“I’m not sure that’s true, but with you I want to try and be that guy again.”
And he made her want to take a leap she swore she wouldn’t. If they could share this kind of surreal intimacy with nothing more than words, what kind of physical connection would they have?
She kept her eyes glued on his, reached around her back and, one hook at a time, unfastened her bra.
His gaze darkened and his nostrils began to flare with every breath he took. “What are you doing, sugar?”
“You’ve trusted me with all the deepest parts of you, now I want to do the same.”
“Jenny...” His tone was all protest and warning, but the eager way his hands squeezed her ass beneath the water, paired with his eyes locked on the skin she revealed told a different story.
“Are you saying you don’t want me?” she teased, rolling one shoulder so the strap fell.
“Oh, I want you,” he growled like a caged animal.
“Then have me.”
Chapter Thirteen
The man was the freaking devil with his mouth.
The sweet swirl of Brody’s tongue around one pebbled nipple while he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger turned Jenny’s brain to mush in seconds. Dropping her head back, all she could do was hold on tight and turn herself over to his ministrations, letting him build the fire that flamed at her core with every hungry pluck of her flesh.
Back and forth he went, lips and hands driving her completely mad with desire until that invisible cord wound so tight in her belly, she shook with need. Between her legs, his thick erection pressed into her softness and she let go of any pretense of acting like a proper lady—she rubbed against him like the shameless, sex-deprived vamp she really was.
“Slow down, sugar.” Her wet, strawberry-red peak popping from between his lips as he smiled. “We’ve got all night.”
“I just...I need this.” And it had nothing to do with the actual getting off part, because she was damn good at that all on her own. She’d even done it two weeks ago after he’d whispered dirty words in her ear on her front porch. She’d flown higher and harder than she had in months.
What she needed now was that deeper, more intimate connection that only being with this man could give her. She didn’t understand the pull or why it was so damn intense with Brody, but he’d just laid himself bare before her and, God help her, she wanted more. She wanted everything.
She slipped her hands beneath the water and smoothed them down his hard, bunched abs, loving how the muscles jumped and tensed against her touch. The wide head of his shaft stretched the soaked cotton of his underwear to the point that one brush of her fingers set him free to her touch. One fingertip toyed with the ball at the end of his piercing and she shivered. How would that smooth steel feel against her tongue? Inside her?
He let her play with the jewelry and every solid, silky inch of him that followed while he laid wet kisses along her collarbone and thumbed gently at one nipple. “Is that what you need?” he rasped.
She nodded. “I think you need it, too.”
His stormy gaze drifted up to hers again as she wrapped her hand around his erection, her fingers not close to touching, and stroked him. “I’m afraid what I need and what you want are two different things.”
“Doubtful.” Up and down she went, memorizing every ridge and contour of him and loving the play of pleasure that flickered across his face. He reciprocated the touch by urging her onto her knees and pushing one hand into the back of her panties. His middle finger slid along the seem of her cheeks until the rough, calloused fingertip grazed her sex and she moaned. More of that please. Lots more.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his fingers smoothing along her labia and mons, giving her some of what she wanted, though it wasn’t nearly enough. He wasn’t touching for her pleasure anyway—he was looking for something he wouldn’t find. “Did you do this yourself?”
She nodded and rocked her hips, eyes closed while her breath came in shaky pants. If she could just get his fingers aligned with her clit...
“Stand up.”
“Huh?” She blinked her eyes open, brow bunched in confusion.
“I wanna see your pussy, sugar.” A feral grin twitched at his mouth as he hooked a finger in the band of her panties and tugged. “You’re bare and I bet you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Oh. Okay. Um...
“No one’s ever told you that before, have they?”
Never for her benefit. She shook her head and a flicker of something primal mixed with something even darker washed over his face.
“Fucking idiots. All of them.” Coasting her hands down the back of her thighs, he guided her up. Hazy and intense, his gaze stayed locked on hers until she stood in front of him, dripping wet with her feet planted on either side of his legs.
A bubble of unexpected emotion rose in her chest and her eyes darted away, heat in her cheeks once again. Dammit, she’d been with more men than she’d ever admit, yet Brody had a way of making her feel completely exposed. With her panties still on, for God’s sake.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands drifting up the back of her calves. “You’re also stronger, more real than anyone I know and it blows my fucking mind that you’re here with me.”
He’s not going to hurt you, Jenn. Leap!
“Let your walls down, baby. Let me in.” His fingers reached her panties and, inch by slow inch, he slid them down. “Trust me.”
Her heart hammered a chaotic beat and her knees shook as she lifted one foot and then the other so he could rid her completely of the tangled satin. It landed on the floor next to her bra and the rest of their discarded clothing, and the movement distracted her just long enough that she missed him leaning in to place an open mouth kiss on the inside of her thigh.
“Ah!” Ticklish and already aroused, her hands wound in his hair on instinct. She didn’t mean to hold him in place, but she did and she felt his smile against her leg.
“See, your heart knows what it wants, baby. Maybe you should trust that, too.”
I’m trying...
“Or I could always convince you.” Another kiss, this one higher up. Wetter. “I was right, by the way.”
“Huh?” What was he talking about? “Brody!” Her hand flung out, reaching for the wall, as he jerked her right leg over his shoulder and buried his face between her legs.
All of her hesitation, all of her fear, all of her ability to think logically disappeared when his spread her open and stroked his thumb over her clit.
“Jesus fuck,” he groaned. “Look how goddamn pretty you are.”
Roses. She hoped there were roses at her funeral, because she was going. To. Freaking. Die.
“B-Brody...” she stammered, but his name was the only word that would come out. Every last one of her brain cells had turned to mush. She couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed about the trickle of moisture sliding down the inside of her thigh.
“I wanna taste you...” He caught the droplet on the tip of his tongue and growled. “But I won’t be able to stop once I start.”
Oh, God. Her entire body quivered in anticipation. It had been a damn long time since—
“I’m gonna eat your pussy until I fucking own it. Until you come harder than you ever have, knowing you belong to me now.”
Yes! I want that!
“I take care of what’s mine, sugar, and, if you’ll have me, I’m make it my personal mission to worship every beautiful inch of you, inside and out...thoroughly and as often as I fucking can.”
He gave her no time to respond—not that she could have—before he nuzzled in deep and did exactly what he promised. His tongue slid over every curve and valley of her sex, sucking and teasing every secret spot he could find. His stubble was an erotic contradiction of pleasure and pain and his fingers... God, his fingers, when they smoothed along her opening and then dipped inside. One at first, then two, expertly working inside of her, while his mouth zeroed in on her clit and drove her higher than she’d ever been.