Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Brodie
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With my hand wrapped around Ree’s thigh, I watch the city lights go by and attempt to get myself under control. This evening was a test of my willpower, and if I could have left the fundraiser an hour ago, I would have. But I knew there was no way I’d be able to get away without Doug calling me out for my early departure.
When the car pulls up outside the hotel, I push the door open and then reach in to take Ree’s hand, helping her out. Once she’s on her feet outside the car, I lean in and thank the driver before slamming the door closed. Taking her hand in mine, I walk with her into the hotel and lead her to the elevator. Neither of us has said a word since we left the fundraiser, but there has been an undercurrent of sexual tension building since I had her pressed up against that wall in the hall at the event. The elevator doors open, and we both step on. I press the button for our floor and look down, finding her fidgeting with her clutch like she’s nervous.
Her eyes lift to mine, dark and heated with desire, her cheeks slightly pink. No, she’s not nervous; she’s turned on. And I haven’t even touched her yet. My hands fist at my sides. Virgin. She’s a virgin . The knowledge makes me want her more, but it also reminds me that I need to take this slowly, even if it kills me.
The doors open on our floor, and I somehow manage not to pick her up and carry her down the hall to my room. I also somehow manage to get out my key card to open the door without fumbling. As soon as the door closes behind us, she turns to face me, and the live wire set to ignite all evening goes off with a bang. The two of us lunge in a blur of hands, mouths, and teeth as we go at each other with abandon. I get off my jacket, then get distracted by the noises she makes as I nip her collarbone. While she works on the buttons of my shirt, I unzip the back of her dress and kiss down her shoulder, then grin when she makes a disgruntled sound. Capturing her mouth with mine, I take over for her with the buttons and shrug off my shirt while her dress pools around her waist, exposing the strapless lace bra she’s wearing. I lose her mouth for a moment when I toss my shirt away and help her out of her dress, adding it to the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner. Afterward, I walk her backward to the bed. When she falls against the mattress onto her back, I loom over her, taking her mouth again and sliding my hands behind her back to unhook her bra before kissing down her chest and pulling it out from under her, tossing it away. Lifting my head as I stand, I take in her exposed breasts and pretty pink nipples, then run my hand down the top of her thigh around to her calf and lift her ankle. Her shoes are just as sexy as her dress, and it takes me a minute to unclasp them. Once I have both off, I take out my wallet and toss it onto the bed, then put one knee on the mattress and settle between her legs.
“Brodie,” she breathes against my mouth, lifting her hips into mine as I move my hand up her inner thigh. “You have too many clothes on.”
“I do. But I also want to make this good for you, and if I take off my pants, I won’t be able to slow down.” I kiss her, my hand moving farther up her thigh. Then my fingers skim over the lace covering her, and I bite back a curse. She’s soaking wet. I move the material aside and slip my fingers through her wet folds, rolling the tips over her clit. She whimpers and lifts her hips.
“You’re so wet, Ree,” I groan, circling her clit and causing her hips to buck.
“Oh, God,” she moans when I lean down and pull one of her breasts into my mouth. Her nipple hardens against my tongue, and her fingers dig into my scalp. I move to her other breast to do the same. “Please,” she begs. Knowing what she wants, my fingers glide down farther, and then I slide my middle finger inside her, her walls clamping down on it like a vise. She’s so tight, so damn perfect. I enter her with another finger and take her mouth again while using my thumb on her clit. When her pussy begins to pulse, I pull back and watch her, listening to her breath hitch as she comes on my hand.
When I know the waves of her orgasm have passed, I slide my fingers out of her and stand, then quickly lose the rest of my clothes. Her eyes open to half-mast and meet mine when I pull the lace of her underwear down her hips. She lifts her bottom to help. I toss them away, and she sits up when I kneel on the bed with my hand wrapped around my cock, throbbing in sync with my heartbeat.
“Umm.” She licks her lips, lifting her heated eyes to mine. “I think this is where I ask you if that’s going to fit.”
I laugh. Jesus. She’s the only woman I’ve ever known who joked during sex. “We’ll make it work.” I walk on my knees farther onto the bed, then fall to my ass with my back against the headboard.
