Chapter 32
He kisses me, invading my mouth with his tongue, and I shuffle higher on his lap, my fingers lacing through his hair and massaging his scalp. I need him like crazy. This weekend has taken such an emotional toll, but knowing he’s right here with me, that he loves me as much as I do him, I need to feel it. As we kiss, we remove each other’s clothes, layer by layer. I need my hands on him. It’s cold outside tonight, but he must have had the fire on earlier because in his house, it’s cozy.
He looks up at me, his eyes hooded with dark lust. “I need to taste your sweet pussy.” He lifts me, laying me down on the couch.
I laugh, arching my back to help as he removes my jeans. “You sound desperate,” I tease.
He throws them over the back of the couch, his hands back on me. “I am. I haven’t seen you in two days, and part of me thought I might never see you again.”
I run my hands through his soft hair. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I kiss him again. He traces his hands along the contours of my body. Hooking my panties with his thumbs, he slides them off then shoves my legs apart and buries his head in between my thighs. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses.
I squirm, the flick of his tongue sending tingles right through my body. He sucks at my clit and pushes his tongue inside my pussy, tasting me, licking me, sucking me, devouring me in such a way that my body trembles for more. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, needing to grip on to something before I completely lose control. “Brody,” I call his name in warning.
“No, sweet pea, not yet.”
I whimper something totally incoherent, my body shaking with my impending release.
He places kisses up my body slowly, over my stomach, then to my breasts. Taking each one in his hands, he shoves my bra out of his way, sucking one nipple into his mouth at a time.
I reach for his cock, stroking him. He’s impossibly hard. “I need you inside me,” I plead with him.
But he ignores me, taking his time flicking his tongue over my nipple before sucking hard. My back arches off the couch. My pussy throbs with desire to be filled up by him, and what he is doing with his mouth is just too good. I can feel how much he missed me. His kisses move up my body, over my clavicle to my neck. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock?”
“Yes, please, I need you inside of me.”
He shoves my legs farther apart with his knee and moves into the space. His body is so much larger than mine, but I feel safe with him. His lips are back on mine as he pushes deep inside me. I groan into his mouth, loving the way he stretches me. He rocks his hips, teasing me open with his cock. I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles in place, trying to get as close to him as I can. He moves with so much force that I end up hanging over the side of the couch.
Then he flips us so I’m on top of him and back in the middle of the couch. “Fuck, I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me.” He finds my clit and strokes over it. Pressure builds inside of me, but I keep rocking over him, meeting his thrusts. Waves of pleasure wash over me, but I keep searching for what I know is coming. Moving my body so his cock is hitting the perfect spot inside me, and with the pressure on my clit, I tumble over the edge. My pussy clenches around his cock as euphoria takes over.
He grunts out his own release, his cum filling me. I keep moving, riding him until my body calms down and I can see straight again. I see him. When I look into his deep brown eyes, I feel overwhelmed with love, and it brings tears to my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was coming back here to tonight, but him waiting for me was just perfect. Telling me he was in love with me made me happier than I ever thought I could be.
He finds a blanket and wraps it around me before heading into the kitchen. I watch his naked butt as he walks away, thinking how lucky I am to have found him. I know he has his own demons, but hopefully now we can work through them together.
When he returns, he’s holding two mugs of cocoa with little marshmallows floating on top. “The last ones got cold,” he says, handing one to me.
I smile at him, taking it, the sweet aroma filling my nose. Wrapping my hands around it and having a sip, it’s delicious. I could get used to this. Working by his side then coming home to his ranch, having this place to ourselves as our little retreat from it all. If The Alexander can get past the story printed on Friday… As I think it, something occurs to me.
“What?” Brody asks, wrapping a blanket around himself and sitting beside me.
I smile, liking my idea. “I was thinking about all this. I figure we need to get a story of our own published in that dang paper. One of love found. It could bring in positive publicity to get rid of all this bad juju. Maybe even get some happy couples that have recently been married give a testimonial.”
He raises a brow. “I love your enthusiasm, but you don’t know the Prescotts. They want my blood, not a happy story of love.”
“Let me worry about the details,” I tell him. This Prescott guy hasn’t met me yet. I can be pretty persuasive when something’s this important.