She was floating. Suspended in the air and rising, seeking out that elusive high in which her entire world came together, balancing like a ball on top of a pin. Perfect and precise for a few short moments before detonating into a million pieces.
She gripped his hair and held on tight, because coming for Brody was a hundred times more potent than anything she’d experienced before. Like jumping from an airplane at twelve thousand feet. Fast and intense and so much better than the anticipation.
Brody stayed with her until every last pulse of orgasm fluttered in her sex and then suddenly he was on his feet, lifting her out of the tub. Her legs found a home around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom, both of them dripping.
One knee on the bed, he tumbled them down and she gave a soft gasp as her back hit the soft black comforter. Brody loomed above her, seeming larger than life, with a determined gleam in his eyes.
“You convinced yet, sugar?”
Oh yeah and, feeling empowered, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Not quite. Maybe you should get inside and try again.”
***
She was the most addicting ride he’d ever been on. Up and down like a roller coaster with her emotions and confidence in a way that would have normally freaked him the hell out. With Jenny, however, she was nothing but honest and real and he wanted her all the more because of it.
He groaned and wound his hands in the comforter when her thumb flicked across the frenulum end of his piercing. His balls drew up tight, too, and, if he didn’t get inside soon, he was gonna come in her hand like a teenager.
“I want to see it.” She licked her lips like she had more in mind than just looking and his hips flexed into her touch. If her hand felt this good, her mouth would kill him. “Please?”
How the hell could he deny that sweet pout?
Getting onto his knees, he pulled her up with him and reached into the nightstand for a strip of condoms. The moonlight streaming through the window lit Jenny up like an ethereal angel, spread open, showing off her prettiest parts just for him. From her lowered eyelids and the way she purred, seeking out his cock once again, she obviously liked what it did to him, too.
“So hot,” she murmured, one hand on his shaft while the other cupped his balls. “I’ve never...with a piercing.”
Oh hell yeah. The primal, greedy part of his ego puffed its chest and he gave a crooked smile. “I’ll be gentle.”
She smiled, too, and before he realized her intent, she shifted to her knees and bobbed down on his dick. Jesus Christ, her mouth. So soft and wet. Her tongue wasted no time getting intimately acquainted with his barbell like it was her own personal novelty toy.
“Jenn...babe...fuuuck.” His hand slid down the middle of her back, the bumps of her spine so feminine beneath his fingers, as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and then deeper yet until she’d swallowed every inch of him. Christ. She did it again and again, tonguing his piercing until his ears rang and then taking him deep until he lost all sense of control. He roared into the moonlit room, giving into the urge to fuck her mouth until he blew. To claim this part of her, too.
No. Not like this. She deserved better than him shooting his load down her throat on their first go-round, dammit. This was Jenny, not some meaningless bar head he’d never see again. What the fuck was wrong with him?
A quick twist and lift and he had her on her back again, panting hard beneath him as he pressed his rock hard cock into her drenched folds. Like the thirsty little vixen she was, her hips rose to meet the slip and slide of his body against hers. Greedier still, her nails scored down his back and into his ass cheeks, pushing his underwear out of the way.
So much for gentle.
He had the condom on in seconds. Faster yet, he aligned his shaft with her slit and pushed inside.
The display of sensation on her face was fucking beautiful. Wide eyes, parted lips, nostrils fluttering with every shallow breath she took. And then he bottomed out, her tight pussy snugged around him like a glove.
He’d been with lots of women in his thirty years, some he’d even cared about, but being inside Jenny...holy fucking hell. There weren’t words. Just...a million different sensations jolting through his body, promising him that this, right now with this woman, was unlike anything he’d experienced before.
His hands shook. His head spun. His friggin’ chest ached, because Jenny...fuck. She looked at him like he really was Superman. And she really did make him believe that, with time and a whole hell of a lot of self-forgiveness, he might—just maybe—be worthy of the smallest piece of her.
“Brody,” she whispered and he turned into the caress of her fingers along the side of his face. God, the hope she gave him. It was fucking surreal.
“Yeah, sugar?” he murmured back, his chest tight as he slowly moved inside her. With his elbows on either side of her pretty head, they were as physically close as any two people could be, but it wasn’t enough. The urge to connect with her—to consume her and to claim her—built fast and he took her mouth in a hungry kiss that quickly turned explosive.
His name was a breathless refrain on her lips as he pulled out and sank in deep, filling her body over and over again, giving her everything he had to give. If he could make her feel good... If he could show her that she wasn’t just another body to him... If he could make her see that he fucking needed her, then maybe—
“Baby, you’ve got nothing to prove,” she promised, holding his face so they were nose to nose, gasping for the same air. The emotion in her eyes reached in deep and gripped his heart. Just like her body clenched his cock as she came, back arched off the bed with a moan that made him want to beat his fucking chest. He slid an arm beneath her and held her close, pumping hard and letting her orgasm rock him over the edge, too.
He came with a grunt, buried to the hilt in her sweet heat and with only one conscious thought in his head...
He wanted this girl forever, and he’d go to any length to make that fantasy become a reality.
Chapter Fourteen
“You slept with him.”
Ugh. Thank you, Brody and your sexy morning whiskers.
“Why the heck would you think that?” Behind the lid of her Cedar Street Brew to-go cup, Jenny made an incredulous face she had no chance in hell of pulling off.
“Besides the spontaneous case of poison ivy in March, I also have it on good authority that you just rolled back into town.” On the other side of the coffee shop counter, Ally flicked a glance at her watch. “It’s after two, sunshine.”
Jenny blinked at her best friend for five solid seconds. “Tell your husband I just cancelled his haircut appointment. Indefinitely.”
Ally laughed. “Hey, he’s just doing his job. Not his fault he happened to be on the road the same time as you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure it’s not in any sheriff’s job description to report gossip back to his wife.”
Her redheaded friend arched an eyebrow. “The hell it isn’t. Section six, right below ‘Must never give wife’s best friend a ticket for blowing a stop sign’.”
Shit. “He saw that, too, huh?”
“Uh huh. He said you were totally spaced out. Had a stupid, lovesick grin on your face.” Ally tipped her head to the side and gave a smile of her own. “Kinda like the one you’re wearing right now. Damn, you really like this guy.”
Really was an understatement. “His name is Brody. You should probably get used to calling him that, since he’s coming to town in a couple weeks. Continually calling him ‘this guy’ might get a little awkward.”