in his jaw twitching as he tries to keep his control.
I know how to push him over the edge. My fingers find my nipples, tweaking them the way he likes, dragging them between my fingers until I’m gasping again. His eyes drop like I’ve cast a spell.
“I think you can do better than that,” I tease, giving my nipples another slow tug, letting the electric pleasure shoot from my tits down to my clit.
Brody growls. Removes my hand. Replaces it with his mouth. God, that tongue of his. He bites, sending shocks of pleasure ricocheting through me.
He thrusts deeper, harder, and it’s everything. My body’s right back on the brink, and he knows it.
“You feel so fucking good.” He groans, his forehead pressed against mine, breath hot against my lips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, dragging him deeper, wanting him to fill me completely.
His rhythm picks up. Fast. Wild. That reckless pace where it’s all about to snap.
He drops to his elbows, his body covering mine, and all I can feel is heat and pressure and that steady, glorious drive.
Then his teeth sink into my neck.
Yes.
I don’t care if it bruises. I want it to bruise. I want the mark. I want the memory. I want him.
“Chloe…” he gasps, hips slamming into mine as his rhythm falters.
And I lose it.
My pussy grips him, tight and pulsing. “Fuck,” he bites out, thrusting harder, completely gone in the feel of it.
The timing is perfect. His cock jerks deep inside me as he comes, while I’m still riding my own wave.
I wrap around him, arms, legs, everything, clinging like I’m never letting go .
He kisses my temple, then my jaw. I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips.
“You’re amazing,” he breathes, as he rolls to lie beside me, still tangled together. His cock slips free, and damn, I already miss him.
I snuggle closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
Of course, my mouth betrays me.
“If I’m so amazing, then you shouldn’t want to leave.”
Shit.
Why did I say that?
Spent. Soft. Stupid. That vulnerable place where the truth slips out before you can shove it back in.
Brody stills, the silence stretching way too long.
“It’s the nature of the beast,” he says eventually, his fingers tracing soft shapes down my spine. “Travel is part of what I do. Hell, it’s how I get to do what I do.”
“I know,” my voice muffled against his neck, wishing I could rewind the last thirty seconds and stuff those words back down my throat. “It’s your job. I shouldn’t have said that.”
He kisses the top of my head, arms tightening around me. “You could always come with me.”
Wait. What?
My entire body goes still.
Because that? That’s not nothing.
Through every night I spent missing him, every stupid fantasy—I never once imagined actually going.
“I’ve never gone far from Bluepeak,” I whisper. The words feel foreign. Like they belong to someone else. The second I say them, the turmoil inside me flares.
He laughs soft and easy. “That can change.”
“How long until you leave?” I ask, though it feels like he’s halfway gone, his touch clouded by the reality of everything.
“Not long.” He sighs, brushing my hair from my face, his thumb drawing soft little circles on my cheek. “The project’s about to get the green light. Once it’s in motion, I’m off to Japan. Maybe a few stops in Italy.”
Japan. Italy. The words twist my insides like a knife.
I want to throw them back at him, tell him to fuck off with his plans and his endless travels. Beg him not to go.
Instead, I bury my face against his skin and try to keep my heart from leaking out of my eyes. I can’t let him see how much I’m breaking apart inside.
“Chloe?” His voice is soft, concerned. I can’t let him in. Not all the way. Not if it means saying goodbye.
I shut it down.
“Shhh.” I cling to him like he’s the only thing holding me together. “Let’s not talk about that now. Just… stay with me. I want us to have this. No work, no travel.”
He listens. Doesn’t say a word.
Then he pulls me in, and I hold on, trying to absorb every second. His steady breathing is the only thing keeping me calm.
Breathe in…. I can’t let him go.
Breathe out…
I love him.