“Come here, Ree.” I hold out my hand, and she takes it, looking nervous for the first time this evening. Once I have her adjusted on my lap, I cup her breast that fits my palm perfectly, then move one hand to the back of her neck to drag her mouth down to mine. When she’s back to being turned on, and her body is relaxed against mine, I let her mouth go and reach for my wallet, taking out a condom. She watches, fascinated as I roll it down the length of my dick. Once it’s in place, I tip my head back to her. “You’re in charge.” I grab her ass and pull her pussy closer to my cock, then lift her until I’m poised at her entrance. She whimpers, grabbing my shoulders with her eyes locked on mine. “Take as much of me as you can handle, Ree.”
Biting her bottom lip, she begins to lower herself onto my length, and it takes all my willpower not to slam her down onto my lap as she moves torturously slow. Gritting my teeth, I hold on to her hips as I watch myself disappear inside of her. Fuck. I can’t do that. I’m going to come if I watch, so I distract myself with her breasts bobbing in front of my face. I lean forward and pull one of them into my mouth. When I do, she jerks, and her inner walls contract. She also takes more of me. I let that breast go and do the same with the other, getting the same reaction. When she moans, and her nails dig into my shoulders, I look up to make sure she’s okay. Her head is back, her eyes closed, lips swollen, and cheeks pink. She lifts onto her knees and then sinks down more on my length. Goddamn, she’s tight. So fucking tight and wet, it’s killing me not to fuck her. But if I die now, I’ll go happily.
“Brodie.” My name leaves her mouth on a whimper when she’s fully seated on my lap. I let her breast go and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. Her mouth lands on mine, and as I thrust my tongue between her lips, her hips rotate like she’s attempting to get used to my size before lifting slightly and sliding back down. As she begins to settle into a slow rhythm, I move my hand between her legs. The noise she makes when I make contact with her clit causes my balls to draw up tight. Not wanting to come and knowing that is exactly what will happen if I don’t get us in a different position, I sit forward, wrap my arms around her, and maneuver her to her back. The moment I’m settled between her thighs, she hooks her legs around my waist, and I instantly regret putting her under me. I have imagined her like this a million different times, but the reality is better than anything I ever came up with in my head. Her hair on my pillow, her warm, soft body under mine, the heat of her wrapped so snugly around my cock, and the expression on her face as she looks into my eyes. It all just about has me coming undone at the seams.
Sliding out of her and then back in, I grit my teeth and remind myself to go slow when every instinct I have is telling me to fuck her. Resting my fists against the mattress, I fall into a rhythm but the heels of her feet are soon urging me to go faster, pulling me in deeper on each downstroke. When her walls start tightening around my cock, I move my hand between us and barely touch her before she gasps, calling my name and digging her nails into my biceps as she comes. With a few more strokes, I follow her over the edge, no longer able to hold back. I lose myself inside of her with one last thrust of my hips.
Breathing heavily, I drop my forehead to her shoulder. She wraps herself around me, holding on tight.
After a couple of minutes, when I can talk myself into moving, I roll to my back, taking her with me. I lose her heat but gain her weight as she falls against my chest. Smiling to myself, I let my hands roam over her smooth skin and listen to her breathing even out as my heartbeat slows to a normal tempo.
“You okay?” I ask after a moment. She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine, and then she flashes me a cute little smile.
“Yes. I’m just trying to figure out how this happened.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.” She laughs, placing her hands on my chest and then resting her chin on top of them. “One minute, you’re the guy rescuing me from a dirtbag at the pool, and I’ve convinced myself we’re going to be nothing more than friends. And now, I’m naked on top of you in a hotel room in New York City after we just had sex.” She shakes her head. “It’s a lot to wrap my mind around.”
“Do you have any regrets?”
“No.” She tips her head to the side. “Do you?”
“Fuck, no.” I smooth my fingers up her spine.
“What now? What happens after this?”
“We go back to Florida and do the same thing we’ve been doing, only with a lot more of this included.” I pat her bottom.
“So, this isn’t a one-time thing?”
“No.” The word comes out harsher than intended. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I like you. I like being with you and want to see where this goes. And I know you’ve got school, and I’ll have training and away games, but I’m willing to put in the effort if you are.”
“I’m willing to try,” she says softly. I thread my fingers through her hair and then lean up to press my mouth to hers. When I pull back, I let my eyes wander over her pretty face for a long moment before sitting up with her and carrying her into the bathroom.