Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Brody held me against him with ease, my legs still wrapped around his waist. I wasn't a dainty woman. I worked hard. On a ranch. That built the kinda muscle you just couldn't fake.
But he made me feel dainty.
He kissed me hard, one hand wrapped under my ass and the other holding my head in place as he devoured my mouth. My lips parted on a moan as I ground against the enormous erection pressing against my center.
Brody didn't miss a beat, taking his opportunity to glide his tongue against mine.
I gripped his strong jaw in both hands, giving as good as I got, licking and sucking and nipping until I was wound so tight I was damn near ready to combust. I pulled back, only to beg for more.
"Brody, please," I panted, as he leaned his forehead against mine. "I need more."
"Baby, you've no fucking clue how good it sounds to hear you beg for me, but I ain't gonna fuck you on a plywood floor."
I let out some sort of pathetic fucking whine I'd never heard leave my body once in all the time I'd been on this Earth.
"I'm not precious," I insisted. "You won't break me."
"Fine, you ain't precious," he said with an eye roll, like simply saying the words offended him. "But you also don't need splinters in your ass cheeks. Jesus, woman. Have a little sense of self-preservation."
He set me on my feet and I instantly missed the warmth of being pressed against him, despite the heat of the summer night suffocating the interior of a boarded-up house.
"Let's just go back to the apartment."
"No," I pleaded, hands fisted in his shirt. "I can't wait that long. I need you now."
Good lord, who the hell am I right now?
"Fuck," he muttered, looking over my shoulder. "Don't you move a muscle." He pointed a stern finger at me. "Got it?"
I held up three fingers. "Scout's honor."
I barely saw the narrowing of his eyes in the dark room, but I did hear the muttered cheeky little brat when he turned to walk into the darkness. It was followed by a few clatters and a few curses. And then I heard what sounded like a worried meow.
I reached in my back pocket for my phone and turned on the flashlight.
There, in the corner of the room, was a small ball of black fluff.
"Brody!" I shouted. "That's not a cat! It's a kitten!
" I crouched down to its level and set my phone on the floor, lighting up the space.
But before I could inch closer, Brody was barreling back into the room, arms full of… stuff.
The kitten bolted.
"A kitten?" he asked, arranging this, that, and the other until the ugliest looking makeshift bed ever made was laid out on the floor. "Calvin?"
"Huh?" Just then, I realized I'd been staring. Staring down at this sweet, caring, mess of a man who had just made a bed out of a tarp, a sweatshirt, and a couple ratty-looking towels so I wouldn't get splinters in my ass.
I had a brief and extremely unwelcome flashback to rough hands gripping my hips as my chest was splintered on the top of a wooden picnic table.
"You okay?" His brows were pressed together, his lips turned down.
He was down on the floor on one knee. There was a fleeting moment where I wanted to say no. To tell him how disposable men had made me feel for my whole damn life.
But it was too much for this moment. And when my heart told me to go left, I did the smart thing and went right.
I plastered a smirk on my face. "I sure as shit hope this isn't how you proposed to Sassy."
His eyes narrowed on me. Fucker was on to me.
But bless his sweet soul, he let me off the hook.
"How 'bout we don't talk about my ex when I'm about ten seconds away from being balls deep inside you?"
For a second, we both froze. Then, like the chute gate had just shot open, we were moving.
Brody was on his feet in a flash, whipping his T-shirt over his head while I did the same.
He toed off his boots while he unbuckled his belt.
When my bra fell to the floor, he stopped moving, stunned.
My chest rose and fell so quickly, I had to make a conscious effort to suck in a lungful of air.
"You are so fucking beautiful."
His voice was rough and his green eyes dark. The flashlight from my phone still shone on the ceiling, casting the room in eerie shadows that had this moment feeling all kinds of intense.
As fast as we'd started undressing, time seemed to come to a standstill. Brody inched closer, pants unbuttoned and fly down. I could see the tip of his dick peeking out of the top of his boxer briefs. A bead of pre-cum pooled there, and it had me licking my lips.
This moment felt so heavy, so charged. Not frantic or fumbling like the first night I'd had his cock in my mouth.
Everything about this was different, including the way I was feeling.
That night, he'd been a quick hookup. One and done, never to be seen again. It was why I hadn't bothered learning his name—or giving mine.
Now? I wanted to give him a lot more than my name.
And that scared the living fuck outta me.
"C'mere, viper."
He tugged me to him, my tits pressing against the warm skin of his bronzed, muscled chest. Coarse chest hair tickled my skin and made me squirm in his hold as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Need to take my time with you," he said against my lips. He kissed me slowly, sensually—like he was trying to seduce me into his bed. Did the man not realize I was dripping for him? "Only place I'm coming tonight is inside you."
I smiled. Couldn't help it.
"So fuckin' smug." He shook his head and lifted me.
I squeaked, then I was back in his arms again, legs wrapped around him.
Brody slowly lowered to the ground, not once loosening his hold on me.
"Let me run the show tonight, yeah? Or you'll probably have me shootin' my load in the first fifteen seconds. "
God, I love that.
For years, I'd made my pleasure the priority. Fuck men who'd never once considered how I was feeling—good, bad, or anything in between.
But with Brody, it wasn't even a thought. I found pleasure in him, and he found pleasure in me without either of us even trying.
Our chemistry was off the charts.
And chemistry was all that it was.
Brody settled himself between my legs, and looked down at me with the weirdest look on his face.
"Do your worst, boy scout."