Chapter Sixteen #3
He dragged his mouth from hers, kissing a slow path down the curve of her neck, lingering at the pulse beating wildly beneath her skin.
He felt the way her heartbeat had kicked up, felt the shiver that ran through her when he scraped his teeth lightly over the sensitive spot at the base of her throat.
Man, he wanted to keep going.
His mouth went lower, tracing the neckline of her shirt before he pressed a kiss directly over her breast, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric.
Remi moaned again, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. That reaction, that sound, sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him. But it also fueled the need, made it impossible to ignore the way his body ached for her.
Kissing alone wasn’t enough.
He needed to feel her. All of her.
His hands slid lower, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him. The heat revved up big-time, scorching through every barrier they’d tried to keep in place.
There was a voice in the back of his mind, warning him that this was a mistake, that they were treading into dangerous territory. But Brody ignored it. Because right now, this was the only thing that felt right.
With a low growl coming from his throat, he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her the few steps to the cot. Remi landed beneath him, her body molding to his as the kisses continued, harder and faster. Deeper.
But it wasn’t just kissing anymore.
They were touching. Exploring. Her hands moved over him, tracing the hard lines of his chest, the muscles tensing beneath her fingertips. He sucked in a breath at the sensation, the heat spiraling higher with every stroke of her hands.
And then he needed more.
Desperate to feel her, all of her, Brody grabbed the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off in one smooth motion. Her bra followed, and the second her bare skin was exposed, the rest of his control went south.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, kissing her softly before drawing the tight peak between his lips. She let out a sharp moan, her back arching beneath him as he sucked gently.
Her fingers sank into his hair, pulling him closer.
Brody groaned against her skin, kissing his way lower, down the soft slope of her stomach. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she was trembling beneath his touch, and it only fueled the hunger roaring inside him.
This wasn’t just want.
It was need.
Brody pressed one last kiss to the dip of her stomach before lifting his head, his gaze locking onto hers. “If we’re going to stop, we need to do it now,” he said.
Remi didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want to stop,” she insisted, the words rushing out with her warm breath.
She kissed him again, her hands urgent now as she slid his shirt off. But she didn’t stop there. Heat pulsed low in his gut, his muscles tensing as she reached for his jeans.
He caught her wrists, stilling her. “I have to get a condom,” he managed to say.
Remi didn’t argue, and Brody forced himself to step away, crossing the hall to his bathroom. His hands were steady as he grabbed what he needed, but the moment he reentered the nursery and saw her waiting for him, all of that restraint unraveled.
The heat fired right back up.
He tossed the condom onto the cot and reached for her, his hands sliding over the curve of her hips as he slowly peeled off her jeans and panties. His breath caught. She was laid bare before him, her skin flushed, her eyes filled with something raw, something vulnerable.
Something that nearly leveled him.
Brody ran his hands down her thighs, savoring the softness of her skin, the way she shivered beneath his touch. She was beautiful. Perfect. And she was his. At least for this moment. He refused to think of anything but this moment. The here, the now.
Remi.
With a low, hungry groan, he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her stomach before shifting back up, his body aligning with hers as he reached for the condom.
Brody got the condom on, his hands steady even though his body was anything but. His skin burned, his muscles coiled tight with restraint, but nothing could stop the rush of need as he settled between her thighs.
For a moment, he just looked at her—flushed cheeks, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses. She was breathtaking. And clearly as ready to finish this as he was.
He pushed inside her, groaning low in his throat as she welcomed him, her body soft and hot. His restraint snapped. The need was too great, too overwhelming to slow down, to take his time. But he tried. Mercy, he tried.
He pushed into her, each slow stroke sending pleasure spiraling higher. She moved with him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails scraping lightly down his back.
It wasn’t enough.
He needed more. Needed everything.
He kissed her, his mouth greedy, claiming, swallowing the soft sounds of pleasure she made as he thrust deeper. Her breath caught, her body tightening around him, and then he felt it. The climax ripping through her.
Brody lost it.
He let go, following her over the edge, pleasure crashing through him, too strong to stop, too powerful to fight. He buried his face against her neck, his breath coming hard and fast as the last shudders of release moved through him.